Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Ummm

@love-missl

Don’t you wish it was you?

As he began to slowly regain consciousness nothing was making sense to him. His eyes still felt heavy, like it would take a Herculean effort to open them. So instead, his still disoriented mind did its best to try to piece together the puzzle of what had happened.

Think.... think.... think........

A party. That's right, a party. He'd been at a Halloween party. A risque Halloween party.....

So many provocatively dressed women. Seductive cat women. Naughty school girls. Wicked witches. And, a naughty nurse. A playfully flirty naughty nurse.

And what was that magic potion she had served him? The color was a deep, crimson red. Dark, mysterious swirls played through the concoction as a misty fog seemed to emanate from the glass. It was strong, it was delicious... but, what happened after that?

Slowly, his eyes began to open. His surroundings seemed unfamiliar, white, clinical. And as he started to raise up to gaze around the room he realized he was restrained securely to some sort of an examination table.

He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, heels clicking on a hard floor. Oh god, the playfully flirty naughty nurse. He tried to speak, but his efforts were futile, his mouth taped closed.

She smiled reassuringly as she leaned over him, her soft, buttons provocatively undone to display her soft, full breasts straining against a lacy red bra. Brushing her fingers softly through his hair, she murmured, "Relax sweetheart, everything's fine. I have no intention of hurting you in any way."

Then grinning wickedly, she leaned down further, touching her lips to his ear. In a sultry whisper she purred, "I have torments of a different sort in store for you this evening."

Standing back up, her gaze locked on to his, her fingers began to slowly undo the remaining buttons, provoking a muffled groan of arousal from her captive patient.

Chuckling wickedly as she began to nudge the uniform down off of her shoulder she teased, "Mmm, I think you're getting the idea now, hmm?"

All I can think about lately is taking care of a pretty boy. Being soo gentle and sweet with him. Spooning him while I stroke his pretty cock. Whispering praises in his ear. Giving him whatever he wants. How could I not when he sounds so cute when he begs? You want it faster? Of course, angel. I just want to make you feel so good.

Swiping my thumb over his tip, cooing over how messy and leaky he is for me. Wrapping my other arm around his waist to pull him back against me, as close as possible. But it's never close enough. Kissing and biting his neck while I whisper in his ear about how he drives me absolutely insane.

Calling him all sorts of cute pet names. Pretty boy, angel, sweet boy, sweetheart, baby boy...there's so many good options.

You're always such a good boy for me, baby...so fucking perfect. I could touch you like this all day long...

It’s about her lifestyle now, not your fantasy.