It's Time

06/12/12


      It's time.

      It won't be easy. I know that. But it's going to stop. And it will stop. It stops now.

      Sure, it'll be hard, but I'm a domme, a bitch-on-wheels domme, and I'm not letting this continue. I do the using. I don't care who they are. Cuff 'em up, paddle their asses red and send them home squealing. Whatever. Nobody tells me what to do. Nobody.

      Looking between my barely-covered boobs, I can see my long, fake hot-pink fingernails sliding over my bare belly. Damn, I wish I could slip them under my mini-skirt without her noticing.

      I hand out the orders. Nobody tells me what to do. Someone's in for a big surprise, and it's time.

      Yeah, I don't care how good she smells, how strong her eyes are, how powerful her mind is. I call the shots. Me. I don't care how good her fingers feel stroking through the tight curls of my newly-permed hair. I don't care how erotic my thumb tastes planted between my slut red lips. A place-holder, she calls it. I don't think so.

      In fact, I know so, because it ends right now. Just because I'm stretched across a couch in her club, my head on her lap, doesn't mean I'm putting up with this anymore.

      I'm a fucking domme and this ends now.

      I shift slightly, pressing my thighs tightly together because I'm so fucking wet. I take a deep breath. It's time.

      Strong fingers grip my hair, turning my head so that I'm looking up. Powerful eyes lock onto mine.

      "Everything okay, cutie?" she says.

      I take another deep breath. Her voice heats my belly and her smell is driving me wild. I'm putting this bitch on her knees. I'm going to own her.

      "Yes?" she says.

      I giggle and snuggle closer. "Everything's gweat, Mistwess!" I say, my mouth still full of my thumb. I can tell by the look in her eyes that I'm going to have to lick her all night again after she gets done cuffing me and paddling my ass red.

      "Hey," says a passerby, speaking to her, but looking at me. "I've seen her here before. I thought she was a domme."

      My owner nods. "She thought so, too."

      Grrrrrrr. I feel my body blushing. This is stopping tomorrow, dammit. I'm a bitch-on-wheels. Nobody tells me what to do.


CW