Her Male Model (Femdom)

The Demonstration

Coals pov ;)

"If you need me to stop at any point, tell me immediately," Kat says, dangerous excitement dancing in her eyes.

I gulp. The way she's looking at me makes me feel like little more than prey. And adding in the fact that she's towering over me, I might as well be.

Kat trails her fingers down her dress, and for a mere moment, I imagine she is going to touch herself in front of me. My heart threatens to burst right out of my chest. I envision her laid out on the table before me, bringing herself to pleasure: forcing me to watch, but not touch. I cast the dirty thought from my mind. What Is wrong with me today?

Kat's hand catches on a sash hung low on her dress. I pause. I didn't even notice the thin piece of fabric on her dress until now. She detaches the silky red slip, toying with the fabric between her fingers.

"The first thing you need to understand about BDSM is that it's not just physical," she says, looking deeply into my eyes. I once again struggle to hold her gaze. "It's mental too. A submissive can follow their Dom's every order, and still not submit."

Kat walks behind my chair once again, her fingers trailing my collarbone.

"I don't want you to just be a submissive, Mr. Ryder. I want you to submit. Body and mind."

Slowly, Kat pulls the slip of fabric down over my eyes, effectively blocking my vision. I gasp, shocked by the loss of my sight. Out of all the things I expected her to do, blindfolding me was not one of them.

"You're going to be begging to submit by the time I'm done with you," Kat whispers, her lips brushing my jaw. Then her tongue darts out and licks the shell of my ear.

A full shudder takes over my body. HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SO HOT. With my vision gone, my body has become oversensitive, anticipating her touch. It's like every single nerve ending in my body is firing at the same time.

Her heels click loudly on the floor, and I flinch at the sound. I'm so nervous, I almost can't breathe. What is she going to do next?

Suddenly, Kat is in front of me, her light touch guiding my suit jacket off. I go to help her by shrugging out of the coat, but she stops me with a strong hand on my shoulder.

She tips my chin up.

"If I need your help, I'll ask for it." She says in that low tone of hers. Then, she fists my collared shirt, pulling my face close to hers...so close, I can feel her minty breath fan my face.

"Tonight, you're mine to do with as I please, Mr. Ryder. "

It's too much. Her touch combined with her sultry, possessive words are turning me on so intensely, I worry that my hard-on might be showing in my suit pants.

"So reactive." She says, her smirk audible in her voice. Her hand strokes my inner thigh, frighteningly close to my hard dick. She definitely noticed. I shutter hard.

"Don't think I didn't see your boner at the photo shoot today too... I wonder what it was from."

She finishes slipping off my suit jacket, and then slowly begins to unbutton my shirt.

"Was it because of the anticipation of being naked before my camera?"She asks, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my stomach with every button she releases.

"Or did you get hard from taking my orders like the good little sub you are?"

I almost moan. Then I blush harder than I ever have. FUCK! Everything she says sounds so dirty. Her voice paired with the way her hands keep brushing my bare skin is making me crazy. I've never experienced anything like this. I've never been blindfolded. I've never felt this type of tension. I've never given up control so completely. It's exhilarating.