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The dom and her drear
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The dom and her drear I smacked him with the cat of nine tails until he was soaked in blood and ran my finger through the red ravishing drink of life.My eyes so blue they were frightening.The room so dark that he was unable to get a glimpse of me clad in red leather.My bust bouncing as I hit him until he was begging for more of me.He was my pet.One of them I favored.I had on the strapon and he was kneeling before his queen.The power always eased the wound still inside. Holding him down by his throat until I could feel his boned beneath.Rubbing the tip of that 9 inch vibrating penis up his firm ass.Buried to the base and I moved my hips.Fucking him until he was cumming and I was getting off but none of it ever phased me.Heartless and cold.I never got attached to any of playmates.He was laying face flat in the black shag carpet.Then I got this bright idea and pulled out with his ass still needing.Shoving my heel in his butt and using it to screw him.The pain so amusing as he screamed,groaned,and ground against it. The nipple clamps turning his nipples into a sexy cherry hue.Gagged him while I sat and smoked.Giving him all he could handle then sending him home to his wife who knew not of his sick fetishes.Licking my lips I took another shot of Kentucky's finest.Laughing at the monster I had made myself into.No more rainbows and butterflies just chains and collars.He was on my mind but that was a long time ago when I still had that shine in my young heart. My pets were just a way to dowse the past in gasoline.Those married had no idea what I would give to have him back.They could never see past my hardcore exterior but deep down inside I would rather be with him but I had heard the news that he married her.Each statement was another shot in the chest.Something in me died that day and as time had gone by.I had become a stone. My combat boots still on I threw my new table to the floor.Slammed my glass into a thousand pieces and let myself cry because though I was a<b> dominatrix </font></b>I was broken.And beaten beyond repair.I was the perfect mistress now because I stopped giving damn long ago.Now all that is left to remind me of who I was are the pictures I slammed under my big queen sized bed.You see love is never fair and when I heart breaks it don't break even as a song by the script would say. With a cigarette in my hand..A knock on the door..another to break in and another pet to see to in my vast collection of the sick and twisted.  Afterall what's a kingdom without it's queen.
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