You crave it, don’t you?

All of it.

I can tell; you’re hard.

Being bent over my stockinged lap, bottom exposed, excites you.

You relish my dominant demeanour. My chastising voice turns you on.

You shiver in anticipation as my hand caresses your naughty buttocks. Trapped between my thighs, your cock throbs ominously.

Last time you made a mess of my shoes, you got much more than you bargained for, didn’t you?

You don’t want to do that again.

Or do you?

Do you want more?

Perhaps, if I rub my silky thighs together like this…?

Ohh… You wicked man!