— The Smell of Perfume —An erotic tale of domination, by Mis..

— The Smell of Perfume —
An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline.

You step into my lair. The first thing that hits you is the sensuous aroma of my perfume. It’s a heady scent that makes you feel dizzy and lightheaded. It’s a scent that makes you want to do things. Bad things. Naughty things.

I’m standing in front of you, completely naked. I’m wearing nothing but a wicked smile. You know you’re unworthy of a woman like me, but you can’t help but crave me with every fiber of your being.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask, taunting you with my body. I know you do. I can see the way your eyes are devouring me. I can see the way your cock is getting hard in your pants.

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” I say, stepping closer to you. “Because you’re going to be worshipping my body for the next hour.”

I reach out and touch your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath my fingertips. I can feel your desire for me, and it makes me hard. I’m not wearing any panties, and my cock is completely exposed.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask, my voice dripping with desire.

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Beg me,” I command, my voice stern.

“Please, Mistress,” you say, dropping to your knees in front of me. “Please let me touch you.”

I smile and take a step back, allowing you to reach out and touch me. You run your hands over my body, feeling my soft skin, my firm breasts, my round ass. You worship my body like the goddess I am, and it makes me feel powerful.

“Enough,” I say, pulling away from you. “It’s time to tie you up.”

I lead you over to the bed and tie you up, binding your hands and feet to the bedposts. You’re completely at my mercy now, and you know it.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, my voice seductive.

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice strained.

I smile and pull away from you, leaving you tied up and wanting more. I stand in front of you, completely naked. I laugh at you because of how pathetic you are. You’re a slut. A bimbo. A cocksucker. Entirely unworthy of a woman like me.

I rub my cock and balls in your face, teasing you with what you can’t have.

Finally, I untie you, freeing you from your bonds. Then, I command you to leave.

“But Mistress,” you protest, your voice trembling.

“Leave,” I command, my voice stern.

You know better than to disobey me, so you get up and leave. I watch you go, feeling powerful and in control. I know you’ll be back, begging for more. And I’ll be ready for you.