| Rhonda kept bidding Me to jack-off in front of her, and I knew where she was coming from – it was a sign of dominance, a power trip, sort of: to have your lover self-displayed in a manner most exposed, most abashed, most vulnerable, most subordinated, all for One’s aggrandizing entertainment. While it was only our third date, she should have known by then that such a command performance would be wholly contrary to My nature, but the gal had been dancing to My tune this far, and I wanted to oblige her, sort of. So I said at last, “Sure, baby,” and led her by her hair to her knees, cock-slapped her face and proceeded to stroke Myself against her humbled mouth, stirring the rim of her lips and mopping her brow, until in due time I completed the art she had commissioned with an even coat and carefully signed My work, crossing her teeth and dotting her eyes. Then I stepped back and asked, “How was that?” |
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