There are so many ways I like being in control, but physical control is what excites me most. I gaze directly into your eyes as I slowly close the distance between us, building that delicious tension. My lips approach yours, and just as you anticipate the kiss, I pull back, leaving you breathless and wanting. I let the moment stretch, watching your need build, and then—when you least expect it—I pull you in and kiss you deeply. It’s firm, possessive, and it quickly turns into a wild, passionate make-out session.

My hands start to explore your body—one resting gently on your face, tilting it upward, while the other pulls your waist closer, locking you against me. The intensity rises, and I playfully bite your lower lip before sliding my hand to either your throat, holding it with a confident pressure, or to the back of your head, tugging your hair—just enough to make you gasp. With my other hand, I guide yours down to my throbbing cock, pressing it against me as I whisper, "Can you feel how hard you make me? Do you want to touch and taste daddy's cock?" I wait for that plea, needing to hear you say, "Yes, daddy." And when you do, I lean in closer and murmur, "You’re going to have to earn it." From this point on, you’re mine—every part of you, both your body and your mind, ready to be molded and commanded.

I’d tell you to stay perfectly still as I explore you however I desire, starting with kisses trailing down your neck, my teeth grazing your skin, making you shiver. My hands wander over your chest, down your sides, until I grab your hips, firmly enough to claim you, before smacking & grabbing your ass just the way I know you like. Slowly, I move down your legs, my fingers tracing the curves, and as I come back up, I start to strip you, unwrapping you like a precious gift. You'd be dressed in what I picked out beforehand—dainty, elegant lingerie: a deep lilac bra, a matching pair of cheekies, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt, all tied together with a choker around your neck. I love seeing you like this—dolled up, with your makeup just perfect how I like it, ready for me. It arouses me beyond words, and I can’t resist stepping behind you, pressing my hardness against your body, leaning in to nibble your ear as I whisper, "Mmm, you’re such a good little slut, waiting so patiently for daddy’s cock." My breath against your neck sends shivers down your spine. "Let’s see how much more I can tease you."

I’d exert my control even further, telling you, "You get to see daddy’s cock because you've been good—but you can’t touch it yet." I’d tie or handcuff your hands behind your back, slipping a ball gag into your mouth to make sure you resist temptation. With you bound and gagged, I strip off my pants, revealing my cock, hard and ready. I start stroking it in front of you, letting my moans fill the air, telling you how good it feels—knowing you're aching for just a taste. I’d bring my hand, slick with my spit and the taste of my cock, close to your lips, almost letting you have it, but not quite—teasing you, knowing the gag keeps you from having what you crave. Leaning in, I whisper, "I want to taste you." I turn you around, slowly pulling your cheekies down to just above your knees. I kneel, burying my face between your legs, my tongue finding your wetness, savoring every inch of you. When I’m satisfied, I tease your tight little hole with a finger, pushing it in gently to prepare you for what's coming. I take the gag out of your mouth, and we kiss, my tongue carrying the taste of you, mingling with your own. Then, in one more twist of control, I hold my finger to your lips, commanding you to taste it before slipping it back in.

“You’ve been such an obedient princess" I murmur, "you deserve a reward. You’ve earned a taste of daddy’s cock”. "Tell me how badly you want it—how much you want to feel it in your mouth, filling up your throat." After untying your hands, I forcefully guide you to your knees, telling you to stick out your tongue. Slowly, I run my shaft along it, starting at my balls all the way to the very tip. The warmth of your wet tongue sends pleasure surging through me, and I know I need more. I grab both of your hands, wrapping them around my shaft, motioning for you to start stroking. As you do, I move your head down to my balls, letting your tongue worship me there. "Such a perfect slutty princess, letting me use that pretty mouth." I praise. The desire becomes unbearable. I restrain your wrists again behind your back, leaving you kneeling with your mouth wide open, waiting to be filled. “Stick your tongue out for me” I command, before leaning down, kissing you roughly, spitting sweetly on your tongue, then thrusting forward—my cock pushing past your lips, slowly sliding deeper and deeper, until you take me fully, feeling my thickness all the way down your throat.

if you read all the way through my scenario and felt the tingling of desire, wanting to step into submitting to me, I’d love to hear from you. Open to younger/inexperienced. 18 only. Trans women are women.