DOMINATRIX – I Know You Like To Be Punished

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You see dread is what I rely on and I have filled many a man with the fear from heck, because once I’ ve got you chained and shackled, the world soon becomes my oyster. Oh how weak you really are. All those times I have grappled one to the ground, as easy as throwing away a paper bag. I just sit on your chest with my own knuckle pressed tightly with your solar plexus and you reduce the use of your arms and legs just like a helpless puppy. I observe you as you try to get your breath. I love that look of sheer worry on your face. Then most I have to do being a dominatrix is a quick swivel circular and place a scissor hold your throat between these mean lean muscular upper thighs of mine. My cunt rammed up against your face. If only you knew just how horrible you really look. It is so simple I could pick up a book and get in some much needed ‘ me’ time while I hold you in place until it meets me to set you no cost. In fact a lot of the time that doesn’ t suit me personally, but then what are you going to do to stop me? You can’ t can you? That’ h when I know I’ ve got you. Do I let you come up for air? Well I might if you’ re a very good boy, and frankly, being a good boy would be a extremely wise decision with this dominatrix. I do not take kindly to the people who annoy me or perhaps try to struggle. They generally live to regret it. Avoid the dominatrix and you are dealing with me. That is an unpardonable Sin!

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