Stories & Poems

Madam Raison D'etre in Rome - Part 3

Within half an hour they are in Rome City centre, parking up for Madam Raison D'être's luxury shopping trip, to head to a famous Italian lingerie boutique in the capital, that Francesco has made arrangements with so that Madam may shop privately, exclusively, whose owner is a submissive all too willing to serve a beautiful English dominatrix needs...

The car pulls up and parks, and Francesco waits for Madam's command.

"My submissive slut, my bitch, my dog..." Madam elegantly slides off one glove, revealing crimson long sharp nails. "My little submissive boy I'm going to have so much fun with you...remember when we spoke about my long nails digging into your thigh." As she talk's her nails begin to caress Francesco's thigh, lightly, his manhood swells in an instant. "You're in heaven at my touch aren't you little doggy."

"Yes Madam." Francesco replies.

"Bark my little doggy"

"Woof woof, woof woof."

"Good doggy."

All the while Madam's hand is held on his thigh, her nails slowly digging in, his manhood hardening, his desire to play with himself unbearable as Madam slides nearer to his swelling digging her crimson nails in...

Losing himself and completely forgetting he's at the mercy of a dominant beautiful woman rather than the prostitutes he likes to abuse, he lets out his yearning desire. "Oh Yes..."

Mistress immediately slaps his face hard.

"You pathetic doggy, do you think Madam has any interest in your pathetic cock. “?

"No Madam."

 "You're a pathetic submissive doggy who deserves no pleasure."

"Yes Madam."

Madam puts her glove back on, with a mischievous smile on her face, the results she expected, the psychological game playing she enjoys immensely, that keeps her submissive coming back for more and more...