He was a stunning young man, with dark mysterious eyes that held a longing. His hair was spiraled in thick tendrils of waves that danced perfectly upon his shoulders. The first time I met him I was mesmerized by him, he carried an air of sexual mystique, and I knew that before long I would be conquering this exquisite creature pouring my doubles of vodka and lime.
At the time I was prowling about a local gay club, it was the only place in my town where I actually felt comfortable enough to let my hair down and be myself. I was accepted here. Many of my suitors were bisexual, and, well as the saying goes, you know your own kind. Being a Domme, the Subs knew where to find me.
I watched him dance around the bar, serving the customers, and noticed a pair of handcuffs attached to his belt loop. I knew he was a kindred spirit. Now all I had to do was ensnare him in my web of seduction. I resolved to leave him a nice tip and come back the next night.
The next night I arrived to a double poured and waiting for me at the bar. It appeared obvious to me that he wanted to make small talk, so I initiated a conversation.
” Excuse me for being so rude, My name is Rosie. I already know you are Doug, so I do have you at a disadvantage, ” I started off the conversation.
“I’ve seen you in here quite a few times. What’s your story? ” Doug asked me.
” Oh , are you a storyteller? ” I laughed.” I love action. I love to play, and to throw back a few healthy drinks with fresh meat.”
” As a matter of fact, I am a storyteller, and I love to play too. Tell me would you consider me fresh meat?” Doug asked, staring into my eyes. I felt myself dripping already.
“Considering you wear leather, and carry handcuffs, my answer is you are the freshest of meat I have seen in a long time, ” I answered, handing him my empty glass.
‘May I take you home tonight?” He asked, his eyes piercing through me.
“I don’t think you have a choice at this point, storyteller, ” I teased him.
It wasn’t far from the club to my home, but I wanted to tease him. I unzipped his pants, and placed my mouth on his already swollen cock while he drove, reaching my hand down and lightly squeezing his testicles. His moans made my nipples so hard that they hurt.
We entered through my back door, and I asked him for his handcuffs. He obliged. I handcuffed him to the kitchen chair, and rode him, my breasts bouncing in his face, The look in his eyes, that dark searing look I will never forget, as I brought myself to multiple orgasms. The chair rocked backed and forth as he brought himself up to meet me, intensifying my pleasure. My juices were dripping down to his knees. I smacked him across the face and ordered him to release.
” This is going to make a great story one day, storyteller, ” I said as I was releasing him from his handcuffs.