ROBYN.

[3]'s a crowd

"You're mine..."

Robyn

I set the mood.

His preferences; a dark romantic setting, candles lit for ambiance and massage, he liked pegging, whips, paddles, and restraints. He preferred to take turns.

You could say, my business is illegal, but it's not like I have employees who are doing sex acts.

I just loved sex, might as well get paid for it.

I was prepared.

I heard the bell ring and when I tell you, I was surprised by the fine, specimen of a man, tall, Greek, and in a suit.

I stuck my hand out for him to shake,

"I don't do handshakes, love." He pushed my hand ever so slightly.

"Oh—."

Snap out of it.

"I stuck my hand out. You signed an agreement, greet your Domme." I grabbed him by his tie and his tall frame only budged a lil, his breath on mine,

"Say, yes mistress Fatale."

His eyebrow twitched.

"Yes mistress." He bellowed.

I pulled him by his tie and hr grunted every step of the way.

"I tried to be civil, but you wanted it this way.."

"Undress."

I started to help him,

"I don't want sex.."

"I know, you could've gone to a hooker or your wife."

"How'd you.."

I licked his ring.

"I believe I would lose a great deal of clients if they could just be honest with their spouses about what they want."

I told him to be honest, while I spanked him.

"I don't love my wife as much as I thought I did!"

"She makes me feel less of a man."

"She reminds me of my mother."

"Her sex...I don't feel." He moaned in sadness and pleasure.

"You sure you don't want me to fuck you?"

Consent, consent, consent.

I blindfolded him, and used my floggers down his back.
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Leviticus

"Bend the fuck over," she said to me.

This was my first time doing something like this. Ever. I heard other men rave about it. So, I had to go to the best of the best.

Madame Fatale , Mistress Fatale depending on her client.

Her voice was calm, almost too calm. The kind of calm that made you wonder if you should be a little bit worried.

The many times I imagined this scenario in my head, I always imagined she would be more aggressive, more grit. But I'm no longer in control.

This is so hard. I'm so used to being in control...doing the fucking.

I liked this better though, the calmness actually heightened my anticipation of how this experience would turn out.

"Bend that ass over, now," she said calmly, yet sternly.