Huntress and Prey (MF, BDSM)

It’s been a long night and this event is starting to annoy me. Most here are friendly enough but not my usual interest. I make my way towards the door when my eye connects with a gentleman dressed in a nice suit. Holding eye contact only for just a few seconds, his posture instantly tells me he is prey. And just like that this event has become something of interest.

I walk around the room making casual chat with people I know. For now things are kept to the weather so to keep polite but interesting. I stalk my prey with my eyes as conversations with some people are becoming boring. He’s still watching me here and there with glances as if he wants to run but curiosity has gotten the better of him.

I shake the hand of someone new and pay attention to his investment information. He’ll be interesting in projects to come but I don’t find his bold boastfulness interesting. I make sure to introduce this person to the right people in my business and move on. I can’t be impolite while I stalk my prey now can I.

Yearning for a slutty woman to fuck hard… FF fantasy

*I have been searching online for years. I am picky. She must be busty and well taken care of. Her pussy must also be shaved and she must be submissive or a slave. * These thoughts run through my head as I make the final preparations to meet with yet another potential female slave. She should be arriving soon.

I check the last of my WhatsApp messages to confirm that she has not canceled. When I look up I notice a very well dress busty woman sitting on a park bench across the empty park from me. She is wearing the short pleated skirt I have requested. I make sure she knows I am watching by catching her gaze but I make no attempt to approach her.

I wait on purpose. I want to see her squirm not knowing what I will do. I have a clear view up her skirt as she moves to cross her legs again.
[I] mmm crotchless stockings and no underwear. [/I] I wait a few minutes longer before I get up and walk past her into a local wooded park. She follows without being told.

Bdsm (female slave) fantasy FFM

Queeny answers the door in black heels and her red dress. The excitement is already building after contact was made via email with a potential slave 6 months ago. Today is the day of a first meet and this little slave has been tainting my husband and I for days. Standing in just outside the door is a beautiful young woman. Curvy, shy, submissive and a little timid. I can tell as she stands silent and staring at my chin.

I let my body speak for itself and move just enough to let her walk through the door. She doesn’t need to know just yet that I am eager for this meeting. I remove her coat to get a better look at the body of hers. She has listened to my request of a nice mid-thigh skirt, heels and a v-neck shirt. It is also nice that I am taller than her.

She still has said nothing but when I lean closer to her ear to tell her I am pleased with her shirt, her breath catches. I smile and send her into the living room.