I’ve always had a fascination with cbt phone sex and the addictive thrill of power. The way it makes my heart race, my palms sweat, and my mind buzz with excitement. Last weekend, I was determined to satisfy that craving. I’d been lurking around the Red Rocks Amphitheater for hours, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
The night was young, and the crowd was buzzing with excitement as Sullivan King took the stage.
The music was electrifying, and the sight of the mosh pit in full swing sent shivers down my spine. But my attention was fixated on the front row, where a young couple was sitting, entangled in each other’s arms.
The guy was hungrier than I’d ever seen before, his eyes fixed on the girl like a predator stalking its prey. I didn’t know who they were, but I could tell that they were deeply in love.
However, I had a plan for cbt phone sex, and I was not going to let them ruin it.
I made my way over to them, my strappy boots clicking against the pavement. The guy looked up, a hint of recognition in his eyes, but I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I lean in and whisper into his ear. “Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me all night. Would you like to come hang out with me?”
The guy hesitated, his eyes flickering between me and his girlfriend. But I’m persistent, and I could see the desire burning in his eyes.
I took his hand and led him away, leaving the girl behind.
As we made our way through the crowd, I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I know that I hold all the power in this situation. The guy was under my control, and I could see the fear and excitement written all over his face.
I made him wait on me, serving me drinks and snacks like a needy little puppy. I watched as he struggled to balance a tray of drinks in one hand and my leash in the other, as I tugged him around the amphitheater like a toy.
As the night wore on, the guy began to grow increasingly agitated as the cbt phone sex continued.
He knew that he was losing his girlfriend’s trust, but he couldn’t help but obey my every command. I made him kneel at my feet, stroking his hair and playing with his earrings. I demand that he lick my boots clean, and he obeys without a word.
The guy’s girlfriend had grown increasingly agitated, watching as her once devoted partner turned into a needy little puppy for me. He could see the hurt and betrayal in her eyes, filling me with a sense of satisfaction.
As the show came to a close, I release the guy from his leash and watched as he scurried back to his girlfriend, his eyes filled with shame and regret.
I could see the hurt and betrayal in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
As I walked off into the night, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The power that I held over the guy was addictive, and I can’t help but wonder who my next victim will be. I know that I’m a dangerous woman, and that I will continue to seek out opportunities to torment the innocent and unsuspecting. But for now, I’m content to let the memory of the guy’s submissive gaze linger in my mind, a potent reminder of the power that I hold over others.
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