Feeling Domme-y lately

I’m craving the chance to tease the hell out of a grovelling man. Something has gotten into me this evening and I desperately want a slave boy at my feet, staring up at me adoringly, and praying that I will treat him with kindness. I don’t want to treat him with kindness.

I want him bound and beaten. I want him to take my strap on or suck the cock of whatever real man I have sitting around at the moment. I want to tease him with peeks at my stockings, panties, cleavage but not let him touch himself.

I want him to beg me for release and laugh in his face. Give him the chance to smell my skin and then slap him. There is no satisfaction for the weak-willed in my mind tonight.