How well do you think you could “hold up”?
I wonder about you and your cool composure sometimes. I wonder about just how long it would take me to break you completely, to make you lose your cool during an intense and important conference call, or what I could do to humiliate you so much in public that you’d have to excuse yourself to go hide in a corner for a little while.
After all, stripping away your strong exterior is one of my favorite pastimes.
It’s been too long since I paid you a vist. I think it's time for you to again endure pain and humiliation in my own degrading playground.
You can expect a few things, though. And know that the ultimate goal in all of this is to make me so wet that by the time I finish with you, all I want to do is lock you into my pussy collar and make you bring me to orgasm as quickly as possible.
That is if I don’t finish the job myself first.
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It’s easy for me to imagine and plan all of the deliciously degrading things I can do to you – or make you do.
How would you feel having to strip – slowly – out of your suit and into embarrassing, tight, frilly and feminine lingerie while I sit back, watching you, pleasuring myself, moaning with every move of your hips?
Watching you unbutton your shirt, lower your trousers. Just the image in my mind is enough to get my heart racing. Seeing you roll up the white lace stockings and fasten them up, watching you fit the tight, ultra-girlie white bra around your broad chest. All while talking about the bottom line, facts and figures, and the impact of the economy. Priceless!
I’ve decided that next, you will have to give me a lapdance. Just like you are a high-paid stripper. And you will be dressed like one, anyway. Right down to the spiked pumps! I’ll perfume you for good measure – adding a spritz of the latest girlie scent on your cleavage.
Sitting back in my chair, looking at you as you grind and press your tight feminine body against me, like a pro stripper, making all the right faces. How could I not enjoy this? I may wave a few dollar bills in your direction, making you turn around and bend over, rubbing your g-stringed ass cheeks against my crotch suggestively.
Why is it that I think you will find your natural groove as my stripper dance queen? In lingerie, swiveling your hips, feeling my hands as they explore your body (as a customer, I get special privileges, of course). I will take my time exploring the feel of the sweet, sexy lingerie on your masculine body, enjoying how the panties rest over your hips, sliding my thumbs down the back g-string, pulling it taut up your ass cheeks.
And your nipples. I’ll delicately tease and torment them through the white lace of the bra, making sure you continue to dance, writhe and move your body the whole time. I bet if I close my eyes and just focus on your hard nipples, inhaling the sweet scent of the perfume, it will be as if you are really a stripper…
That is until I move my hands down your belly and to the front of the barely-there panties. A thick, dripping bulge will greet me, and I’ll take special amusement in stroking, massaging, using my nails on the length of the shaft bulging out of the lingerie until your body is twitching and you are losing your cool under pressure.
I may give you a quick break to pull yourself together, but it will only be to allow you to see the riding crop I have revealed. Soon after I will be tickling the shaft of your cock with the tip, using my feathery fingers to massage your balls.
I won't whip your balls until you start cumming. So how well do you think you could "hold up"?
