She tugged at the collar, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, she was the one who was supposed to be in control!
She’d been a dominatrix for years and yet this client had gotten under her skin, in her head and now she was dressed in a latex outfit with a collar around her neck, waiting for him to arrive.
Soon he’d unzip the suit and drive his cock deep in to her pussy. The though made her shutter as a wave of pleasure rippled through her body.
Her hand reached for her pussy but stopped just above it. Why couldn’t she masturbate! Why was she waiting for him! Why! Why! Why!
The door bell rang and it no longer mattered, he was here and she was his, that was all there was too it. She opened the door and dropped to her knees, ready to receive her owner any way he deemed to use her.
