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As She sat in Her vehicle waiting for him to arrive, She ran the events that were about to take place through Her mind once more, making certain nothing was left out. They had chosen a local Steak ‘n Shake for their first meeting. A friendly, inconspicuous, and harmless venue it would seem to be. Opening Her purse, Mistress ran Her fingers over the rubber bands tucked inside the small, zippered pocket. A sly smile spread across Her face as She thought of the shock and surprise Her slut would be experiencing in just a matter of minutes. She intended on wasting no time asserting Her control and dominance over this self-proclaimed charmer and charismatic ladies’ man.?
?? Right on time, slut’s little black car swung into the space next to Her’s and She purposely averted Her eyes as he parked. She wanted the first time they locked eyes to be when She slid Her tall frame into his car and saw him face-to-face. After moving swiftly from Her vehicle to his, She paused for a moment, looking deeply into his eyes.? Yep, dark brown. Full of shit, She thought.
?? She then offered him a quick hello and a brief hug before getting down to business. Mr. Charisma was about to have his world thoroughly rocked.?
?? “you’ll need etiler escort to lean your seat back,” Mistress stated nonchalantly as She looked him directly in the eyes.?
?? he stared at Her for a fleeting moment before squeaking out, “Yes, Mistress”, and quickly complying with Her order. While he laid his seat back, She took Her time reaching into Her purse to retrieve the rubber bands, being careful not to rush this first, delicious moment of absolute dominance.?
?? “Here,” She said, “hold out your hand,” and dropped six rubber bands of varying lengths, thicknesses and colors into his palm. Without hesitation, She grabbed at his jeans, got his belt unfastened, but then struggled with the top button.?
?? “Would You like me to get that for You?” slut asked a little breathlessly. With a nod of Her head, he quickly undid the button and zipper and obediently put his hands back down to his sides, the rubber bands clenched in his fist. Jerking down the front of his underwear, Mistress grabbed his cock and chuckled at both its size and hardness.?
? ?”This,” She spat, “is barely enough cock for Me to play with! Aren’t you even the least bit ashamed of what you have to offer mecidiyeköy escort Me?”?
?? “i’m sorry, Mistress,” is all he could manage to say, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. he had always been told his cock was not only sufficient, but actually quite nice. he hated that Her verbal humiliation made him even more turned on than he already was.?
?? Mistress noticed slut had taken extra care to ensure his cock and balls were clean shaven and looking their best for Her, even if his size was less than desirable. Gesturing for him to open his hand, She selected the thickest rubber band from his sweaty palm and wrapped it around Her fingers twice before sliding it down over the shaft of his cock. She drew Her fingers out quickly when it reached the base, snapping it into place. slut gasped audibly, and with that, a flicker of desire ignited in the pit of Her stomach.?
?? Mistress continued wrapping and snapping each rubber band into place up the length of his cock, purposely increasing the intensity of each one. Every time slut moaned, gasped, or sharply sucked in his breath, Her primal craving to own him and his submission, grew. A thick bead of precum had formed at the şirinevler escort tip of his cock. Not being One to let good precum go to waste, She swiped it with Her index finger and brought it to his lips.?
?? “Eat it, slut.”
he immediately wrapped his lips around Her finger and hungrily sucked his precum from Her skin.?
? ?Laughing, She chided, “Okay, okay! Easy, boy,” while sliding Her finger out of his mouth. She roughly shoved his rock hard cock back into his underwear, smiled Her dazzling smile, and asked, “Shall we?” and abruptly got out of the vehicle.?
?? slut zipped and buttoned his pants; the stinging pain from the skin of his cock, mixed with the dull, overall ache from being shoved back into restrictive clothing, was working against his best efforts to hurry. he fumbled with his belt and nearly tripped exiting his vehicle. Taking long strides to catch up to his Mistress, he finally reached the door in just enough time to open it for Her.?
? ? God, She is magnificent, he thought as She passed by, inhaling the scent of Her perfume.?
* * * * * * * * * *?
? Mistress and slut engaged in intelligent, fast-paced conversation for the next two hours, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. The scene inside of Steak ‘n Shake wasn’t completely devoid of the Dominant/submissive dynamic they shared, however. She spent the entire two hours resting Her pantyhose-covered feet directly in his crotch, one at a time, subtly exerting Her dominance over him in a way that only they understood.
