I AM A DOMINANT
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I was, and have remained throughout my life, a shoe buff. At the time I could ill-afford the expense of exquisitely handmade footwear, but I had indulged my passion a few months before. Using the fine, soft leather sole on her backside was immensely appealing, and gripping it firmly, I slid it over her white, virgin cheek.
“You’re using your shoe?” she quivered.
“Indeed! Overspending is one thing, but allowing yourself to be at the mercy of a strange man is something else entirely, and deserves to be dealt with.”
“But nothing. You know I’m right.”
“Yes, Sir, you are right, I’ve just never been spanked with anything other than a hand.”
“Perhaps that’s your problem. Perhaps your discipline hasn’t been adequate, but I’m not interested in participating in anything you’re not completely comfortable with. Should I let you up?”
I had sounded so much older and more experienced than my years, and where it came from I had no clue.
She groaned and squirmed, battling with the question, and I sat, waiting patiently, continuing to slide the sole of my beautiful footwear over her waiting cheek.
It was a delicious moment of perverse pleasure; my cock was screaming for attention, her scarlet cheek and its milky-white twin were nestled side-by-side, and I knew her desperation to avoid the shoe was just as fierce as my craving to slap it down.
“No, Sir, I…uh…don’t want to get up,” she finally squeaked.
Her desire for the hard discipline sent a new wave of excitement through my loins, and raising the shoe just a few inches from its target, I flicked it down. I heard the stifled cry, and knew it must have held a keen bite. I delivered three more fast swats, and she kicked out her legs, hissing between her teeth. Not wanting to be cruel, and having no idea just how much the shoe leather burned, I decided to offer just a few more before stopping.
“Am I making my point?” I asked, pausing to give her a moment to catch her breath and allow the pain to be fully absorbed.
“Yes, oh, yes, yes,” she panted. “You’re right, you’re right, it’s a really stupid thing to do.”
“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Three more, then one on each side where you sit.”
The shoe spanked it’s triple a tad slower than the previous three, then delivered two more on the sensitive crease where her thighs met her seat. She threw back her head, then her hand, and I allowed her spread fingers to rest on her newly scorched skin.
“Oh, Sir, Sir,” she bleated, “I’m dreadfully sorry, I don’t even know you, but you’ve made such an impression.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the divine satisfaction, but it was only a minute or two; my cock needed attention. I looked around the room, trying to decide where and how to ravage her, and as if reading my mind she squirmed her head around for a second time.
“Please, Sir, please will you have sex with me?”
Have sex with me? It was such a polite request, and it brought a wide smile to my lips.
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