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- LTR (relationship)
- Events & Places
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- NSA (no strings...)
- BDSM Lovers
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Description
Hey! I'm the type who can turn a good convo into a great one, and I've got a knack for injecting humor into any situation. im in Miami, but who knows where an adventure might take us next
I'm a sapiosexual. Which means I'm attracted to intellect. The problem with saying I'm attracted to persons of intellect is that everyone thinks they are a person of intellect. And the dumber ones are the most convinced. Character is also huge with me if you are not a decent human being I'm not interested in having you for a sub. Again everyone thinks they are a decent human being, even the worst people.
My immediate goal is to find a casual partner to play with, though if you are that special submissive little girl I won't be shy to see where it goes.
Dominant in mind - romantic at heart, though I've had many girls confuse my romance.
I won't give you hearts and flowers, but you might get your fantasy lived out if I am feeling romantic.
I would like, to confuse and tease your mind, psychological dominance at its finest.
I believe in honesty and above all, communication between me and a partner.
There’s no right or wrong way to be a Dom or a sub. There are safe and unsafe ways, and there are right and wrong for certain scenes. But there’s no right or wrong way for you to be who you are !
Limits
no ***
My roles & archetype
My kinks & fetishes
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Noha sat nervously on the edge of her chair, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was filled with the chatter of women, all engaged in their own conversations, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within her. She glanced at her phone, the screen displaying a series of missed messages from Talleb. Read more…Each one was more urgent than the last, each one a reminder of her disobedience.
She had promised him she would wake up early, complete her tasks, and submit to him before he left for work. But sleep had been too tempting, and now she was paying the price. The gathering was a family affair, a rare occasion where all the women of the extended family came together. It was supposed to be a time of bonding, but for Noha, it felt like a prison.
Her phone buzzed again, and she quickly glanced at the latest message: "Come to the back garden immediately." Her stomach churned as she stood up, excusing herself from the group. The walk to the back garden felt like an eternity, each step heavier than the last. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation made her knees weak.
The garden was secluded, hidden from view by tall hedges and a high wall. Talleb stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression stern. He was dressed in his work attire, a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, his tie loosened at the collar. His eyes were cold, piercing through her like daggers.
"You overslept," he stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Noha nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Talleb. I... I just couldn't wake up."
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You made a promise, Noha. Promises are not something you take lightly."
She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his disappointment. "I know. I'll make it up to you, I swear."
Talleb's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it. "Oh, you will. But first, you need to learn your lesson."
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a small bench near the rose bushes. He ***d her down onto it, her legs spread wide as he positioned himself between them. His hands moved to her hijab, pulling it off and tossing it aside. She shivered, feeling exposed despite the seclusion of the garden.
"Spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.
Noha obeyed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Talleb knelt down, his fingers deftly unzipping her jeans. He tugged them down, along with her underwear, leaving her completely bare. The cool air against her skin made her gasp, but Talleb's touch was even colder.
He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, teasing her with light strokes. "You disobeyed me, Noha. Now you will feel the consequences."
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper. "Please, Talleb, not here..."
He ignored her plea, his fingers delving deeper. "You should have thought of that before you decided to lie to me."
His fingers found her clit, circling it slowly. Noha's breath hitched, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. She tried to close her legs, but his grip on her thighs was firm, unyielding.
"No," he said softly, his tone brooking no argument. "You will stay still and take your punishment."
Her eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. She hated how much she craved his touch, how easily he could bring her to the brink with just a few strokes. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and she could feel her climax building.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Feel it, Noha. Feel how good it is to obey."
Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking release. Talleb's other hand moved to her breast, squeezing roughly through her blouse. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Talleb didn't stop, his fingers relentless as he milked every ounce of pleasure from her. When she finally collapsed against the bench, breathless and trembling, he stood up, wiping his fingers on her jeans.
"Get dressed," he ordered, his voice cold once more. "And remember this moment. Next time you decide to disobey, think about how it feels to be used like this."
Noha fumbled with her clothes, her hands shaking. She wanted to protest, to tell him how unfair it was, but the words died in her throat. She knew better than to argue with him when he was in this mood.
As she pulled her jeans back up, she felt a deep sense of shame. She had been reduced to nothing more than a toy for his pleasure, a tool to teach her a lesson. And yet, part of her couldn't deny the thrill of it, the rush of adrenaline that came with being so thoroughly dominated.
Talleb watched her intently, his eyes narrowing as he saw the mix of emotions playing across her face. "Good girl," he said finally, his tone softening slightly. "Now go back inside. And don't forget your tasks."
Noha nodded, her head bowed. She turned to leave, but Talleb's voice stopped her.
"One more thing," he added, his tone once again icy. "If you ever disobey me again, it won't be just my fingers you feel. Do you understand?"
She swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Yes, Talleb. I understand."
With that, she hurried back to the gathering, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. She knew she had to do better, had to prove to him that she could be trusted. But the memory of his touch lingered, a constant reminder of her submission.
As she rejoined the group, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Every glance, every whisper, felt like a judgment on her behavior. She kept her head down, focusing on the task at hand, determined to make amends.
But deep down, she knew that Talleb's control over her was only growing stronger. And she wasn't sure if she had the strength to resist it.
Noha tried to focus on the conversation around her, but her mind kept drifting back to the garden and Talleb's harsh words. She was talking to her ***, Layla, when something Layla said made her heart skip a beat.
"I saw Talleb earlier," Layla mentioned casually, "at the same place where you two were just now. But he wasn't with you. He was with Mom."
Noha's eyes widened in shock. "With Mom? Are you sure?"
Layla nodded, oblivious to Noha's inner turmoil. "Yeah, they looked pretty cozy. I thought it was weird since he usually only talks to Dad or us girls."
Noha felt a chill run down her spine. Was she being manipulated? Was this some twisted game Talleb was playing to train her, to assert his control not just over her, but over the entire family? The thought made her stomach churn.
She glanced around the room, noticing how everyone seemed to defer to Talleb's authority. Even her parents, who were usually the heads of the household, seemed to respect his decisions implicitly. What secret was he hiding that gave him such power? Why did everyone listen to him so unquestioningly?
As the questions swirled in her mind, Noha couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something crucial. Talleb's control over her was undeniable, but it seemed to extend far beyond just their relationship. There was a web of influence he wielded, one that left her feeling trapped and powerless.
Determined to uncover the truth, Noha resolved to observe more closely, to see if there were any cracks in Talleb's facade. If he was manipulating the family, she needed to find out why and how. The stakes were too high for her to remain in the dark any longer.
But as she watched the interactions around her, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. Talleb's power was pervasive, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to resist it, let alone expose it
She had promised him she would wake up early, complete her tasks, and submit to him before he left for work. But sleep had been too tempting, and now she was paying the price. The gathering was a family affair, a rare occasion where all the women of the extended family came together. It was supposed to be a time of bonding, but for Noha, it felt like a prison.
Her phone buzzed again, and she quickly glanced at the latest message: "Come to the back garden immediately." Her stomach churned as she stood up, excusing herself from the group. The walk to the back garden felt like an eternity, each step heavier than the last. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation made her knees weak.
The garden was secluded, hidden from view by tall hedges and a high wall. Talleb stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression stern. He was dressed in his work attire, a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, his tie loosened at the collar. His eyes were cold, piercing through her like daggers.
"You overslept," he stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Noha nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Talleb. I... I just couldn't wake up."
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You made a promise, Noha. Promises are not something you take lightly."
She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his disappointment. "I know. I'll make it up to you, I swear."
Talleb's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it. "Oh, you will. But first, you need to learn your lesson."
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a small bench near the rose bushes. He ***d her down onto it, her legs spread wide as he positioned himself between them. His hands moved to her hijab, pulling it off and tossing it aside. She shivered, feeling exposed despite the seclusion of the garden.
"Spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.
Noha obeyed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Talleb knelt down, his fingers deftly unzipping her jeans. He tugged them down, along with her underwear, leaving her completely bare. The cool air against her skin made her gasp, but Talleb's touch was even colder.
He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, teasing her with light strokes. "You disobeyed me, Noha. Now you will feel the consequences."
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper. "Please, Talleb, not here..."
He ignored her plea, his fingers delving deeper. "You should have thought of that before you decided to lie to me."
His fingers found her clit, circling it slowly. Noha's breath hitched, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. She tried to close her legs, but his grip on her thighs was firm, unyielding.
"No," he said softly, his tone brooking no argument. "You will stay still and take your punishment."
Her eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. She hated how much she craved his touch, how easily he could bring her to the brink with just a few strokes. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and she could feel her climax building.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Feel it, Noha. Feel how good it is to obey."
Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking release. Talleb's other hand moved to her breast, squeezing roughly through her blouse. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Talleb didn't stop, his fingers relentless as he milked every ounce of pleasure from her. When she finally collapsed against the bench, breathless and trembling, he stood up, wiping his fingers on her jeans.
"Get dressed," he ordered, his voice cold once more. "And remember this moment. Next time you decide to disobey, think about how it feels to be used like this."
Noha fumbled with her clothes, her hands shaking. She wanted to protest, to tell him how unfair it was, but the words died in her throat. She knew better than to argue with him when he was in this mood.
As she pulled her jeans back up, she felt a deep sense of shame. She had been reduced to nothing more than a toy for his pleasure, a tool to teach her a lesson. And yet, part of her couldn't deny the thrill of it, the rush of adrenaline that came with being so thoroughly dominated.
Talleb watched her intently, his eyes narrowing as he saw the mix of emotions playing across her face. "Good girl," he said finally, his tone softening slightly. "Now go back inside. And don't forget your tasks."
Noha nodded, her head bowed. She turned to leave, but Talleb's voice stopped her.
"One more thing," he added, his tone once again icy. "If you ever disobey me again, it won't be just my fingers you feel. Do you understand?"
She swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Yes, Talleb. I understand."
With that, she hurried back to the gathering, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. She knew she had to do better, had to prove to him that she could be trusted. But the memory of his touch lingered, a constant reminder of her submission.
As she rejoined the group, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Every glance, every whisper, felt like a judgment on her behavior. She kept her head down, focusing on the task at hand, determined to make amends.
But deep down, she knew that Talleb's control over her was only growing stronger. And she wasn't sure if she had the strength to resist it.
Noha tried to focus on the conversation around her, but her mind kept drifting back to the garden and Talleb's harsh words. She was talking to her ***, Layla, when something Layla said made her heart skip a beat.
"I saw Talleb earlier," Layla mentioned casually, "at the same place where you two were just now. But he wasn't with you. He was with Mom."
Noha's eyes widened in shock. "With Mom? Are you sure?"
Layla nodded, oblivious to Noha's inner turmoil. "Yeah, they looked pretty cozy. I thought it was weird since he usually only talks to Dad or us girls."
Noha felt a chill run down her spine. Was she being manipulated? Was this some twisted game Talleb was playing to train her, to assert his control not just over her, but over the entire family? The thought made her stomach churn.
She glanced around the room, noticing how everyone seemed to defer to Talleb's authority. Even her parents, who were usually the heads of the household, seemed to respect his decisions implicitly. What secret was he hiding that gave him such power? Why did everyone listen to him so unquestioningly?
As the questions swirled in her mind, Noha couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something crucial. Talleb's control over her was undeniable, but it seemed to extend far beyond just their relationship. There was a web of influence he wielded, one that left her feeling trapped and powerless.
Determined to uncover the truth, Noha resolved to observe more closely, to see if there were any cracks in Talleb's facade. If he was manipulating the family, she needed to find out why and how. The stakes were too high for her to remain in the dark any longer.
But as she watched the interactions around her, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. Talleb's power was pervasive, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to resist it, let alone expose it
ONCE UPON a BRAT II
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Mykey stands in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed on the X marked on the floor with tape. The leathery office chair sits behind him, a throne for his dominance. He gestures for Paulina to stand on the X, and she hesitates, her defiance flickering in her eyes.
"Now," he commands, his voice a Read more…low growl that sends a shiver down her spine. Paulina steps onto the X, her heart pounding in her chest. Mykey looks her up and down, his gaze lingering on her defiant expression.
"Take off your clothes, piece by piece, and tell me you're a silly little brat who should behave better," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Paulina’s hands tremble as she reaches for the hemPaulina’s hands tremble as she reaches for the hem of her dress. She pulls it over her head, exposing her pale skin to the cool air. "I'm a silly little brat," she mumbles, her voice barely audible.
"Louder," Mykey demands, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
"I... I'm a silly little brat," she repeats, her voice stronger but still tinged with resistance.
She undresses slowly, each item of clothing dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Her bra follows, revealing her pert breasts, nipples hardened from the cold and tension. "I should behave better," she adds, though the words stick in her throat.
Next, her dress slides down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. Mykey's gaze darkens as he takes in the sight of her, half-naked and ***.
"Apologize," he says, his voice a command that brooks no refusal.
Paulina bites her lip, her pride warring with her ***. "I apologize, sir," she finally admits, her voice trembling. "I will be better."
Mykey nods, satisfied for now. "Good. Now, those panties."
Paulina hesitates again, but the look in Mykey's eyes makes her move. She slides her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down, stepping out of them and standing before him completely naked.
"Kneel," Mykey instructs, pointing to the floor in front of him.
Paulina drops to her knees, her body tense and ready for whatever comes next. Mykey walks over to his desk, pulling out a roll of duct tape. He returns and rips off a length, wrapping it around her mouth, gagging her with the thick material.
The world narrows to the sensation of the tape against her lips, the muffled sounds of her own breathing filling her ears. Mykey kneels in front of her, his face inches from hers.
"You disobeyed me, Paulina," he says, his voice calm but dangerous. "And disobedience requires punishment."
He rises, pulling her to her feet by her bound wrists. He guides her to the center of the room, where he has set up a series of restraints. Mykey secures her wrists above her head, chaining her to the wall. Her legs are spread wide, ankles tied to two metal rings in the floor. She is completely immobilized, at his mercy.
Mykey steps back, admiring his handiwork. "Let’s see how long you can last," he murmurs, almost to himself.
He picks up a riding crop from the nearby table, testing its weight in his hand. Paulina's eyes widen as he approaches, but there is nowhere for her to go.
The first strike lands across her ass, the leather tip biting into her flesh. She gasps against the gag, the *** sharp and immediate. Mykey watches her reaction, noting the way her body tenses and then relaxes.
"One," he counts, delivering another strike, this time lower on her thigh.
Paulina whimpers, the sound muffled by the tape. The *** radiates through her, mingling with the *** of her ***ness. Mykey continues, methodically marking her skin with the crop, each strike precise and unrelenting.
By the tenth strike, tears are streaming down Paulina's face, mixing with the sweat that drips from her forehead. Her body trembles, muscles tensing and then quivering under the onslaught.
"You’re strong, aren’t you?" Mykey taunts, running the crop along the curve of her hip. "But everyone breaks eventually."
He delivers two more strikes, one to each cheek, watching as she arches her back, trying to escape the sting. But there is no escape, only the relentless application of *** and control.
"Please..." Paulina manages to mumble through the gag, her voice desperate and pleading.
Mykey pauses, leaning close to her ear. "Begging already? I thought you were stronger than that."
She shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please... own me," she whispers, the words barely audible even through the gag.
Mykey's fingers pause for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he considers her plea. "Own you?" he echoes, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is about ownership?"
He steps back, the riding crop still in hand, and circles her like a predator eyeing its prey. Paulina's breath hitches, her body trembling with anticipation and ***. The room feels smaller, the air thick with tension.
"Let's see how much you can take before you truly understand," Mykey murmurs, raising the crop again.
The next strike lands with precision, this time across her already reddened ass. Paulina gasps into the gag, the *** sharp and searing. Mykey doesn't give her a moment to recover, delivering another strike, then another, each one more intense than the last.
Paulina's body writhes against the restraints, her muscles straining as she tries to escape the relentless punishment. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the sweat that beads on her forehead. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, the gag muffling her cries of ***.
"Do you feel it, Paulina?" Mykey asks, his voice calm but commanding. "Do you feel the sting? The ***?"
She nods frantically, her eyes wide with desperation. Mykey's gaze softens for a brief moment, but then he hardens again, raising the crop once more.
"Good," he says, delivering another series of strikes, each one calculated to push her limits. "Because this is just the beginning."
Paulina's body arches under the onslaught, her mind a whirlwind of *** and submission. She can feel herself breaking, her resolve crumbling under the weight of Mykey's control. But there is something else too—a strange sense of release, of letting go.
Mykey pauses, watching her closely. "Are you ready to submit?" he asks, his voice almost gentle.
Paulina nods, her head bobbing up and down, tears streaming unchecked. "Yes... please... own me," she whispers through the gag, her voice barely audible.
Mykey's lips curl into a satisfied smile. "Very well," he says, setting the crop aside. He reaches up to undo the restraints, his touch surprisingly gentle as he frees her from the wall.
Paulina collapses into his arms, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. Mykey holds her close, his dominance now tempered with a rare tenderness. "Welcome to your new reality," he whispers in her ear.
"Now," he commands, his voice a Read more…low growl that sends a shiver down her spine. Paulina steps onto the X, her heart pounding in her chest. Mykey looks her up and down, his gaze lingering on her defiant expression.
"Take off your clothes, piece by piece, and tell me you're a silly little brat who should behave better," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Paulina’s hands tremble as she reaches for the hemPaulina’s hands tremble as she reaches for the hem of her dress. She pulls it over her head, exposing her pale skin to the cool air. "I'm a silly little brat," she mumbles, her voice barely audible.
"Louder," Mykey demands, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
"I... I'm a silly little brat," she repeats, her voice stronger but still tinged with resistance.
She undresses slowly, each item of clothing dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Her bra follows, revealing her pert breasts, nipples hardened from the cold and tension. "I should behave better," she adds, though the words stick in her throat.
Next, her dress slides down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. Mykey's gaze darkens as he takes in the sight of her, half-naked and ***.
"Apologize," he says, his voice a command that brooks no refusal.
Paulina bites her lip, her pride warring with her ***. "I apologize, sir," she finally admits, her voice trembling. "I will be better."
Mykey nods, satisfied for now. "Good. Now, those panties."
Paulina hesitates again, but the look in Mykey's eyes makes her move. She slides her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down, stepping out of them and standing before him completely naked.
"Kneel," Mykey instructs, pointing to the floor in front of him.
Paulina drops to her knees, her body tense and ready for whatever comes next. Mykey walks over to his desk, pulling out a roll of duct tape. He returns and rips off a length, wrapping it around her mouth, gagging her with the thick material.
The world narrows to the sensation of the tape against her lips, the muffled sounds of her own breathing filling her ears. Mykey kneels in front of her, his face inches from hers.
"You disobeyed me, Paulina," he says, his voice calm but dangerous. "And disobedience requires punishment."
He rises, pulling her to her feet by her bound wrists. He guides her to the center of the room, where he has set up a series of restraints. Mykey secures her wrists above her head, chaining her to the wall. Her legs are spread wide, ankles tied to two metal rings in the floor. She is completely immobilized, at his mercy.
Mykey steps back, admiring his handiwork. "Let’s see how long you can last," he murmurs, almost to himself.
He picks up a riding crop from the nearby table, testing its weight in his hand. Paulina's eyes widen as he approaches, but there is nowhere for her to go.
The first strike lands across her ass, the leather tip biting into her flesh. She gasps against the gag, the *** sharp and immediate. Mykey watches her reaction, noting the way her body tenses and then relaxes.
"One," he counts, delivering another strike, this time lower on her thigh.
Paulina whimpers, the sound muffled by the tape. The *** radiates through her, mingling with the *** of her ***ness. Mykey continues, methodically marking her skin with the crop, each strike precise and unrelenting.
By the tenth strike, tears are streaming down Paulina's face, mixing with the sweat that drips from her forehead. Her body trembles, muscles tensing and then quivering under the onslaught.
"You’re strong, aren’t you?" Mykey taunts, running the crop along the curve of her hip. "But everyone breaks eventually."
He delivers two more strikes, one to each cheek, watching as she arches her back, trying to escape the sting. But there is no escape, only the relentless application of *** and control.
"Please..." Paulina manages to mumble through the gag, her voice desperate and pleading.
Mykey pauses, leaning close to her ear. "Begging already? I thought you were stronger than that."
She shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please... own me," she whispers, the words barely audible even through the gag.
Mykey's fingers pause for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he considers her plea. "Own you?" he echoes, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is about ownership?"
He steps back, the riding crop still in hand, and circles her like a predator eyeing its prey. Paulina's breath hitches, her body trembling with anticipation and ***. The room feels smaller, the air thick with tension.
"Let's see how much you can take before you truly understand," Mykey murmurs, raising the crop again.
The next strike lands with precision, this time across her already reddened ass. Paulina gasps into the gag, the *** sharp and searing. Mykey doesn't give her a moment to recover, delivering another strike, then another, each one more intense than the last.
Paulina's body writhes against the restraints, her muscles straining as she tries to escape the relentless punishment. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the sweat that beads on her forehead. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, the gag muffling her cries of ***.
"Do you feel it, Paulina?" Mykey asks, his voice calm but commanding. "Do you feel the sting? The ***?"
She nods frantically, her eyes wide with desperation. Mykey's gaze softens for a brief moment, but then he hardens again, raising the crop once more.
"Good," he says, delivering another series of strikes, each one calculated to push her limits. "Because this is just the beginning."
Paulina's body arches under the onslaught, her mind a whirlwind of *** and submission. She can feel herself breaking, her resolve crumbling under the weight of Mykey's control. But there is something else too—a strange sense of release, of letting go.
Mykey pauses, watching her closely. "Are you ready to submit?" he asks, his voice almost gentle.
Paulina nods, her head bobbing up and down, tears streaming unchecked. "Yes... please... own me," she whispers through the gag, her voice barely audible.
Mykey's lips curl into a satisfied smile. "Very well," he says, setting the crop aside. He reaches up to undo the restraints, his touch surprisingly gentle as he frees her from the wall.
Paulina collapses into his arms, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. Mykey holds her close, his dominance now tempered with a rare tenderness. "Welcome to your new reality," he whispers in her ear.
Once upon a Brat!
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I stare at the email on my screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Paulina’s response to my instructions drips with defiance. "Blue," she wrote. But it wasn’t in a text—it was in an email. She knew exactly what I wanted. And she knew exactly how to push back.
My phone buzzes on the desk Read more…beside me, and I glance down at the screen. Another message from her. "You can't make me do anything, Mykey." The words are bold, underlined for emphasis. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. This brat thinks she’s untouchable, doesn’t she?
I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. “Paulina, darling,” I type, my tone dripping with calculated amusement. “You seem to misunderstand the situation. You see, I don’t need to make you do anything. I simply choose to give you orders. If you don’t follow them, well… let’s just say your little secret might not stay so secret.”
The cursor blinks at me, taunting me to add more. I hit send before I can change my mind. The reply comes almost instantly. “What secret? You don’t have anything on me.” Her bravado is impressive, but I know better.
“Is that so?” I respond, typing quickly. “Then why did you agree to meet me tonight? Why did you even bother answering my emails if you think I’m bluffing?”
There’s a long pause this time. Long enough for me to imagine her pacing, biting her lip, trying to figure out her next move. When the reply finally comes, it’s not what I expected. “Fine. I’ll come. But only because I want to see how far you’ll go.”
I chuckle softly, leaning forward to grab my phone. “Good girl. Be here by 8. Wear something... appropriate.”
The clock reads 7:59 when there’s a knock on my door. I rise from my seat, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as I stride across the room. When I open the door, Paulina stands there, looking every bit the defiant ***ager she is. Her eyes are wide, full of challenge, but her posture is slightly tense, betraying her nervousness.
“Come in,” I say, stepping aside to let her pass. She hesitates for a fraction of a second before walking past me, her scent hitting me like a wave—something floral mixed with the faint tang of sweat. I close the door behind her, locking it for good measure.
She spins around to face me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Alright, Mykey. What’s so important that I had to come all the way here?”
I take a step closer, invading her personal space until I can feel the heat radiating off her body. “Oh, Paulina,” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. “We both know why you’re here.”
Her breath catches, but she tries to hide it, lifting her chin defiantly. “Enlighten me.”
“Your father’s business dealings,” I say, watching her reaction closely. “He has some rather... questionable practices. Practices that could land him in serious trouble if they were to come to light.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the gears turning in her head. “And you think blackmailing me will keep that from happening?”
“Blackmail implies ***,” I correct her, taking another step forward. “This is more of a... friendly reminder. You see, I have all the proof I need. And if you refuse to cooperate, well, I might just have to share that information with the wrong people.”
She takes a step back, her back now pressed against the wall. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I reply, sliding my hand up her arm until my fingers brush against the strap of her dress. “Or maybe you’d like to see how much power I really have over you.”
She swallows hard, her eyes darting to my hand before meeting my gaze again. “You don’t scare me, Mykey.”
“No?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I trace the line of her collarbone with the tip of my finger. “Then why are you trembling?”
Her breath hitches as my fingers dip lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress to caress the soft skin just above her breasts. “Because I’m not used to people like you,” she admits, her voice barely a whisper.
“People like me?” I repeat, my tone mocking. “People who demand respect? People who expect obedience?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as my fingers continue their slow descent. “But I won’t be controlled.”
“We’ll see about that,” I murmur, my thumb brushing against the swell of her breast. “Now, tell me. What color are your panties?”
She bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before replying, “Pink.”
“Wrong,” I say, leaning in so close that our lips nearly touch. “They’re blue. And you know what happens when you lie to me, don’t you?”
Her eyes flicker with uncertainty, but she remains silent. I shift my weight, pressing my body against hers as I wrap my hand around her throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who’s in control.
“Answer me, Paulina,” I command, my voice firm. “What happens when you disobey?”
She swallows again, her pulse quickening beneath my fingertips. “P-punishment,” she stutters, her defiance crumbling under the pressure.
“Good girl,” I praise, releasing her throat and trailing my hand down to her waist. “Now lift your dress.”
To be continued..
My phone buzzes on the desk Read more…beside me, and I glance down at the screen. Another message from her. "You can't make me do anything, Mykey." The words are bold, underlined for emphasis. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. This brat thinks she’s untouchable, doesn’t she?
I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. “Paulina, darling,” I type, my tone dripping with calculated amusement. “You seem to misunderstand the situation. You see, I don’t need to make you do anything. I simply choose to give you orders. If you don’t follow them, well… let’s just say your little secret might not stay so secret.”
The cursor blinks at me, taunting me to add more. I hit send before I can change my mind. The reply comes almost instantly. “What secret? You don’t have anything on me.” Her bravado is impressive, but I know better.
“Is that so?” I respond, typing quickly. “Then why did you agree to meet me tonight? Why did you even bother answering my emails if you think I’m bluffing?”
There’s a long pause this time. Long enough for me to imagine her pacing, biting her lip, trying to figure out her next move. When the reply finally comes, it’s not what I expected. “Fine. I’ll come. But only because I want to see how far you’ll go.”
I chuckle softly, leaning forward to grab my phone. “Good girl. Be here by 8. Wear something... appropriate.”
The clock reads 7:59 when there’s a knock on my door. I rise from my seat, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as I stride across the room. When I open the door, Paulina stands there, looking every bit the defiant ***ager she is. Her eyes are wide, full of challenge, but her posture is slightly tense, betraying her nervousness.
“Come in,” I say, stepping aside to let her pass. She hesitates for a fraction of a second before walking past me, her scent hitting me like a wave—something floral mixed with the faint tang of sweat. I close the door behind her, locking it for good measure.
She spins around to face me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Alright, Mykey. What’s so important that I had to come all the way here?”
I take a step closer, invading her personal space until I can feel the heat radiating off her body. “Oh, Paulina,” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. “We both know why you’re here.”
Her breath catches, but she tries to hide it, lifting her chin defiantly. “Enlighten me.”
“Your father’s business dealings,” I say, watching her reaction closely. “He has some rather... questionable practices. Practices that could land him in serious trouble if they were to come to light.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the gears turning in her head. “And you think blackmailing me will keep that from happening?”
“Blackmail implies ***,” I correct her, taking another step forward. “This is more of a... friendly reminder. You see, I have all the proof I need. And if you refuse to cooperate, well, I might just have to share that information with the wrong people.”
She takes a step back, her back now pressed against the wall. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I reply, sliding my hand up her arm until my fingers brush against the strap of her dress. “Or maybe you’d like to see how much power I really have over you.”
She swallows hard, her eyes darting to my hand before meeting my gaze again. “You don’t scare me, Mykey.”
“No?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I trace the line of her collarbone with the tip of my finger. “Then why are you trembling?”
Her breath hitches as my fingers dip lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress to caress the soft skin just above her breasts. “Because I’m not used to people like you,” she admits, her voice barely a whisper.
“People like me?” I repeat, my tone mocking. “People who demand respect? People who expect obedience?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as my fingers continue their slow descent. “But I won’t be controlled.”
“We’ll see about that,” I murmur, my thumb brushing against the swell of her breast. “Now, tell me. What color are your panties?”
She bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before replying, “Pink.”
“Wrong,” I say, leaning in so close that our lips nearly touch. “They’re blue. And you know what happens when you lie to me, don’t you?”
Her eyes flicker with uncertainty, but she remains silent. I shift my weight, pressing my body against hers as I wrap my hand around her throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who’s in control.
“Answer me, Paulina,” I command, my voice firm. “What happens when you disobey?”
She swallows again, her pulse quickening beneath my fingertips. “P-punishment,” she stutters, her defiance crumbling under the pressure.
“Good girl,” I praise, releasing her throat and trailing my hand down to her waist. “Now lift your dress.”
To be continued..
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ShyTeddy i’m not talking about a book … i’m talking about him i’m not talking about a book … i’m talking about him
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Jan-Tellulater You have a way with words Sir You have a way with words Sir
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infamousg1203 If you asking why is it so hard to find . As in a book or something you won’t because I wrote it :) If you asking why is it so hard to find . As in a book or something you won’t because I wrote it :)
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I love whispering in her ear how pretty her pussy is, just to still ignore it and fuck her ass instead. Putting all my weight down on top of her and whispering more sweet nothings into her ear. “That’s my good fucking girl, you know you love it when Daddy fucks your ass. Go ahead, no use in being Read more…
shy for Daddy, cum from being fucked in your ass like the dirty little slut I know you are for me.”
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Calling me at 3am for sum 🍆 🙂💦is DISGUSTING!!
Where is your morals??
Where is your self respect?
So …
What is your address?
Where is your house?
Where do I park?
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Where is your morals??
Where is your self respect?
So …
What is your address?
Where is your house?
Where do I park?
😉
Hey! I'm the type who can turn a good convo into a great one, and I've got a knack for injecting humor into any situation. im in Miami, but who knows where an adventure might take us next
I'm a sapiosexual. Which means I'm attracted to intellect. The problem with saying I'm attracted to persons Read more… of intellect is that everyone thinks they are a person of intellect. And the dumber ones are the most convinced. Character is also huge with me if you are not a decent human being I'm not interested in having you for a sub. Again everyone thinks they are a decent human being, even the worst people.
My immediate goal is to find a casual partner to play with, though if you are that special submissive little girl I won't be shy to see where it goes.
Dominant in mind - romantic at heart, though I've had many girls confuse my romance.
I won't give you hearts and flowers, but you might get your fantasy lived out if I am feeling romantic.
I would like, to confuse and tease your mind, psychological dominance at its finest.
I believe in honesty and above all, communication between me and a partner.
There’s no right or wrong way to be a Dom or a sub. There are safe and unsafe ways, and there are right and wrong for certain scenes. But there’s no right or wrong way for you to be who you are !
I'm a sapiosexual. Which means I'm attracted to intellect. The problem with saying I'm attracted to persons Read more… of intellect is that everyone thinks they are a person of intellect. And the dumber ones are the most convinced. Character is also huge with me if you are not a decent human being I'm not interested in having you for a sub. Again everyone thinks they are a decent human being, even the worst people.
My immediate goal is to find a casual partner to play with, though if you are that special submissive little girl I won't be shy to see where it goes.
Dominant in mind - romantic at heart, though I've had many girls confuse my romance.
I won't give you hearts and flowers, but you might get your fantasy lived out if I am feeling romantic.
I would like, to confuse and tease your mind, psychological dominance at its finest.
I believe in honesty and above all, communication between me and a partner.
There’s no right or wrong way to be a Dom or a sub. There are safe and unsafe ways, and there are right and wrong for certain scenes. But there’s no right or wrong way for you to be who you are !
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More plz! Wow!
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