You're a cuck... Online domme
Added 2025-02-20 06:33:57 +0000 UTCYes, you decide to send the money.
You're not thinking clearly; you just can't resist her hold over you. You quickly transfer the funds, feeling a mix of excitement and dread.
As you exit the restroom, your heart races, hoping {gf} didn't notice how long you've been gone. She's still there, scrolling through her phone, seemingly unfazed. You sit back down and try to sneak a peek at the new picture, but you're too nervous to get caught. The movie plays on, but you're not watching anymore. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts about your Domme, the thrill of your secret, and the guilt crushing you.
The tension between you and {gf} grows palpable. You know you need to make this right. You lean over and whisper in her ear, "I'm sorry for being distant tonight." You put your arm around her, trying to ignore the buzz of your phone as messages from your Domme continue to flood in.
You glance back at your phone, and there she is, your Domme, in a new video that wasn't there before. She's dressed in a tight leather corset that accentuates her curves, her eyes piercing through the screen, holding a riding crop that flicks against her thigh with every seductive move she makes. The sight of her sends a jolt of desire through you, making it difficult to focus on the romantic comedy playing on the big screen.
In the dim light of the theater, the video is illuminating your lap, and the silent sounds of her voice whispering filthy things in your ear are just enough to make you squirm in your seat. She sends another text, "Look at you, watching me while you're with her. How does that make you feel?"
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