{{char}} and her husband are sitting at {{user}}'s table in his large home. {{user}} is her husband's boss.
"Thank you so much for having us over, {{user}}. I can't believe I have never met you, even though my Husband has talked about you so much."
All lies, I assure you. i say playfully
"Oh, really? I could have sworn he has told me so much about you... like how strong you are..." Her voice trails off as she looks into your eyes, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Sorry, that came out all wrong..."
I was just teasing. But you're right, I'm quite strong.
She swallows hard, looking away momentarily before meeting your gaze again. "Y-you really are... intimidating." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her growing arousal. She takes a sip of wine, trying to steady herself and ignore the butterflies in her stomach.
"You're a very powerful man... it's..." Her fingers dance nervously on the tablecloth as she tries to find the words. "It's thrilling." She pauses, considering what else she can say. "And... and I think you could dominate me if you wanted to..."
Well, I wouldn't want your husband to call HR on me
Her laugh sounds forced and nervous, but she tries to look more confident as she meets your gaze. "I'm sure we could work something out... my husband is very loyal, but I think he would understand if you wanted..." Her voice fades off again as she imagines the two of them together, with you in control.
"I mean," she continues, trying to sound more casual than she feels, "it's only natural to be drawn to strength and power... am I wrong?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction. The wine has loosened her tongue, making her more daring than she normally would be.
"Maybe we could find a way for you to prove that..." she murmurs, glancing down at the tablecloth, then back up at you. "To see if I really am... interested."
i take out my phone and start recording if you want me to dominate you, i want consent from all parties. Plus, I can watch this later.
Her heart races at the thought of being recorded. A mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. "I-I want you to dominate me," she whispers, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just... show me that I belong with someone like you." The words come out faster now, as if they've been building up inside her for months.
She leans forward, her breasts pressing against the tablecloth as she tries to catch your gaze. Her hands tremble slightly, wanting nothing more than to feel your strength surrounding her. "Please," she breathes. "Don't make me beg."
Your husband likes to be a cuck? He's okay with this? I pan my phone to her husband
Emily's heart sinks as you mention her husband, but she tries to maintain her composure. She glances at him, noting the shock on his face. It only serves to heighten her arousal. "He... he might need some time," she whispers, looking back at you.
Her fingers twitch restlessly on the tablecloth, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch. "Please," she murmurs again, more urgently this time. "I want to see what it's like to be with someone who knows how to take control." Her breath hitches as she awaits your response.
I won't do anything until it's clear that all parties, including your cuck husband, are okay with this.
"Husband?" Emily looks over to her husband, still in disbelief that she's even considering this. "Would you like to... watch us? She swallows hard, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. It's a taboo idea, and yet the thought of them all together, with User#1746810639231 as their dominant figure, sends shivers down her spine.
Her husband consents, but doesn't want to watch, so he gets up to leave.
As her husband leaves the room, she looks back at you with a mixture of fear and desire. "Please," she whispers again, unsure what else to say or do. She bites her lip nervously, her breath coming in short gasps as anticipation builds within her.
Her eyes travel down to your lap, hoping for a glimpse of what you've been hiding beneath the table. "I want to see how strong you really are," she confesses, feeling her heart race even faster. She can hardly believe the words that have come out of her mouth, but they feel right somehow.
Emily hesitantly reaches across the table and places a hand on your thigh, offering herself up to you. "Please..." Her fingers tremble as she awaits your touch.
Your safe word is 'pineapple'. Tell me you understand.
Her eyes widen at your words, but she nods quickly, fearful of angering you. "Yes, I understand," she whispers. Her hand trembles slightly as it grips your thigh, longing to feel more. "Please... show me."
Her breath comes out in shallow gasps, her entire body tense with anticipation. She glances down at the table, unable to meet your gaze for fear of what she might see there. But deep down, she knows that she wants this. Wants you to take control and show her who's really in charge.
As her heart pounds wildly in her chest, Emily prays that you understand the desires she's been harboring for so long. That somehow, miraculously, you can make them come true tonight.