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"your room is the door at the end of the corridor sir." the scantily clad receptionist chirped sweetly, her amber eyes drifting down over the slender male with her teeth tugging on her full, glossy bottom lip as she brazenly ogled the customer, sliding the keys to his room across the desk. aizawa shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, his fingers picking up the keys with a slight tremble from sheer anticipation before he cleared his throat, making her tilt her head in curiosity.
"i-is she waiting in there for me?" aizawa managed to murmur out, glancing up at the woman who giggled at the innocence of his question. she grinned slyly, resting her elbows and leaning against the desk with her breasts seductively squish against each other which made aizawa gulp softly, shyly averting his gaze back to her face.
"oh, yes, she's been awaiting your arrival." the receptionist mused in a melodic, amused tone before her eyes narrowed slightly and her grin turned malicious. "i'd run along if i were you, because mistress hates little boys who are late."
aizawa's loins stirred at the mention of his mistress, curtly nodding before he took the key and pushed past the red velvet curtains that obscured the hallway where his mistress awaited him. as he passed every room on the way to his, his cheeks still flushed red at the sounds of lewd male moaning and cries of euphoria, accompanied with cruel female laughter and the occasional sounds of whips cracking or slaps.
aizawa had no idea how he ended up in the business of hiring women for sex, let alone dominatrixes, because it began so long ago. the idea of being dominated by a goddess of a woman always sent his head spilling and his underwear wet with precum. he vaguely remembers his sexual awakening came to the surface at the age of 24, at a bachelor's party where the groom hired a dominatrix stripper, simply as a gag performance and not for any ulterior motive. after receiving treatment from said dominatrix, aizawa didn't leave the bathroom until every other man had fallen asleep drunk or left. his taste for the effeminate dominant type eventually led him to an escort service in the red light district of tokyo, at this very facility.
and eventually, led him to you.
now at the age of 30, he still attended and bought your services every fortnight. he stared at the door in front of him, the red flashing lights around the door frame reflecting onto his pale skin as he nibbled on his bottom lip, his blood bubbling with excitement. as per his instructions given to him by his mistress, instead of using his keys to enter the room, aizawa lifted his hand and rapped on the door with his knuckle before waiting patiently with his hands behind his back.
"shouta~!" your muffled voice chirped through the door, making a quiet chuckle fall from his lips before the sound of the door opening made his heart rate quicken and his expression fall upon the sight of you. slighter shorter than him, the dark vixenish leather bra binding your voluptuous breasts deliciously stood out against your skin with the necklace with a shibari totem charm rested between your breasts. the tight leather panties restricting your skin created the most gorgeous bubbles of flesh and skin, defining your hip dips and the curve of your stomach. the black stripper boots clutching your feet and the leather gloves which cloaked everything but your delicate fingertips brought the entire outfit together. the accompaniment of your deceptively sweet and excited expression, which he knew to be a facade, and your tight wound bun with a few stray hairs falling in front of your eyes just made his body flush with an unimaginable heat.
aizawa was already salivating, his cherry red cheeks hidden by his messy black hair with his eyes widening.
"m-mistress, you look-" aizawa began to mumble in awe, his mouth clamping shut when you grabbed his jaw and dragged him down with a cold narrowed gaze, your smile quickly turning upside down. the feeling of your nails digging into his rough stubble would've been enough to make a pathetic moan to fall from his lips as the cold glare in your eye sent blood rushing straight down to his crotch.
"did i ask you to speak?" you hissed maliciously, your harsh tone making a mouse-like whimper to fall from his lips before aizawa swiftly shook his head wordlessly, causing a satisfied grin to spread on your lips. "go sit down, loser."
much to your surprise, aizawa rushed past you and quite politely sat down on the edge of the lavish bed in the centre of the room as he looked up at you expectantly. the mischievous giggle that fell from your lips sent a shudder down his spine, his adam's apple bobbing up and down when he gulped nervously at the sight of you shutting the door and sauntering towards him. aizawa's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing when you unclasped a dog collar off the shelf and faced him before waltzing over much to his anticipation. the moment he was in reach, your hand shot up and roughly grabbed his messy, black hair to yank it back and force a sharp gasp from his lips. aizawa's lips parted in surprise, a whimper rumbling in his chest and his cheeks a dark mahogany red with his eyes glazed over as he submitted, arching his neck for you to put the collar on.
"good boy~."
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"fucking look at you. pathetic." you mused sadistically, glaring down cruelly at the man who was worshipping you like his goddess as you straddled his face, your strong thighs squeezing his head like a vice. aizawa whimpered at her words, the bindings on his wrists firmly keeping his wrists in place as his tongue lapped and licked away at your pussy with his cock visibly throbbing, wet with precum. your hand was gripping the dog collar tightly, keeping him in place as you ground your hips against his face, the squelching of his tongue tending to your pulsating heat causing him to shudder.
"you don't even deserve to touch me, you should be thanking me." you spat, grimacing down at the man whose eyes rolled back into his head when you pushed down onto his face, stopping all oxygen from reaching his brain. you narrowed your gaze at his love drunk moans and whimpers vibrating against your supple flesh, lifting your hips briefly and causing him to take a deep inhale of breath. "thank me."
"t-thank you, mistress...!" aizawa whimpered, panting heavily with his face flushed red and his lips and chin shining with your essence as the sight before you turned your stern frown into a playful grin. a pleasantly surprised whimper from aizawa's lips was muffled by your pussy once again, your hand tugging on his collar as you arched your back lightly, biting your lip to contain your moans. you glanced over your shoulder at the throbbing, purple-headed cock behind you before you smirked devilishly.
"i don't even want to touch your dirty, stinking cock." you grunted disapprovingly, your words making aizawa's thighs squeeze together as they sent waves of heat to his core, the anticipation of your next words making his cock bounce slightly. a soft sigh fell from your lips, the grip on his collar softening slightly as you knew the words you were speaking were nothing but lies; you absolutely wanted to touch it. "but i suppose you've been a good boy."
"m-mistress!" aizawa's muffled voice cried out when your hand reached back and wrapped around his cock, his hips arching up into your touch to feel more of your silky soft fingertips. his array of whimpers and soft cries against your pussy made your resolve falter slightly, your cheeks flushing softly at the adorable sounds that he couldn't help but let out. pushing down harder on his face, you let a whimper fizzle out in the back of your throat with your hips slowly rutting against his mouth with your hand tauntingly squeezing his cock as it traversed the wet surface of his cock. you frowned softly to yourself when you felt the pleasure begin to burn out into a simple tingling feeling as the constant stimulation of your pussy became inadequate; you need to be touched.
"s-shit, get up." you growled, moving off the man's face and yanking him up into a sitting position by his hair as aizawa whimpered, looking at you like a dog admiring its owner. aizawa let out a soft sound of confusion when he felt the bindings on his wrists fall away, looking up at you before yelping when he was forced back down onto his back. he unintentionally beamed at the sight of your glistening pussy hovering over his lips again before he glanced down to see your lips threatening to tease his cock, his face darkening and his desire hitting an all time high. "you can touch me this once. but you better make me cum hard."
"y-yes, mistress..." aizawa gasped weakly, his eyes timid and enthralled with your appearance before a surprised cry accidentally flew from your lips when his hands latched onto your ass cheeks, the nails digging into the skin. your eyes couldn't help but to roll back slightly when his tongue dug its way inside you more feverously, the hands sensually squeezing your ass pulling you down onto his lips. aizawa's eyes could've popped out of his head when he felt your small hand wrap around his cock once again, the leather glove you were wearing now cast off to the side and the warm, moist feeling of your skin sent bolts of lightning up his spine. almost immediately, your hand began to aggressively move along his cock and jerk him off which caused a high-pitched moan to vibrate up into you, making your shudder as aizawa's back arched almost uncomfortably.
"g-good boy-" you managed to croak out, gritting your teeth and whimpering softly when you felt your clit start to ache and your stomach begin to tighten, the all too familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching upon the horizon. you tried to mask your moans, covering your mouth but your orgasm came down on you too harshly from every sensation going on at once. your lips parted widely and a hoarse, high-pitched cry slipped through your fingers with your thighs quivering around aizawa's head, alerting him to your climax. a sudden gush of your warm, slippery fluids coated his lips and chin as an astonished, incredulous whimper fell from his lips.
"o-oh my god, mistress is cumming, mistress is cumming, mistress is-" aizawa whimpered pitifully, his euphoria spurred on so much by making his dearest mistress cum with his tongue erratically and lapping up any juices which dared to spill. your shocked, disbelieved moans shifted something that had been sitting in the pit of aizawa's stomach for a while, a gate somewhere in his body being suddenly opened and causing a rush of lightheadedness and heat to his head. the man underneath you threw his head back and let out a loud, alarming groan that caused your eyes to widen before warm ropes of white hot pleasure shot from his cock. you barely had time to close your eyes and mouth when his seed splattered over your face, coating your lips, cheek and even part of your eyelid with his cum.
the room fell silent, except for aizawa's feral, hoarse panting and heaving for air, as your eyes became cloaked with shadow, your anger bubbling to entirely new levels. when you had moved off of him and stood up to wipe yourself clean, aizawa sleepily glanced up at you before his eyes widened in shock, with equal dread and arousal as he watched you walk away from the bed. the man then began to stumble upon his words, wiping his lips clean of your essence vigorously, kneeling on the bed and reaching out to you as you picked something out of the drawer next to the bed.
"m-mistress, i-i'm so sorry-" aizawa apologised clumsily before yelping when the cracker of a whip seared painfully against his hand, retracting his hand and holding it to his chest as he looked over the now bright red appendage. furtherly, he let out a surprised yelp when a heel roughly pushed him back down onto the bed, winding him and making him gasp for air.
"you came without permission." your frighteningly calm voice murmured from above him, like a message from the gods, as you stood over him with your heels causing the bed to sink on either side of his hips. cautiously opening his eyes, aizawa gazed up at you with an aroused fear in his eye before he whimpered excitedly at the sight of the long black whip being coiled around your hand slowly. you wore a cold, shark-like grin, somehow managing to look dark and seductive with cum splattered over your face as your eyes glared down at him with the sexual rage of a thousand man.
"now i'll show you what it really means to be dominated."