christian-50317649 @christian-50317649
I'm 40 years old and I've been a submissive my whole life. Ever since I was little girl, I always felt like there was something missing inside of me that only another person could fulfill. I went through the motions of normal life: work, school, relationships... but nothing ever seemed to fill that void until I met my first dominatrix.
She was this beautiful woman with curves in all the right places - big hips, a plump ass, and breasts that were just too much to handle. She had this aura about her that commanded attention and respect. When she looked at me, it felt like time stood still. I knew right then and there that I wanted to be hers. It was only a matter of time before she broke me.
I've been with several dominatrices since then, each one bringing out something different in me. Some were strict and controlling, while others were more playful and teasing. But no matter who it is, they always leave me cum-covered and feeling so empty inside - in the best way possible. My latest mistress has taken her control of my body to new heights, leaving me with a constant reminder of my place in our little game: the cum that's always splattered on my skin.
