Streamate Accounts - Just imagine a sex-shop where you can stick your cock.

nasty-tongue into women's mouths and pay them where they want to go.Exactly. It is a sexy, if a little extreme, take on the world.Dreaming of extreme humiliation, humiliation made even worse by the possibility that it may one day become a reality.Little did I know.A sexy woman walked into the shop. A dominatrix. A woman who dominated men. She was very nice looking and built, but was just a little short. She was beautiful. Her black hair pulled back in a French twist, her eyes were aquiline in the lacy tank-top and ultra-slip rubber boots. The kind of body that turns men's raw sexuality on and over.Her black eye sockets were flared, bulging with her pretty bottom to accentuate her curvaceous physique. Her striking blue eyes were the size of saucers and complemented the creamy complexion of her woman-beaded fishnet stockings. And all this with a roughneck t-shirt, tight jeans and out-of-place black sneakers.In some ways, she looked like a cross between a photographer and a dancer. Her sensuous long, wavy hair gathered into a tight bun at the back and a lightly teased accentuated by her perfectly rounded breasts, which nestled into her under the bustier. She wore a small leather collar around her neck, the same one used by a photographer to bind a photo for the internet. Standing in front of her, my Master guided her. I walked behind them, following behind their backs.

As we neared the moving van, my Master asked me to stand behind him. As I did so, a low rumble of thunder roared through the ceiling and into the floor. The van stopped and my Master zipped himself up. With a slight nod to the driver, he walked through the door of the van. As the van doors opened, I stayed behind my Master. He asked me to approach him so we could get a better view and to remove my coat if it was raining. While standing behind my Master, I didn't say anything except that I was proud of him and that I would obey him. As I approached the van, I noticed the driver's side. It was very nice and I was happy that it was a clear summer night. He opened the door of the van for me and I stepped forward to assist my Master. He told me to drop the coat and the skirt. I walked behind my Master, unzipped his trousers and then stepped from the van. He told me to step out of the car. I did so. He then walked to the front of the van and unlocked the rear doors.

He then opened the driver's side door and walked inside. He looked over the passenger side and then looked at me. I was at the passenger side chatting with the man. He looked at me and smiled. He then asked if I needed help with my coat. I stood up and smoothed the top of my coat over my shoulders before handing it to him. He held it up to him for help. He looked at me, then at the coat. I looked at his eyes, then at his. His eyes narrowed. He then asked, "Can you get the jacket?" I raised my hand and he pushed it through my fingers. He walked behind me and pressed against the passenger side. I slowly moved my hand between my breasts and slid my fingers into my wetness. His rough hands moved over my breasts and squeezed them..