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Fantasy Femme Fatales…Wicked, wanton, with absolutely no inhibitions

They’re more than willing to use  their feminine wiles wiles to bring you to your knees. You crave being taken over, controlled, dominated…and when it comes to fantasy; you love the lure of the forbidden FemDom. The unattainable, taboo siren who will lead you down into temptation, and will never let you go. Alice Wonder, I hope you enjoy 😉

Today’s Post focuses on the Mistress Maid.

That leggy, lovely 20-something beauty who seemed so wholesome during her interview…her bright eyes and gamine grin and young face were simply glowing with innocent enthusiasm. Her high full breasts, and tight toned ass were demurely showcased in a prim high-neck blouse and A-line skirt during your initial meeting…and were soon replaced by crop tops and low-rise jeans that lovingly hugged curves you’d give anything to touch as she carried about her duties.

That simply stunning 20-something cocktease princess is now twisting you into knots.

You want her so badly that every time she enters a room, you rise to the occasion. When you dream,  x-rated fantasies of her fill the long, lonely stretches between dusk and dawn. When you wake up, it’s thoughts of her that crowd your mind while wanking off your morning wood.

You’re not sure how it happened…but now, you can’t eat, sleep, think or breathe without wanting her.

One night you were simply watching her as she scrubbed the tub when you noticed the splashing water had turned her white sundress nearly sheer, and you couldn’t drag your eyes away. You were settling in to watch the game one evening while she was curled up on the arm chair reading a book, and you saw how the velvet burnouts panels of her robe were sliding open; exposing the curves of her breasts & her lacy slip; the long silky line of her legs….

Seeing that robe slip further and further was better than any half-time show;

And you kept staring while she continued to read, oblivious to your hungry gaze. You watched avidly when the wind caught her full skirt during an outing to the neighborhood market; exposing the lacy tops of her thigh highs and a hint of her garters….

You never saw the trap she was laying for you until it was too late.

All those teasing glimpses of legs, garters, that sweet tease of sheer fabric and the generous curves of her breasts, the times you found her coming out of the shower, still slick and damp as she toweled off her hair…was all a slow, merciless tease. So the night she kissed you on the lips and whispered for you to come to her room after she finished her duties…you could hardly believe your luck.

You raced up the the flight of stairs, opened the door to her room, and when you saw she was unzipping her dress and sliding it down…well, you simply couldn’t get to her fast enough, touch her quickly enough, you wanted every inch of that firm, young body, and you wanted it now.

Which was why you were so surprised when she struggled.

You’d never heard some of the names she was calling you, you couldn’t believe she’d hit you, that she was wriggling, kicking, flailing about about. Confused and frustrated, you retreated.

Only to find her emerge from her bedroom moments later, a teddy bear cuddled loosely in her arms.

“Nanny cam.” She murmured smugly; a wicked, diabolical gleam in her eyes.

“You thought you were going to catch me; but I caught you. You’re going to do anything I want from now on, darling…That little scene in my bedroom a few minutes ago? It’s already been uploaded to cloud storage, and forwarded to a friend of mine. Disappoint me, and it goes viral.”

You stare at her in dawning horror, realizing exactly what that video would look like to your friends, family, co-workers…a jury. You try to swallow past the lump in your throat, and see her grin widen.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take good care of you….as long as you take good care of me.

You wanted me, didn’t you?” She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she led you back to her bedroom, as she closed the door behind you, as she stripped you. “Now, you can have me….it’ll just be on my terms.”

She lay down on the bed; arching her glorious body in a feline stretch as she giggled, and crooked a finger, beckoning you to join her. “Tonight is your first night in my service, slave. Don’t disappoint me.”

…And you didn’t.
Not that night, or any of the ones that followed.

Listen to a teaser from FemDom Femme Fatales: Mistress Maid