Femdom cuckold of history

Femdom cuckold of history

Our little games were quietly following the routine and I felt little by little the extreme need to move on to another form of more humiliating Domination. It was Olivier who accidentally was going to give me the opportunity to fulfill this wish. It was a Saturday night and we had gone out with a group of friends in a nightclub that we used to frequent. For a long time I watched with a black gaze Olivier having fun on the dance floor with another girl I did not know, which had the gift of getting my nerves up ! Sophie and Isabelle, two long-time friends had pointed out to me the very dubious behavior of Olivier and this girl who was openly flirting with him.
That night I went home alone deeply vexed or even humiliated in front of my friends. Several times in the week Olivier contacted me on the phone to apologize, but nothing could alleviate my anger towards him. So I decided to take revenge but it needed public humiliation ! An idea came to me Isabelle and Sophie would be my privileged spectators. It may not have taken me time to convince them to come to my house the following Saturday to attend a very special little show !
I had asked Olivier to show up at my house around 9pm without letting anything leak from my dark projects ! When the front door bell rang my heart started beating very hard ! Olivier came in but was very surprised to find my two friends there. After a few minutes I asked for explanations about his behavior last weekend. Olivier painfully tried to justify himself by pretext of alcohol and apologized to me. I was staring him right in the eye. :
“It’s a quick can as an apology don’t you think ? I want to believe the thesis of alcohol but it is a can pull by the hair ! You’re not gonna get away with this so quickly ! I believe that you need a good punishment that will serve as a lesson for the future ! ยป
Olivier lowered his head his face was red with shame. I jumped up and installed my chair in the center of the room and then in a stern tone I asked Olivier to present himself in front of me.
With a precise gesture I unbuttoned his pants that I slowly lowered to the bottom of his legs. Then I did the same with his underpants before stretching it on my legs. Then with the help of strong and quick strokes I gave him a terrible spanking. Prisoner under this avalanche his buttocks quickly turned red but I did not release my embrace, my determination was uncompromising ! Sophie and Isabelle watched the scene with a smile on their lips but keeping a ceremonial silence !
But I was not yet satisfied and I wanted an exemplary humiliation. I completely undressed my submissive and drove him into a corner of the room and left him at the stake for long minutes like a turbulent child !
After resuming our conversation a little detached from the show I demanded Olivier put on a small white apron that I had prepared and serve us fresh drinks. He thus remained the whole evening completely naked at our service, offered and humiliated at will. At the end of the evening I fired him in stipulate that I will contact him to inform him of the continuation of our relationship ! The night was eventful for me, the images of this crazy evening paraded in my head and my little fleece remained wet until the morning ! I had just crossed a course and my role as a dominatrix was now sticking to my skin. I felt intense pleasure like never before and Olivier was for me the ideal partner of my fantasies.

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