— The Smell, the Taste —An erotic tale of domination, by Mis..

— The Smell, the Taste —
An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline.

"Strip," I command, pointing to the corner of the room. You obey, removing every last stitch of clothing until you're standing there, naked and shivering. I don't care that you're cold. I want you to feel vulnerable. I want you to feel small.

"Come here," I say, patting the spot on the bed next to me. You approach, your eyes never leaving my face. I can see the desire burning in your gaze, and it makes me smile.

"Kneel," I order, and you drop to your knees without hesitation. I reach out and run my fingers through your hair, feeling the silky strands slide through my fingers.

"Good boy," I murmur, and I can see the pleasure wash over you at my words. You live for this, for the validation and the dominance.

"Now, let's see if you're worthy of my scent," I say, lifting my arm to my nose and inhaling deeply. The smell of my armpits is driving you wild, and I can feel my own desire spiking in response.

I grab your head and put your nose in my arm pit, then I command you to smell. You inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.

"Do you like that?" I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak.

"Good," I say, and I pull your head closer, pressing your mouth against my skin. "Taste," I command, and you obey, your tongue darting out to lick at my armpit.

The taste is sweet, like honey, and salty, like the sea. I can feel my own arousal growing as I watch you worship my body. Your tongue moves over my skin, tasting every inch of me, and I can feel myself growing harder with every passing moment.

"Enough," I say finally, pulling away from you. You look up at me, your eyes pleading for more.

"You may leave now," I say, my voice cold and detached. You nod, disappointment clear on your face, but you don't argue. You know better than to question me.

You gather your clothes and dress quickly, your movements hurried and clumsy. I watch you go, my eyes following your every move until the door closes behind you.

And then I'm alone, my body thrumming with desire and need. I reach down between my legs, my fingers finding my cock, and I start to stroke myself, my mind filled with thoughts of you and your obsession with my scent.