A little something I’ve been dreaming about. Must be the hot days?
Im to be dominated by a male dom, forced beyond my comfort levels. No safe words, just the security of knowing M would be present and supervising all our activity and making the calls on my behalf.
Subs & Doms would be used for our search. Together with joint access, we would scope our fantasy into our profile, and together find the male dominant who would excite M form the perspecive of attractivness, his ability to dominate me in a way we would feel fulfilled.
Its ironic, M nervouse as she takes her first tentative steps onto a fetish dating site for many years. A place her breasts captivated huge audiancies when she chose to explose them. A social media following kim kardasian could only envy. With new partners and no need to trawel the deprived of which so many are on the site, a reconnection was dawnting.
The same person who found her, and became solid friends held her metophoric hand into the wonders of advanced platforms of depravity.
We discussed pictures. I was to be traded. A piece of meat she said. I would be masked for Play, but for bait my face would better sell me than my body. I was her meat, and my face would be used to help apeal to catch our dom. he would be physically bigger and better than me in every way. Gym worked, taller. Larger but not supper human length and girth. A face that made M gravatate to her dampness. He would be uncompromising and seriouse in his view of restraint and zero compromise. He also needed to be hapoy that M would supervise. A silent partner throughout procedures.
