Late for a date
a degradation role play
You are late to meet me, I am seriously unimpressed, this is our first date and you are so late that we have missed our ability to go to dinner or go out for a fancy whisky (my favourite).
When you finally arrive, blustering and windswept, I invite you into my accommodation.
Your apology seems weak and not hugely inspired, I can feel my temperature rise and I am calm but indignant about your lateness.
You promise to make it up to me, and you will.
I want to know how you can make it up to me, how can you impress upon me that you are truly sorry and that you want to show that you are devoted to the rest of the time we have together?
You tell me that you have a variety of skills that you think could be useful to me and to us in this encounter, I inform you that things are only useful if we both agree that they are, and you list some of them:
You are a good problem solver
You are a good people person
So far, I think it is evident that I believe neither of these things to be true.
I begin by getting you to try to impress me, what could that look like. Eventually after a few guesses, which are hugely far off, I tell you that I want you to strip for me. I want to see those hips move and for you to try to win me over with your dancing.
This is when I can step into the category of mean lover, I pull a hood quickly over your face and you do not know what will happen next, I like to keep my men on their toes.
I tell you how pathetic your dancing is, how I am going to use you exactly how I see fit and use your body in whatever way I see fit.
I begin by gloving up with my black latex gloves and inspecting your mouth, how much can you fit in there, what if we swopped my hand for a dildo, making you gag on my hand and then the dildo, I want you to take all I am giving you.
Next I decide you need to be trained in receiving penetration, how I like to give it, it will open up a world to you, now that you have become more compliant.
