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roughbitch

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Ok you pathetic losers, here I am once again. As you know, I used to be primarily a financial domme, but now I'm doing interviews for a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend who understands that he is under me, and needs me in his life for discipline, love, protection, and humiliation. So....I'm doing interviews. You knock on the hotel room door and I open it after a few minutes. You stand there and try hard not to stare at my beauty, my perfect legs encased in hose, tapering up from my exquisite and perfectly manicured feet. I'm wearing sexy shoes, and your eyes drop for a nervous instant to take in their sharp heels. You take in the way my tight skirt frames my curves, my hips....my big swollen breasts straining against the fabric of my blouse.

You gulp.

I stand back and say sternly "Come in"


I point to the center of the room and say "get on your knees loser" You obey quickly, eager to make a good first impression. You kneel, and listen to the click of my heels as I walk into the other room.

It seems like eternity, and you stay kneeling, hoping to hear the rustle of my stockings as I walk back into the room. You take a nervous glance to your left and notice a paddle and what looks like a riding crop, and your lip quivers slightly. But your pathetic cock is rock hard.

I come back into the room and sit down on the chair in front of you. I cross my legs slowly, my black severe skirt riding up slightly....you try to feast your eyes on new flesh, the lace from the top of my stockings. I catch your eye, I've caught you staring and you look away guiltily. I snap my fingers and point to right in front of me. You dont need any further invitation, you eager crawl to within inches.

"Worship them loser" I say softly, and you humbly and hungrily oblige, your mouth kissing my ankles, reveling in the scent from my heels, the leather, my feet.....your lips finding the curves of my legs, and worshiping them with reverence. your mouth inches higher and you wait to see if I'll slap your face for getting too greedy. You flirt with the top of my lacy stockings until you hear me say softly, "How many strokes is it worth to worship me....higher?" The words send chills up and down your back, and a throb to your balls, as I stand up and pick up the paddle........



. I am firm and strict, and know just how to put you in your place. My deliciously long legs are here to be worshiped, even by undeserving little boys who can stand the sting from my whip. My big, full breasts need to be worshiped, but only after I've blistered your bottom. I am new to the scene here, and look forward to taking you over my knee and teaching you lesson after lesson. You may message me if you would like to apply for a position at my feet



Mistress Daphne

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Airoticone
 
 Age: 21
 Mesa, Arizona