I am a Mistress. A prostitute, you say? Not really. π
I don't undress, I don't allow myself to be touched, I don't even show my breasts, at most I show my feet in my shoes.
Naturally, no sex, no cunny, never.
For a good reward I flog men (and sometimes women) with a whip, fuck with a strap-on, tΠΎrture, act out different scenes, punish and do a thousand other interesting things ππ.
In the social network I received an offer for very good money to provide the services of a Mistress... π
I was a risky girl and I agreed. Before the actual action I read a lot of information on the Internet - how to do it and what to do. I took a creative approach to the case: I wore a corset, stockings, high heels, my nephew's New Year costume mask on my face, and a peignoir for a hairdresser's instead of a cape. All this in black. I bought a big rose with thorns instead of a punish, and a customer provided the strap-on. It's a mining town, by the way.
I was in the entryway of the train station, second floor, 4 o'clock in the morning. The small, round, middle-aged man is standing bare-assed, leaning against the window sill, while behind him, with his dick strapped to his chest, Batman with a fifth size is punish a thorny rose on his thick thighs... π
At this time, some miner was coming down from the top floor for his shift, his gaze and his sharply grown huge eyes were unforgettable. He looked at us thoughtfully and silently walked out of the doorway very quickly. This sexual experience is still remembered and funny π€π€π€.
I like to look at couples in public places and imagine them having sex. In my mind, I dress up a couple under 50 in black latex and hand them whips. For the modest girls, I paint bright makeup. I disguise the flashily dressed girls as nuns and throw them into each other's arms. To the pouty jocks I press on the head - bow down to the Mistress and kiss her thighs π.
