Vivian’s heels clicked authoritatively against the shiny floor of Kinks & Tease as she surveyed her domain, the daytime Mommy Domme of the upscale fetish boutique. At 5’9″ in her stilettos, her curvaceous figure and raven hair commanded attention. But it was her presence that was truly dominant.
She smiled to herself, feeling powerful in her tight red dress and garters. It hugged her every curve. This was her happy place, lording over all the kinksters, switches, subs and doms that frequented Kinks & Tease to indulge their deepest desires. And she reigned supreme.
The boutique sold all manner of sexual paraphernalia – dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, whips, floggers, handcuffs, gags, hoods, the works. Vivian knew every item intimately. She could strap you down and tease you to the brink of ecstasy with the deftness of a surgeon.
Just then, one of her favourite clients, Marcus, walked in, his eyes roaming her body appreciatively. She returned his stare, arching an eyebrow. “Mmm, back for more, are we?” she purred. “I think you’re becoming rather dependent on me to satisfy your…needs.”
Marcus swallowed and nodded, already hard beneath his leather pants at the sight of his gorgeous, Mommy Domme shopkeeper. He’d never submitted to anyone the way he submitted to Vivian. She could reduce him to a whimpering mess with a mere look.
“Well, let’s see what we have in the punishment room today, shall we?” Vivian took his hand and led him towards the back of the shop, hips swaying hypnotically. “I think a nice sound thrashing is in order. Teach you to be such a needy slut.”
She locked the door behind them. In the center of the room was a large St. Andrew’s cross, various implements of sensation and suffering hanging from the walls – canes, crops, paddles, vibrating and non-vibrating dildos of all sizes, cuffs, clamps, and more.
Vivian slipped off her dress to reveal the lace of her red bra and garter belt, sheer stockings, and stilettos. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, unfastening Marcus’ pants. “Let’s see that erection.” She tugged his pants down and ran a scarlet nail over his throbbing cock.
Marcus gasped at her touch, so soft and teasing. His happy place. Vivian had a way of pushing him to the point of no return, then backing off to leave him aching and desperate. She took a step back and crooked a finger.
“Present yourself, sub,” she commanded. “I want to see you naked and collared.”
Marcus quickly complied, sliding his pants off fully and donning one of the many leather collars hanging nearby. He got on his knees, head bowed in supplication, hands clasped behind his back. His submissive position.
Vivian circled him slowly, drinking in the sight of his muscled body, his straining erection. She palmed it and he jolted, letting out a little moan. “Hush now,” she admonished. “No making noise. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”
She selected a particularly vicious looking paddle off the wall. “I think 30 should do it. Would you like that, sub? Thirty hard swats on that beautiful ass of yours until it’s red and sore and you’re dripping?”
Marcus nodded vigorously, opening his mouth in supplication. Vivian ran a finger along his lips as she passed, then brought the paddle down on his ass with a resounding crack, the impact making his cock jump.
“Yes, Mistress,” he managed to gasp out, “I’d like that very much.”
And so it went, Vivian doling out expert spanks and teasing his cock and balls in between. By the time she was done, Marcus was a whimpering mess, hovering on the knife edge of orgasm. His ass was cherry red, dripping with arousal.
“Such a good boy,” Vivian praised, setting the paddle aside. She knelt behind him and took his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. “You may come for me now. Paint my tits with your essence like a good little sub.”
With a cry of pure ecstasy, Marcus let go, his cock spurting copious strings of semen all over Vivian’s heaving breasts. She milked every last drop from him before releasing him.
“Clean me,” she ordered, sitting back on her heels. Obediently, Marcus bent forward and began to lap her breasts clean.
“Mmm, such an obedient little slut,” Vivian purred, running her fingers through his hair. “You can come back and see me anytime. For a price.”
A blissed-out Marcus nodded, crawling back into his clothes. He paid for his session and promised to return soon. He always did after a good dose of Vivian’s special brand of dominance.
Vivian just smiled to herself and finished tidying up. All in a day’s work for the most dominant shopkeeper in all of Kinks & Tease. She couldn’t wait to see what new toys she’d get to play with next.
xoxo your Mommy Domme, Vivian
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