Dominatrix Dreaming

When I grow up I want to be a dominatrix. I've always thought of sex as my superpower. Wouldn't it be fun to tie men up and whip them for a living? The BBC's Sherlock Holmes series is one of my favorite stories and has an inspiring dominatrix character. Sherlock doesn't have lust, love or relationships with woman. But one very intelligent woman catches his eye. She likes mind puzzles like him and solving mysteries. They have debates and he is impressed by her intellect. She could probably do anything but she chooses the art of seduction of powerful men. She figures out their deepest desire, gives it to them and then teases them with it.

Domination is something I learned about through my sexcapades. I'm a financially independent, highly educated, intellectual woman. At first, men like to dominate me in bed or the idea of me anyways. Race is also usually a factor with most of the men being black and me being white. The majority of people I have slept with wanted to strangle me during sex at some point. The intensity is like I have released a primordial instinct within them. I was initially confused wondering why all these men wanted to strangle me during sex, but I eventually understood that it was about domination. None of them would ever hurt me or intend to. I'm always present in the moment, my intensity and thoughts entirely focused on him.  I'm ready to make his every wish a reality. I let him dominate me and fulfill his desires, but then when he least expects it, I dominate him and he loves it. Even the most masculine, dominant man wants to be dominated in the right moment. As time slows down living in the moment, I wait for the opportunity to present itself.

He's an athlete with a perfect bronze body. He likes the booty so he wants it from behind. He grabs my long hair and then my shoulders and neck to get the leverage he wants to push it in as deep as possible. "Damn, that ass...take that big black dick," he cries. Eventually, I swing around to jump on top of him. He grabs my breasts as I ride him. He puts his hands around my neck pulling me down on him. I control the speed, depth and rhythm. I slowly grind looking him in the eye pulling him in as deep as possible. The tip rubs against my g-spot. I use my hips to twirl the head around my g-spot and smile. I'm his goddess in the moment. He submits, holding his breath, whispering "damn, you are so sexy." I get what I want and twerk on top of him and he has an intense orgasm groaning and shaking all over. I lay on top of him hugging and kissing him like we are soulmates. He tries to reconnect and dreams of the dominatrix but she has already moved on to her next curiosity.

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