story of my pussy worship
As a young and confident dominatrix, I had always been intrigued by the idea of exploring new realms of sensuality. Little did I know that my first pussy worship session with my devoted slave, Virat, would be an unforgettable experience that would push the boundaries of pleasure and submission.
Being Mistress Anu, a 24-year-old woman from Mumbai, I take great pride in my long, perfectly manicured nails. They not only symbolize my power and dominance, but they also add an extra element of sensuality to my sessions. With this in mind, I decided to incorporate my nails into the pussy worship session.
Before the session, I made sure to create a safe and comfortable environment for both myself and Virat. Communication and consent are vital in any BDSM encounter, and I wanted to ensure that Virat felt safe and secure in his submission to me.
Once we were both ready, I instructed Virat to undress and kneel before me. His eyes filled with anticipation and excitement as he gazed upon my naked body, adorned in sexy leather attire. I could sense his eagerness to please me, which only fueled my desire to take control.
I slowly approached Virat, allowing him to take in my dominant presence. I could see his gaze fixated on my long nails, his desire to feel their touch evident in his eyes. With a slight smirk, I instructed him to lie down on the soft, velvet-covered bed.
As I positioned myself above him, my pussy just inches away from his face, I could feel the power surge through my veins. I could sense Virat’s anticipation growing as I lowered myself onto his waiting mouth. The combination of his warm breath and my wetness created an intoxicating sensation.
With each stroke of my long nails against his skin, I could feel his body tremble with pleasure. The delicate touch of my nails on his thighs, his chest, and his back heightened the intensity of the experience. Virat’s moans of pleasure filled the room, and I reveled in the knowledge that I was in complete control of his pleasure.
I guided Virat’s tongue with my hand, allowing him to worship my pussy with utmost devotion. His eagerness to please me was palpable, and I could feel myself reaching the peak of pleasure. With each flick of his tongue, I could feel the waves of ecstasy wash over me, taking me to new heights of pleasure.
As the session came to an end, I could see the satisfaction in Virat’s eyes. He had truly embraced his submissive role and had fulfilled his duty as my devoted slave. We both reveled in the intense connection and pleasure that we had experienced together.