Erotica Teaser: The D & D of Douglas
Originally titled The Decline + Domination of Douglas, this is another piece of older “Zoe Aspasia” erotica that people loved from 10+ years ago. About a married couple where the wife is a stunner and the guy doesn’t deserve Her.
C. 4500 wds
Themes : Foot Fetish * Stockings * Domestic * Humiliation *Mindfuck * Denial *Loser * FemDom * Forced Intox Fantasy
Excerpts;
What, do you think you have something there?” She laughed. She stared down at him, and he looked back and forth between the little bulge in his pants and up at her. She was still smirking.
“You don’t deserve to have at me. But if you can prove that you have something there maybe I’ll be kind enough to help you. Right now however, I’m stuck between pitying you and being enraged, both not-so-sexy, both because of you, so I’m not promising a damn thing.”
She sat on the bed, arms crossed. He started to stand up, but she pushed him down to the floor with the bottom of her shoe.
“Absolutely not. For a long time now I’ve been the only one finding my pleasure in this bed. You will have to earn it on the bed like a dog. He sank down on his knees and reached out for her thigh. She slapped his hand.
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“On your knees.” He knelt. “Give me your wrists” He did, and she tied them to the bed with a leg of her pantyhose. “Lean back.” She tied up his balls with the other nylon leg. He looked down, his cock seemed harder than he remembered in years. “There we go, that’s a start. Look at that little puppy cock getting excited, starting to wag for me… It needed a leash.” She stated, tugging on his balls. His chin now rested on the edge of the bed. She laid down on her stomach facing away from him and stuck her soles and toes in his face. He breathed in deep, marveling at the attention directed towards him, his treat, and her perfect pale smooth soles. He breathed in deeply, savouring the last bits of foot scent remaining on them.
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She slowly lifted her ass into the air and he could see a further hint of her curves, this time with more skin showing. When it had been on his face, he sadly was more concerned with breathing rather than ogling. She backed up on all fours, and sat down on her feet at the edge of the bed. He leaned backward so as to move out of her way. She turned her head to look down at him, and she noticed that his wrists were suspiciously close to his balls. She flipped around and laid on her side, with one arm propping her up. She ran her finger along his hair line, down his neck, shoulder and chest. Then she grazed along with her fingernail down to the pantyhose bondage, grabbed and tugged on it, hard.
