Strict And Stern, Firm And Fair #30-24

While everyone can imagine being pushed around by an Amazonian woman, strong and powerful, there's something special about a petite girl with a sweet smile just wrapping me around her finger.

Do you have anyone you play with that fits that description? That'll torment you until you're worried you might go mad, all the while that cute smile never leaves her face.

That's how I imagine you. 😍 I'm having a wonderful torture time leaking for you!!

I’m glad you see me that way because I certainly love to be a kind, sweet, and caring domme 😊

Umm I don’t think I have anyone like that for me though. J is the Amazonian woman you described, A is more similar to a strict domme and I guess B is the closest but she’s 90% submissive lol

The Jig Is Up!

I sneaked away from my accomplices who had been exposed as the mysterious gang of thieves that had been plaguing the airline by a couple of over enthusiastic and observant stewardesses. I figured if I hung out in the usually deserted rear crew section, I could probably wander off scot-free in the hubbub of disembarkation after we landed.

Unfortunately one of the too-clever-by-half witches was lying in wait for me. Lounging insouciantly on a window seat, provocative black booted legs crossed in front of her, the blonde haired vixen gave me a knowing and superior smile. “We thought one of you would try to hide out here,” she told me smugly. I stared at her resentfully but internally I felt a wave of despair fill me. So when the supercilious stewardess followed that up with the impeccable female logic of: “It’s all over, sir. If I were you, I would just surrender.”, I did.

And so it was I was marched back into the passenger section of Economy by the woman who had captured me, my hands securely tied behind my back with a female uniform airline scarf in order to face the female music. My buddies were all still there, standing in the aisle, remonstrating bitterly with the stewardesses but, significantly, they all seemed to now have their hands bound behind them too. It was clear we could loudly proclaim our innocence all we liked, but these women were implacable: the jig was definitely up!