I still laugh thinking about this night.
Brandon had been teasing me all week, playfully calling me “Mistress” every time I asked him to do something. Normally, I’d roll my eyes and giggle, but this time… something inside me clicked. I decided to run with it.
So, Friday night rolled around. I slipped into his favorite pair of my leather leggings, my tallest heels, and a top that said “Boss Babe” (corny, I know). I walked into the living room like I was on a mission and simply said, “Kneel.”
The look on Brandon’s face? Equal parts confused, amused, and VERY interested.
That night wasn’t about whips or chains or anything intense. It was about me feeling in control and him loving every second of it. I gave instructions, he followed. I teased, he begged. And for the first time, I really understood the appeal of leading, not just in bed—but emotionally, sexually, mentally.
I wore the pants. Literally and metaphorically.
And since that night? He’s been asking, “Mistress, what’s next?”
Stay tuned, darlings. This rabbit hole only goes deeper.
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💋
Chastity