(Photo 'blackmail' can accelerate things nicely)From an entirely personal space my big thing is control and domination, can't explain it, don't really...question it, I just accept it and have, much later in life, done something about it!There is no bigger turn on for me than to see a once macho heterosexual male, made-up, appropriately dressed in her girly finest, on her knees fellating a large penis until it discharges, it's just unadulterated bliss to know I made it happen, the control and. After a few weeks, a date and time was agreed, and I was told I needed to make my way to see Mistress.I was so nervous, I didn't know what I was letting myself in for, but I had to see her. She didn't give me any choice, but nor did I. I knew I had to carry this through.My mind was a blank canvas as I drove to where I was told to go. I genuinely did not know what to expect, but I was always wondering about the questions she asked me, and I wondered, what if any of the answers I gave would play. "Look at my other friends!" She hit a button and all of a sudden the screen was covered with images of guys jacking off. "Billy's my favourite!" she exclaimed, clicking on one frame so that it expanded to fill the screen. On it a fit young man who looked like a surfer was gyrating around while stroking the biggest cock Michael had ever seen. After a minute he cried out, "Oh, Lisbeth!" and spurt after spurt of creamy cum shot out of the end and splattered all over his nut-brown muscular. I felt her legs shake and she was cumming… She could take it anymore and climbs on my cock and starts riding it while we are passionately kissing. I started flicking her clit and that sent her over bored… She was moaning while wearing she yelled ‘Oh fuck…. Of fuck…!!!!” She turned around and she was riding me reverse cow girl. Her ass bounced up and down… I pull her off me and bend her over her the bed and start fucking her from behind. It was the best in my life. She came again and again. I.