Domineering Women
Madam Raison D'être in Rome - Part
1
At Fiumicino airport Francesco is very nervous, he is waiting for his muse,
his femme fatale, to walk through the airport having just arrived from her rural
Cheshire manor house, that is quite near Manchester. Francesco is waiting as he has been instructed via
email, submissively anticipating his goddess, drawing odd looks from passers-by
as he is dressed in a fitted black suit with white shirt and black tie, kneeling
down, hands placed behind his back, face down, with a cardboard sign in his
mouth with the handwritten name of his reason to be, Madam Raison D'être.
Madam Raison D'être is just leaving the plane, having retouched her red
glossy lips in her makeup mirror, dressed in a tightly fitted high-waist
pencil skirt in sensual black satin that rests just above her knee, outlining
her beautiful hourglass figure, a black chiffon capped sleeved blouse, which
reveals a shimmer of black satin corset underneath that gives madam a voluptuous
cleavage, her shapely legs clad in the finest, nearly black fully-fashioned silk
stockings, her feet dipped into black patent Dolce & Gabbana five inch stiletto
heels. Madam's elegant slender arms are gloved in leather opera length gloves,
gently falling from her ears are fine platinum chandelier earrings, and her makeup is striking and defined...
Francesco can hear something, getting louder, he can't look up to see,
following the wishes of his goddess, and the sound is getting louder, the
elegant step of stiletto heels on the tiled airport floor, two shoes come into
view and Francesco’s heart beats fast as the heel's stop dead and turn towards
him, he admires two beautiful slender ankles and a pair of black patent leather
shoes that every fetishist would adore to worship. His arousal is becoming
obvious, domineering women are such a massive turn on for Francesco.
Domineering Woman
"Hello my little bitch." Says the domineering and utterly feminine voice of
Madam Raison D'être.
The tip of a riding crop comes to rest on Francesco's inner thigh, gliding up
and stopping just before his now completely swollen manhood, he is feeling the
humiliation of having this happen in public, in his home town, for all to see,
but he can't stop his intense arousal, and doesn't dare disobey his mistress's
wishes. His sign remains in his mouth, still on his knees, no talking until
Madam says so.
"I can see you're already stood to attention, now I want you on your feet.
Stand up bitch."
Obediently Francesco follows Madam's domineering words. "Now take hold of my
luggage and lead us to your car."
On to Part 2
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