Date your Domme

Date your Domme

I have been dreaming about romance, but with a twist of cruel sensuality.

Perhaps we meet for champagne and an exquisite meal at my favourite restaurant in London, Bob Bob Ricard. We meet at our table and exchange gift bags as two lovers meeting for a special occasion. In mine, you will have discreetly placed the donation for my time and any particular treat you think will delight me perhaps a candle from Jo Malone, or a sweet treat from Hotel Chocolat… In your’s you will find a shining chastity cage and a set of my underwear. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and put both on immediately. We will discuss literature and politics and art whilst my foot and hand secretly rubs your cage beneath the table. I will tease and confuse and disarm you in our own private world without a single human passing having any clue of the shaking wreck you are becoming. We will order dessert to take away in boxes, and slip away into the night, and find ourselves in the intimate setting of my luxury soho flat or a room at my favourite hotel, The Connaught. Once inside you will remove your clothes and any attempt at the pretence of equality. Proving you are so fully mine that you beg me to take everything you have left and give yourself to the reality of my dominion.

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  1. That was such a turn on reading and imaging that, now my minds going wild with what happens next!

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