My warning shot either wets your panties or makes you run for cover. Probably wrong that I find both sexy in their own right.
But we all have limits. We all have to respect each other’s limits.
Plenty of the ladies reading this have ‘getting slapped’ as a hard limit. Fair enough. I have my limits too. Just ask my virgin butt.
In fact, slapping itself was once a hard limit. I would never do it and she sure as fuck wouldn’t let me. Now however it is commonplace, entering into my bedroom more times than not. Spitting in your mouth is another old limit. I wonder, what that next “old limit” will be? (Hear that? That is the sound of Fem Dommes giggling and twiddling their fingertips like Mr Burns, hashing out a plan to take a run at ole’ TRD’s tight little anus. Keep wishing, Cruela De Vil, cause it ain’t happening).
Back on point.
I cannot help it to see the raw sexiness now in a girl enjoying a slap. On her ass, that’s pretty standard. Across her tits, it’s pretty easy to ignore it when I’m piston-drilling your O spot and you really are not in the mood for a conversation. “I’ll ignore that”, you incoherently think. “I’ll bring it up laaaatteer…oh fuck”. You never will. It just left your memory bank when I made you cum.
But that one slap. That slap right across your pretty little face – there is no mistaking that. The beauty is in the mindfuck that is happening as I choke you, slap you, and fuck you into a total mess.
You may not like it, yet.
I’ve seen this play out and I know all the angles. I’ve seen the evolution of this conversion of your psyche, going from “did that happen” to “I cannot believe I liked it” to the inevitable vocalization of the words “harder. Slap me harder.”
Fortunately for you I know you mean a little harder. Not full throttle.
So I slap you, a little harder. Just a tad. I see your face light up like I bought you flowers. I see you like it. You practically want to thank me for it at some point.
No “thank you” is necessary, Kitten.
I know you.
And you are welcome.