Hallo, ich bin Emelda. Ich komme ursprünglich aus der Karibik und wohne seit eine ganze Weile in Deutschland. Ich habe meine Dominanteseite schon mit 19/20 entdeckt. Ich suche etwas längerfristiges, wo man schon ungefähr weiß, was von dem anderen zu erwarten ist. Ich suche jemanden, der **nicht nur im Bett devot ist sondern im Alltag**. Am schönsten wäre, wenn du "männlich" wirkst aber mit mir eine richtige pussy bist.
Devot? Gut aussehend? Ober-/Unterarm Tattoos? Wenn du diese Fragen mit "ja" beantwortet hast, dann schreib mir eine Nachricht.
Wenn ich sage "spring", das einzige was du fragen sollst ist "wie hoch".
--------Männer ü 30, bei Frauen ist das Alter egal-------
**Fantasien**
We're sitting in a very fancy restaurant. We just ordered dinner and I begin to tell you what I have in store for you this evening. The food comes but you can't enjoy it because the *** from your penis trying to get hard in its small, narrow cage is almost unbearable. You beg me to let you out but I just laugh and continue eating, taking my time. After I'm finished, we retreat to the room you booked. Now the night can really begin...
Cuckold Fantasie
You did everything I said. You showered, put your cage on and are now waiting in the living room naked on your knees with your hands handcuffed behind your back, eyes closed- just like I ordered. About 20 minutes go by and finally you can hear me. With each click of my heels getting closer, your heartbeat increases. You wonder what I have planned for tonight. You can smell my perfume as I stand in front of you. You wince as you lose control over yourself and your penis jumps in its little cage trying to get hard.
"Good boy", I say. "You're allowed one look". You immediately open your eyes and gasp. I'm wearing my favourite black high heels, black panty hose, black corsage with wine red accents. Lingerie that you paid for but never saw me wear. You bite your lips and moan from the *** of getting hard. I grin as I bend forward and put a blindfold on you. "I'm going to have a lot of fun tonight." With perfect timing, the doorbell rings. You panic having no idea what's about to happen. As I open the door you hear voices. No. One voice. A man's voice. You recognise the voice immediately. It belongs to the bartender from our favourite pub. You remember the last time we were at the pub, the way he looked at me. You realise what's happening but it's too late. You can feel your face turning red. A mixture of feelings courses through your body- jealousy, embarrassment, lust, confusion, ***, excitement. As we come into the living room you hear laughter and my voice, "you remember our bartender. He's my date tonight."...