This is one of the stories included in the book the I am writing that is called My Mistress is such a good little girl. Its about BDSM from the point of view of a switch. I worked in the adult entertaiment industry as a BDSM escort, as a ProDomme and as a pro sub on and off for fifteen years, and I pulled out of the game four years ago, for my late partner. The different dynamics of a BDSM relationship before and after I stopped working are incredible. This is the first page that I am publishing out of the book. It happened two nights ago.
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There is nothing like the feeling of stripping down to your lingerie, making your man help you step into your strap on and tighten it up for you.
The one you have now makes your ass look so perky when you tighten up the straps that sit above your thighs.
It's a masterpiece of a strap on. You love everything about it - the way it fits, how sturdy it feels( not like your cock is going to drop off when your on top, or taking a man from behind), how simple it is to change up your girth or length by pulling off the realistic as f suction cup cock attachment, and pushing another on there.
Would have preferred that the vibrating balls that slip over your weapon like a cock ring were flesh coloured and not black, but they still do the job.
Whether or not he is tied to the bed, there is something empowering about climbing onto your man and straddling his chest.
Running your fingers through his hair, or putting your hand across his throat as if you are going to choke him.
Looking him in the eye, and telling him to suck your cock.
It's a different power rush to when you are sitting on the couch and telling a man to get on his knees and give you a blow job, before you make him climb on.
