Arab Femdom So High Above Me
I had never experienced anything like the feeling before, my heart thrumming with a combination of fear, excitement, and desire. The woman before me was intimidating, her presence alone filling the room with a powerful energy that seemed to slide beneath my skin and ignite a fire that burned deep in my belly. She was beautiful, a vision of dark and alluring perfection. Her beautiful, almond shaped eyes dominating her face and her full, pouty lips, outlined in a deep, sensual crimson.
I could feel my breath quicken as I looked her up and down, taking in every inch of her. She was dressed in a silky, black abaya which accentuated her curves and showed off her shapely figure. Her long, dark hair hung in waves to her waist and her manicured nails flashed in the light. The air around us seemed to crackle with electricity as she walked over to me and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.
“So, you are the one who wishes to experience the pleasures of an Arab femdom?” she asked, her voice deep and velvety. I could only nod, as my throat was suddenly constricted. She smiled slightly and motioned for me to kneel before her.
I complied, my heartbeat pounding rapidly in my chest as I knelt at her feet and allowed my gaze to travel slowly up her body. She reached out and trailed her fingers lightly along my jawline, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.
“Good,” she murmured approvingly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now, let us begin.”
With that, she took my hands in hers and pulled me to my feet. She then led me to a nearby couch and instructed me to sit. She looked into my eyes intently as she began to speak.
“As your femdom, I expect you to always obey and comply with my commands. I will be both your teacher and your master, showing you the pleasure that submission can bring. Are you willing to accept this arrangement?”
I could only nod, my throat still tight with anticipation and excitement. She smiled and nodded in approval before continuing.
“Very well. We will start with a simple lesson in submission. Undress and kneel in front of me.”
I complied, my hands shaking as I removed my clothing. I knelt before her, my gaze fixed on the floor, as she ran her fingers lightly over my body. I shuddered with pleasure as she touched me, her fingers exploring every inch of me. She murmured words of praise and approval as she trailed her fingers across my skin, the touch of her knowledgeable hand sending waves of pleasure through my body.
After several minutes, she stood and stepped away from me. I looked up at her in confusion, but she simply motioned for me to remain in my position. She then moved away and I heard the sound of fabric rustling. To my surprise, she had donned some kind of garment, a red, sheer fabric that hung just past her knees.
“This,” she said, gesturing to the fabric, “is my favorite type of clothing for my slaves. When I wear it, I am in full control. Do you understand?”
I nodded, my eyes wide as I took in the sight of her. She had transformed from the powerful, domineering presence I had first encountered, to a beguiling woman of mystery. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my palms sweating with anticipation.
She stepped closer to me and reached out, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin as she spoke.
“You will do exactly as I say,” she began, her voice soft and sensual. “You will kiss my feet, suck my nipples, and when I tell you to, you will enter me with your hard dick. You will obey my every command, or suffer the consequences.”
I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as she spoke, my body trembling with desire. I wanted nothing more than to obey her and to serve her in any way she asked.
She stepped back from me, her eyes dark and intense. She had a knowing look on her face, one that told me she knew exactly what I was feeling and that she was enjoying watching me succumb to her power.
“Now,” she said, her voice a soft purr, “go and fetch me a glass of wine, then come back here and kneel before me again.”
I complied, hurrying off to do her bidding. When I returned, I dropped to my knees before her and waited. She reached out and grabbed my chin, raising my head so she could look into my eyes.
“Good,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding. She then proceeded to give me instructions on how to please her. She instructed me on how to kiss her feet correctly and also how to stimulate her nipples with my tongue. When she finally allowed me to enter her, I was overwhelmed with pleasure, my body shuddering as she rode me with wild abandon.
We continued for what felt like hours, her controlling presence taking me to heights of pleasure I had never before experienced. After several orgasms, she finally allowed me to collapse into her arms. As I lay there, spent and exhausted, she stroked my hair and spoke softly in my ear.
“You have done very well,” she said, her voice full of approval. “You have shown me your devotion and your willingness to obey me. You have proven yourself worthy of the title of my slave.”
I smiled, my heart still pounding with a mixture of fear and pleasure. I had been completely under her spell, and I had no intention of ever breaking free.
