Mistress Iside - MISTRESS ISIDE - SCISSOR CHOKE mobile version

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MISTRESS ISIDE - SCISSOR CHOKE mobile version

The alluring Mistress Iside sat upon her throne, her legs spread invitingly before her. She wore a pair of stiletto heels that accentuated her long, slender legs, encased in black fishnet stockings. Her eyes scanned the room as she awaited the arrival of her newest plaything. When he entered, she noticed his immediate attention drawn to her glistening wet pussy, exposed for all to see. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips; she knew she held power over him already.



As he knelt at her feet, she leaned forward and ran a manicured finger down his chin, tracing his jawline. "You're here to be tested, aren't you?" she purred. He nodded mutely, unable to tear his gaze away from her towering figure. She stood up, her towering height dwarfing him as she towered over six feet tall even in her heels. She motioned for him to stand as well, her presence commanding.



"Good," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Now, I want you to try and resist my grip." She placed one hand on her hip and the other on her inner thigh, positioning herself in front of him. Her fingers teased the fabric of her stocking, revealing just a sliver of skin beneath. He stepped closer, drawn in by her scent and the promise of what lay beneath.



"No," she commanded, her voice stern. "You must resist." She placed her hand between her legs, fingers splayed wide, and pressed against his chest. He tried to push back, but it was no use. The intensity of her scent and the feel of her body against him were too much for him to bear. Slowly, she began to squeeze, her grip tightening around his chest like a vice. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear, and whispered, "How long can you last?"



His face turned red as he struggled to breathe, his lungs constricted by her iron grip. He barely managed a nod before she squeezed harder, her nails digging into his flesh. The room seemed to spin around him as he lost consciousness. When he awoke, he found himself sprawled on the floor at her feet, gasping for air. She stood over him, her expression unreadable.



"Pathetic," she scoffed. "I'll give you another chance. But this time, you'll beg me to let you go." She positioned herself once again, her legs spread wide, and waited for his response. This time, he hesitated before stepping closer, his heart pounding in his chest. She squeezed again, and this time, he felt as if he would blackout once more.



"Please, Mistress," he managed to choke out between gasps for air. "I can't take any more." She chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. "That's better," she said, releasing her grip slightly. "Now, do you truly appreciate what it means to be under my control?"



Her question hung in the air as she stepped away from him, her body swaying sensually. He nodded, his eyes locked on hers, unable to tear away. She smiled, a predatory grin curling her lips. "Excellent," she purred. "Now, get on your knees and thank me for this opportunity."



His heart pounded in his chest as he knelt before her, head bowed in submission. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered. "For giving me the chance to serve you." She stood above him, her towering height looming over him, her power undeniable. "You're welcome, my little pet," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. And with that, she turned and left the room, leaving him there on his knees, breathless and yearning for more.

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