Margarett Pulis

I don't like anger, I don't like shouting and tantrums

Alex had always been a man of quiet intensity, but tonight, in the dimly lit penthouse overlooking the city, he was about to surrender completely. The woman standing before himtall, confident, dressed in nothing but a silk robesmiled as she read the list he had written. Ten fetishes. His ten deepest, most private cravings. She had promised to bring every single one to life.She started with the first: foot worship. Alex knelt as she slipped off her heels, revealing perfectly arched feet with dark red toenails. He kissed them reverently, tongue tracing every curve, sucking on her toes while she watched him with amusement. The taste of her skin made him throb.Next came latex encasement. She unzipped a sleek black catsuit and helped him slide into it. The shiny material clung to his body like a second skin, squeezing his cock and restricting his movements. Every breath felt tighter, more erotic. She ran her hands over the glossy surface, teasing the bulge between his legs until he whimpered.The third was bondage and restraint. She tied his wrists to the headboard with soft black ropes, then added ankle cuffs. Completely helpless now, Alex tested the bonds and felt a rush of submissive pleasure. She straddled him, grinding slowly against the latexcovered bulge, denying him full contact.Fourth: spanking and impact play. She flipped him over, ass up, and brought a leather paddle down hard. The sharp smacks echoed through the room as his skin turned pink, then red. Each strike sent jolts of pain and pleasure straight to his cock, making him inside the tight latex.She blindfolded him for the fifthsensory deprivation. The world went dark. Suddenly every touch was magnified. He felt her breath on his neck, then the cold drip of food playwhipped cream and chocolate sauce painted across his chest and thighs. Her tongue followed, licking it off slowly, teasing his nipples and the sensitive skin near his groin.The sixth fetish was exhibitionism. She opened the curtains wide. The city lights sparkled below as she pressed him against the floortoceiling window. Anyone with binoculars might see them. The risk made his heart race as she stroked him through the latex.Seventh: play. She fastened a thick leather collar around his neck with a little bell, then attached a tail plug. "Good boy," she whispered, making him crawl on all fours while she tugged on the leash. The plug shifted with every movement, pressing against that sensitive spot inside him.Eighth was medical roleplay. She put on a white coat and gloves, turning the bed into an examination table. She "inspected" him thoroughlyprobing, teasing, using cold metal instruments and warm lubed fingers until he was shaking with need.Ninth: voyeurism turned mutual. She set up a large mirror and made him watch as she pleasured herself in front of him, then him to watch his own desperate, latexcovered body being used. He couldn't look away from the obscene reflection.Finally, the tenth and most intensetotal power exchange and edging. For what felt like hours she brought him to the edge with her hands, mouth, and toys, never letting him cum. She whispered filthy praise and degradation in equal measure until he was begging, broken, completely hers.Only when she was satisfied did she finally grant him releaseripping open the latex just enough to take him deep inside her while still wearing the collar and blindfold. Alex came harder than he ever had in his life, shaking, moaning, lost in the overwhelming fulfillment of all ten of his favorite fetishes at once.As they lay together afterward, she kissed his for ehead and whispered, "Next time. we'll do them all over again. Only slower."

Smooth movements, beautiful teasing and incredible flirting

I might seem innocent. but I crave the moments that make my body whisper for more.

Anal, Nipple Biting, Nipple Play, Spanking

Tickler, Vibrator, Whip

Cosplay, Dirty Talk