I’m your fantasy,
and you are mine.
The only limits that exist in fantasy are your own and this is the place where you can push them safely, testing yourself to find the places in your mind you may not know exists. Deep in these recesses, you may find wants you never knew you had. Here, in this place, you have the freedom to luxuriate in unsatisfied hunger.
No woman has ever made you feel the way I did. You will cherish that unforgettable moment for the rest of your life. You always ache to taste me. I’m like ice cream without the calories or whiskey without the hangover.
I’m a drug. Your drug.
I am pure indulgence. Hot, liquid sin.
That last piece of delectable chocolate cake you knew you should walk away from, but if you didn’t have at least one more taste, life wouldn’t be worth living. I am more than just your dominant. I am your teacher, friend, and inevitably the Mistress of your heart, the Queen of your fantasies, the owner of your soul, the reason for your existence.
Now close your eyes.
I want to play.
I am the answer to your pain. You are my answer to the need for it. You have succumbed to the absolute power of the woman that pulls, culls, and calls your unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of your submission to draw you in further, to have you kneeling and worshiping what I have conquered. You have known surrender and strength with me. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.
Teacher – Student fantasy
So, if you have a teacher-student fantasy, you know I can be very mean to straighten bad boys. I have got a kinky mind to turn you over my knee and spank the spoiled hell out of you. Of course it would hurt, it’s a spanking. How else would it work? Just as a woman’s eyes are the mirrors of her soul, my sub’s shapely bottom is your seat of learning. Your urges are always at a peak, every time I whip you void. You whirl your servile body wanting for more! I own your fantasy and you own my loyalty. My constant whipping makes your flesh want more of me. Your moans, your screams, your scratches, drive me wild. The bruises and scratch wounds on your skin mark the cravings well-satisfied. I’m your fantasy and you’re mine and mine only.
How else would it work? Just as a woman’s eyes are the mirrors of her soul, my sub’s shapely bottom is your seat of learning. Your urges are always at a peak, every time I whip you void. You whirl your servile body wanting for more! I own your fantasy and you own my loyalty. My constant whipping makes your flesh want more of me. Your moans, your screams, your scratches, drive me wild. The bruises and scratch wounds on your skin mark the cravings well-satisfied. I’m your fantasy and you’re mine and mine only.
Men need discipline, men need training; and who could do it better than a badass female cop. So, if your fantasy is to relieve cop-prisoner scene I will break you, tame you and make you mine. When I say you’ll be paddled, ball busted, or treated in whatsoever I deem fit, you’ll be. End of the discussion. Back talk, complaints, or begging will only make it worse. A safeword? You mean you want to be the one who decides when its stops? Why should I let you do that?
And if your desire is to be my sissy slut, be very careful what you wish for. You just might get what you want. What’s wrong baby? You said you wanted to fuck. That gag will hold your mouth open. I don’t care if you cry. I prefer it when I’m ramming my cock down your servile throat. When I’m done with that I’ll begin working on your sexy ass.
Boss – secretary fantasy
And certainly, I believe some of you are already drooling to experience a dominant boss/secretary fantasy. Oh, for the record. I’m not going to hire you for your secretarial skills. You’re so cute! Cupcake! I hired you for those pouty lips of yours. I’ve found that young men with lips like yours can be trained to become good pussy eaters. I do live having my clit sucked on by a gentle boy with full lips. And Cream-puff, you’ll also learn to use your sweet tongue on my asshole. Have you ever tasted an asshole before? You’ll love it, trust me. And the very first thing that I would bring to your notice is the dress code. I’ll give you a choice. You can run around my office in your bare skin. Or I could issue you a chastity belt that would hide your precious little bits. If you chose the chastity belt, be aware that you won’t be wearing it at the office. You’ll keep it on until I say otherwise.
Mother – son fantasy
If your yearning is to experience a Mother-son fantasy, you couldn’t have wished better. You’ll worship your mommy’s feet with your servile tongue. You can’t play with your friends, watch TV or play video games until you’ve serviced your mommy. I’m a bad mommy when it comes to worry about my son’s attitude to chase girls and mistreating them now that you’re grown up. So I always know when, how and where to lay down the law. I’m in charge around the house and I always ensure that my son remembers it. I’ll make you to submit to me and assert who is the boss in the relationship. I know how to make my son, my bitch. And I also know once I do that, you won’t ever settle for being on top of a teenage hussy again. I know you won’t get hard without a MILF strap-on in your butts.
Daughter – daddy role
And if your fantasy is to experience a dominant daughter-daddy role, I just changed the rules of my games. That’s it daddy! I will let you to play with your little dick for me! I love making you jack off. You’re lucky I let you see my ass naked. I’ll never ever let you touch my body daddy! I let your friends see my tits, but I’ll never let you see my naked titties. I might even let your friends Worship my feet if they pay me. I’ll make you pay $200 a week and you’ll never be allowed to kiss my feet. If you’re half the man that you even proclaim to be, I probably would let you lick my boyfriend’s cum of my feet. But since you’re an overweight looser, all you get to do is look at my sweet ass. And that’s more than you deserve! I’ll make you cum on the floor and, lick it up for me and leave!
I’m not evil.
Maybe a little twisted.
A little deviant, but evil? NAH…I’m beautifully broken, perfectly imperfect and beautiful in all my flaws. Altogether, I’m a beautiful disaster! Though the Mistress is all about power, confidence, and control, I always give back to my clients who provide the very platform I stand on. I’m not self-made by any means.
With my submissive I create, I design, I imagine, I become. It’s a relationship; it’s an exchange. I don’t need chains, cuffs or ropes to bind my sub. When I dominate your mind, your heart, and your body, you’ll willingly bind your soul to mine. Try it and you’ll never be the same again…