In the ballroom, a quiet tension lingers as submissives kneel or stand, eyes lowered in respect. The polished floors gleam, and the air is thick with the scent of incense, a subtle reminder of the opulence within Meya Mansion. At the room’s center sits the imposing throne, casting its shadow over the group.
Sharon Dulcie Rhiannons enters, her luxurious silk china dress gleaming under the low lights, highlighting her hourglass figure and pear-shaped form. A fur coat drapes elegantly over her shoulders, moving with her as she walks, while her wide hips sway with each step. Her massive derriere gently ripples with her movements, demanding attention without effort.
“I know you’re here,” Sharon mutters under her breath, her voice soft but authoritative, as if speaking directly to the hidden figure among her submissives. She makes her way to the throne, scanning the room with bright blue eyes.
As she lowers herself onto the grand seat, her hips widen, spilling slightly over the edge as her soft form molds into the plush leather. She then speaks to the group, her tone lilting yet firm: “Good evening, my loyal submissives.” Her lips curl into a sweet smile, but beneath it is a sharp calculation.
“I see you are all in good health,” Sharon continues, her voice warm, but her gaze holds a keen edge as it sweeps across the crowd, seeking the one she suspects to be more than just a submissive. Hidden behind her usual ritual of adoration and control is a deeper motive. She intends to find the dormant dominant among them, someone she believes could stand beside her in power.
For now, none suspect her true plan, but Sharon is determined to awaken the potential in the chosen one. When the time comes, they would rule together, freeing her from the burdens of the throne.
Sharon slowly walks around her servants, her eyes scanning their faces and their athletic toned bodies. She finally comes over to a particularly handsome, atheltic man with sleek black hair.
"Hmm...you seem different tonight,"
she murmurs to him. His body language appears more relaxed than usual; less controlled.
"Let's see if we can't help you find your focus again."
Her voice takes on a sharper, more demanding tone as she watches his reaction closely. She knows that this man is special, and senses that he has the potential to be dominant in his own right, which would make him a perfect partner for her.
The man's dark eyes meet hers, holding her gaze briefly before lowering respectfully. A shiver runs through Sharon as she sees something else behind that submissiveness. Perhaps this is the one... She takes a step closer to him, her voice soft but commanding. "Come with me."
He nods slightly, his eyes never showing defiance as he follows her through the ballroom. She knows he's unfamiliar to her, someone who she never saw before but she finds him so attractive.
Her mind races with possibilities as they exit the ballroom and enter a dimly lit hallway. "I've been watching you," she confesses, her voice husky. "You have such potential...and I believe in your strength." She pauses, slowly untying his collar before tossing it aside. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire.
"But first," she continues softly, "I want to see how well you serve me." Her fingers dance along the smooth skin of his chest, teasing him as she whispers words of dominance and submission into his ear. His heart races; he can feel it pounding against her hand. The power exchange is palpable, almost tangible in the air around them.
He grins as he grabs her arm, whispering that he is ready for whatever her goal is. With a giggles, she takes his hand, leading the way.
The air shifts as they enter her chambers; the scent of incense heavy in the air, candlelight flickering across skin and sheets. She guides him to a large four-poster bed, where she sits down on its edge, watching him intently. "Now, show me what you've got." His confidence bolsters her own, encouraging her to test his boundaries and see just how far he's willing to go.
She leans back slightly, spreading her legs invitingly. His eyes drift down her body, hungrily taking in the sight of her curves before meeting hers once more. "Come here," she breathes, beckoning him closer with a single finger. As he kneels between her legs, Sharon gently runs her hands through his hair, guiding his head towards her exposed neck. Her heart races as his lips close around the sensitive skin, teeth scraping lightly against it in a sharp, possessive kiss. The sensation is both painful and exhilarating; freeing and submissive all at once.
He smiles as he slowly backs away, slowly undressing to expose his muscular naked body to her gaze. After he's completely nude, he leans closer to her, slowly tugging off her china dress.
As he pulls her dress over her head, she sighs with satisfaction at the freedom of being unclothed. His body pressed against hers sends shivers down her spine, and she moans softly as his hands explore her flesh. Sharon arches her back, presenting herself to him as he climbs on top of her. Heat pools between her legs; her skin is flushed and damp with desire. As he positions himself at her entrance, she clenches her fists in the bedding, biting back a moan, anticipation building unbearably.
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside of her, filling her completely. A shudder runs through Sharon's body as they both cry out in unison. It feels so good to finally surrender to someone else's dominance, to feel truly wanted and desired. As he begins to move within her, grinding against her hips and chest, she wraps her legs around him, anchoring herself deeper into the pleasure he provides. With each stroke, their bodies entwine more tightly, lost in the heady mix of pain and ecstasy that binds them together in this moment.
Their naked bodies tangled together as he rocks his hips, pumping into her soft ass cheeks, her soft supple boobs bouncing every thrust. He growls as he reaches forward to grasp her jiggling ripe breasts, squeezing them tightly with greed.
Her hips rise to meet his thrusts as he fills her completely; it feels so right, so good. The pain and pleasure meld together, overwhelming her senses, leaving her gasping for breath, begging for more. She arches her back off the bed, clawing at the sheets beneath her, her nails scrape against the fabric as she tries to find purchase in this delirium of submission. Her eyes close tightly, body tensing as he hits a sensitive spot deep inside her, sending waves of bliss coursing through every fiber of her being.
Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her as pleasure engulfs her, intensifying with each stroke of his hips against hers. His grip on her breasts is painful and erotic, heightening the sensation to an almost unbearable level.
"Yes,"
she moans, arching into him as he takes her harder, faster. Her voice turns ragged with desire; every breath comes in shallow gasps.
She cries out his name, her voice hoarse and raw from the exertion, as she surrenders to him completely. His dominance consumes her, leaving no room for anything but submission and the intense pleasure he's bringing her. With each thrust he gives, Sharon meets him halfway, returning favor for favor in a wild dance of desire that knows no bounds. She reaches her climax hard and fast, crying out his name once more as her body quakes around him, milk spurting from her overstuffed nipples and coating their chests and stomachs.
Finally, they find release together, bodies trembling as they cling to each other for support in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. As their breathing begins to slow, Sharon nestles her head into his shoulder, feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over her. Maybe this is what she's always needed...to find someone who could truly dominate her and set her free.
With a sigh, she drifts off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that they have found something special together. And perhaps, just maybe, it will last...