Imagine we go on our first date. You’re at the table waiting..

Imagine we go on our first date. You’re at the table waiting for me, sipping on you water when I walk up. I’m wearing a tight black dress with heels to match. My hair is up in a tight, but messy bun. I have a very pale face with black liner covering almost all of my eyelids. Pulling the look together is the black lipstick, that you love so much. You don’t know what it is about goth girls, but they make your whole body tingle. I sit down in front of you and start to make conversation. You start to notice how shy I seem to be, barely making eye contact, my voice is shaking. I seem more nervous than you. As the night goes on, I start to become more comfortable around you. We laugh as we share stories about our past. You keep complimenting me on how amazing I look in my dress. You can’t get over it. The way it makes my tits look so huge and full or curves in my hips. You’re mesmerized. After we’ve finished our meal, we don’t want to stop talking. We love being in each others presence. I invite you to my place and you almost jump at the thought. You immediately say yes, with a huge smile on your face. You follow me there and I take you inside. We have a few drinks as we sit on my couch and continue telling each other about ourselves. Only now, I’ve started asking you what your sexual fantasies are. You’re a little shocked by the question. Just two hours ago I could hardly look at you. Now, I have my legs thrown over you while sitting so close next to you. You start telling me how you’ve always wanted a girl to dominate you, to use you. As you’re saying this you notice a huge grin growing on my face. “What?” You ask. “What are your limits?” I ask. Your face becomes bright red and you smile. “I have none.” I grab your hand and practically drag you up the stairs. You can see the excitement on my face. I sit you on my bed and tell you to wait there. I come back seconds later with rope in my hands. I lay you back and start tying you up. I can’t help but run my hands all over your body while I do so. The rope is tight against you, but not too tight. It’s perfect. You look up at me and you can’t believe this is real. It feels like a dream. The first goth girl you matched with and she’s exactly what you wanted? There’s no way this is real. “Slap me” you say. I look at you and smile. Putting my hand on your face and rubbing your cheek I say “That’s a good boy.” Then I lift my hand slowly, but bring it down fast. Your cheek starts to turn red. You love it and you beg for more. I climb on top of you and slap you again. And again. You’re looking back at me after every slap, falling more and more for me after each one.

Should I continue? ;)