Findom's Ruthless Control, Slave's Ecstasy

The findomme's voice is a whip, cracking with authority, as she commands her sub to worship her feet, her body, her very existence. He's her plaything, her toy, and she uses him mercilessly, guiding his hands to her throbbing clit, his tongue to her aching nipples. She rides his face, her juices dripping onto his eager tongue, as he groans in ecstasy, drowning in her power. She demands his orgasm, and he erupts, painting the floor with his release, her name on his lips, her dominance etched into his soul.

• findom

• femdom