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Dominant male, early 30s. Previously living in Australia for the past 16 years.
Curious about the bdsm level back here. Would want to look for a sub / slave that honestly wants to explore D/s in it's pure intense form.
Words and concept to ring with BDSM : privacy, honesty and enjoyment. Inner self, inner slut, inner needs. Trust, treasure and temptations.
You: Female submissive, female slave, with / without experience.
Scenes from my archive:
You're seated on the sofa in a kneeling position - your thighs slightly parted. First time ever being told to strip to your bras and panties, and obeying desperately. You want to please.
Your body tingles from the mild wind that is from the cold air-conditioning outlet.
You were told your eye-contact is to be restricted. You're starring softly onto the floor, between your toes, to infinity.
Your lips deliciously strawberry red from your water-shine lipstick. I walked towards you with a swift yank - pulled your silk black Triumph bra - the buckles broke exposing your most intimate possessions. Now totally vulnerable. You gasp and stare down hard. I took a dip into your handbag and grabbed your same lipstick, and gently drawing them onto your hardened nipples.
"They must look delicious too".
Next, I parted your thighs further, at the same time - caressing your soft firm inner thighs. Your squirm in delight. Yet between your eyes are a compressed facial expression. A combination of submission, fear, delight, eagerness to please, and intrigue.
"How could it be possible he is treating me like a total slut and I am allowing this to do deeper?"
You were made to crawl around the room a little. You could choose either a cat or a dog. You yap like a dog, totally humiliated. Before you see it, he was just by the window, pushing the curtains away.
"What a pleasure if someone across that other hotel happens to be starring at the night sky to find a little puppy across the other window?"
A terrible humiliating phrase. Obviously it's not so possible to see from across the road, unless one has a binoculars. But the thought. The mental fear factor. Makes you blush red.
You know this is only the beginning...
(to be continued in the journal section if there are some person showing interest)
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