Ma personne idéale :
I'm wearing a short dress, deep cleavage, the color doesn't matter but the presence of my choker does. Or maybe even it is a collar... My Dom is in the other room enjoying some form of entertainment, they may even be chatting with other people. I am in the kitchen finishing up the appetizers I have been preparing. I'm trying to do a good job, to please, despite my hot ass burning against the fabric of my dress from I was spanked previously.

Reminiscing, I remember that my Dom had taken me, not because I had been bad but because I was there and it pleased them to hear the paddle slap against my ass as I whimpered and struggled against my will to ask for the spanking to stop. I succeeding in only repeating the word please and squirming and crying.

The wetness starting again between my thighs is a sharp reminder of the present, the appetizer is being waited for. In delivering the tray I notice a drink is getting low, I fill it quickly, bowing lower then needed as I do to show off the deep cleavage of my dress, trying to ensure my ass pops out desirably, I need that, to be desired. My effort goes unnoticed, seems to.

As I turn around and walk away, I am grabbed in the hallway. My eager, sore breasts from an even earlier assault are pulled from my dress, "I like them better this way" I am told. About to turn away, but having second thoughts my Dom bends me over painfully against a piece of furniture in the hallway, yanks down my now soaking underwear, calling me a needy slut I am penetrated roughly. Hands gripping into my ample hips I am rocked hard against them, a thick, full dick beats against me, or is it a toy? I don't understand much at this time, I'm too high up on endorphins, the pain is coming from my nipples which are now being squeezed and pinched... This is all too hot for me to grasp... I moan and whimper as a wave washes over me, humiliated a bit but feeling mastered.

Before I am ready for it to be over, it is over. Wetness uncomfortably working down to my knees. A hand puts pressure on me to indicating that I am to turn around, so I do. A hand puts pressure on me to indicate that I am to get on my knees, so I do. I know now that I am wanted to seductively lick off the fluids I have inconvenienced my Dom with, so I lick them all up. This tastes like perfection. When I am done I am reminded to leave my breasts out until otherwise instructed. My Dom turning walks back to their previous form of entertainment, as they enter the living room I wonder whether or not I will slip by breasts back in my dress...