“Welcome to my world, pet,” I purr, as I saunter into the dimly lit living room. My new plaything, a timid young thing named Timmy, quivers before me. Such a good boy, so eager to please. It’s almost too easy.
I sashay over, my vintage dress swishing around my legs. The black silk clings to my curves just so, hinting at the steel beneath. “You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?” My voice is honey laced with venom. “Been craving a firm hand to guide you.”
Timmy’s eyes widen as I curl my hand around his throat, not squeezing, just assertively claiming. “W-well, yes, Ma’am,” he stammers. Oh, how I adore his submission already.
I guide him to the plush couch, my fingers deftly working open the buttons of my dress. “Time to learn your place, boy,” I whisper, as the fabric parts to reveal my full, rosy breasts, capped with hardened nipples. I give them a sensual tweak, watching them pucker further. “You’ll worship these, and beg for more.”
Timmy’s gaze darts between my face and heaving bosom, his breathing ragged. “I…I will, Ma’am. Please…”
I chuckle, low and dark, as I push him back onto the couch. “Oh, I intend to give you plenty of please,” I coo, straddling his lap. My skirts bunch around my waist, revealing the lace panties barely containing my aching arousal.
Tilting his chin up with a finger, I lean in, our lips a hair’s breadth apart. “First lesson, boy: this mouth is for sucking cock, not spewing idle chatter.” I capture his lower lip between mine, nibbling and sucking until he whimpers, tongue darting out to join the dance.
Breaking the kiss, I sit back, admiring the flush on his cheeks. “Good boy. Now be a dear and undress for me.”
With shaking hands, Timmy fumbles with his clothing, revealing a trim, toned body, soon coated in a sheen of sweat. I lap up the sight, my cunt clenching with anticipation. “Lovely,” I breathe, tracing a finger along his collarbone. “Now, let’s show me how well you can serve.”
I guide his eager mouth to my breast, moaning as he suckles, laving the sensitive peak with his tongue. The cord of his neck bulges as he swallows my fulfillments, and I take cruel delight in it. “That’s it, baby. Drink from Mommy’s teat like a good boy,” I croon, arching into his touch.
As he continues his worship, I reach beneath us to tease my clit through the damp fabric, already teetering on the edge. With a muffled cry, I come undone, planting my mouth on his, plundering his sweetness as he writhes beneath me, caught in the maelstrom of desire.
When I finally pull back, panting, I gaze down at my new plaything, his eyes glassy with lust and adoration. A possessive smile curls my lips. “This is just the beginning, Timmy. Mommy Domme has a whole world of lessons to teach you.”