The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting light across the room, highlighting the plush textures of the velvet curtains and the rich mahogany of the antique furniture. The air was thick with anticipation, laced subtly with the scent of lavender from the candles flickering on the dresser. Mistress Alexandra, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, stood before him, her eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and dominance."Strip," she commanded softly, her voice a silken thread that wound around his senses, pulling him deeper into her web. Her tone was gentle, almost soothing, but there was an unmistakable edge to it that left no room for disobedience.He hesitated for just a moment, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt. The fabric slid over his skin, revealing the taut muscles beneath, each movement watched intently by Mistress Alexandra. She nodded approvingly as he continued, unbuckling his belt with shaky fingers, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the quiet room."Good boy," she murmured, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. "Now, kneel."Obediently, he dropped to his knees, his eyes level with her hips, where a sleek, black strap-on harness clung provocatively. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. Mistress Alexandra stepped closer, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek, her touch surprisingly tender."Are you ready to submit?" she asked, her voice a whisper now, intimate and compelling.He swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with a mix of trepidation and resolve. "Yes, Mistress," he breathed, the words barely audible.With a nod, she turned away, her movements graceful as she adjusted the straps of her harness, ensuring every detail was perfect. When she faced him again, her expression was one of calm authority, her eyes dark with desire."Lean back," she instructed, her hand guiding him until he was resting on the plush carpet, his legs spread wide. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a strange comfort in surrendering to her control.Mistress Alexandra knelt between his legs, her fingers trailing lightly over his inner thighs, sending sparks of sensation through him. She paused, her hand hovering just above the target, her gaze locking with his."This will be gentle," she promised, her voice low and reassuring. "I want you to feel every moment, every touch. Can you do that for me?"He nodded, his breath catching in his throat as her hand finally made contact, her fingers slick with lube, slowly circling, preparing him. The initial intrusion was slight, her approach cautious, considerate, each inch gained with a pause, allowing him to adjust."Relax," she coaxed, her other hand smoothing over his chest, her touch calming, hypnotic. "Let me in."Gradually, she deepened the penetration, her movements slow, deliberate, each thrust met with a corresponding withdrawal, building a rhythm that was both sensual and intense. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations, the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sense of being taken by this powerful, yet gentle woman.Mistress Alexandra watched him closely, her own breathing deepening as she found her stride, her hips moving in sync with his subtle responses. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice husky with arousal."Feel me inside you," she whispered, her words a command, a promise. "Let it consume you."Her pace quickened, ever so slightly, the pressure increasing, yet never losing its gentleness. He arched beneath her, a silent moan escaping his lips, his body responding instinctively to her ministrations. The world narrowed to this single point of connection, this act of submission and domination, wrapped in tenderness."That's it," she encouraged, her hand shifting to grip his hip, steadying him as she drove deeper, harder, the friction building, heat pooling in his belly. "Give yourself to me completely."His response was primal, a guttural cry as he surrendered fully, his body tensing, releasing, caught in the throes of a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Mistress Alexandra held him through it, her movements slowing, gentling, her hand now stroking his sweat-slickened skin, soothing, comforting."Shh," she soothed, her voice a balm to his ragged nerves. "It's over now. You did so well."Exhausted, he lay still, his chest heaving, his mind a whirl of emotions. Mistress Alexandra removed the harness with care, discarding it aside, then settled next to him, pulling him into her embrace."Rest now," she murmured, her fingers playing idly through his hair. "You are safe with me."In her arms, he found peace, his eyelids growing heavy as the last remnants of tension bled from his body. The room faded into shadow, the only sound his steady breathing and the soft crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting light across the room, highlighting the plush textures of the velvet curtains and the rich mahogany of the antique furniture. The air was thick with anticipation, laced subtly with the scent of lavender from the candles flickering on the dresser. Mistress Alexandra, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, stood before him, her eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and dominance.

"Strip," she commanded softly, her voice a silken thread that wound around his senses, pulling him deeper into her web. Her tone was gentle, almost soothing, but there was an unmistakable edge to it that left no room for disobedience.

He hesitated for just a moment, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt. The fabric slid over his skin, revealing the taut muscles beneath, each movement watched intently by Mistress Alexandra. She nodded approvingly as he continued, unbuckling his belt with shaky fingers, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the quiet room.

"Good boy," she murmured, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. "Now, kneel."

Obediently, he dropped to his knees, his eyes level with her hips, where a sleek, black strap-on harness clung provocatively. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. Mistress Alexandra stepped closer, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek, her touch surprisingly tender.

"Are you ready to submit?" she asked, her voice a whisper now, intimate and compelling.

He swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with a mix of trepidation and resolve. "Yes, Mistress," he breathed, the words barely audible.

With a nod, she turned away, her movements graceful as she adjusted the straps of her harness, ensuring every detail was perfect. When she faced him again, her expression was one of calm authority, her eyes dark with desire.

"Lean back," she instructed, her hand guiding him until he was resting on the plush carpet, his legs spread wide. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a strange comfort in surrendering to her control.

Mistress Alexandra knelt between his legs, her fingers trailing lightly over his inner thighs, sending sparks of sensation through him. She paused, her hand hovering just above the target, her gaze locking with his.

"This will be gentle," she promised, her voice low and reassuring. "I want you to feel every moment, every touch. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded, his breath catching in his throat as her hand finally made contact, her fingers slick with lube, slowly circling, preparing him. The initial intrusion was slight, her approach cautious, considerate, each inch gained with a pause, allowing him to adjust.

"Relax," she coaxed, her other hand smoothing over his chest, her touch calming, hypnotic. "Let me in."

Gradually, she deepened the penetration, her movements slow, deliberate, each thrust met with a corresponding withdrawal, building a rhythm that was both sensual and intense. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations, the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sense of being taken by this powerful, yet gentle woman.

Mistress Alexandra watched him closely, her own breathing deepening as she found her stride, her hips moving in sync with his subtle responses. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice husky with arousal.

"Feel me inside you," she whispered, her words a command, a promise. "Let it consume you."

Her pace quickened, ever so slightly, the pressure increasing, yet never losing its gentleness. He arched beneath her, a silent moan escaping his lips, his body responding instinctively to her ministrations. The world narrowed to this single point of connection, this act of submission and domination, wrapped in tenderness.

"That's it," she encouraged, her hand shifting to grip his hip, steadying him as she drove deeper, harder, the friction building, heat pooling in his belly. "Give yourself to me completely."

His response was primal, a guttural cry as he surrendered fully, his body tensing, releasing, caught in the throes of a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Mistress Alexandra held him through it, her movements slowing, gentling, her hand now stroking his sweat-slickened skin, soothing, comforting.

"Shh," she soothed, her voice a balm to his ragged nerves. "It's over now. You did so well."

Exhausted, he lay still, his chest heaving, his mind a whirl of emotions. Mistress Alexandra removed the harness with care, discarding it aside, then settled next to him, pulling him into her embrace.

"Rest now," she murmured, her fingers playing idly through his hair. "You are safe with me."

In her arms, he found peace, his eyelids growing heavy as the last remnants of tension bled from his body. The room faded into shadow, the only sound his steady breathing and the soft crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace.

Femdomme is gentle even though she pegs him with a strap on

Gentle Domme's Strap-On Surrender

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