So she was a woman who had interesting hobbies. Who didn't have any hobbies? Not that it mattered because she spent most of her time hiding away from the world, except when she had to of course. She learned when to balance and allow the men in her life to enter with a guest pass. None of them ever stayed long enough to realize she was actually a very sweet girl. They never wanted to pursue anything longer, but then again neither did she. She wasn't sure if it was because she wasn't ready, but it fit her lifestyle perfectly. She was a loner. Alone in her own world of interesting hobbies.
She took the phallic toy out of the glass case that served as a shrine in her interests. She walked towards the bedroom, and closed the door behind her. She heard him call out her name. His hands were strapped to her bedposts. She had restrained him with steel shackles, one of her favorites from her private collection. He kept calling her name. She enjoyed the suspense. Slowly, she made her way closer to the foot of the bed. She then dropped the toy on the bed. As she listened to him summon her along, she began to unbutton her shirt. She couldn't help but smile. She was completely naked except for the slave spiked collar on her neck and the black latex gloves. But he was blindfolded.
"Are you ready?" she teased him. Before climbing onto the bed, she took the cloth dampened with gasoline. She then positioned herself right in between his legs.
"Who do you want me to be today?" she whispered as she took the cloth and caressed his body with it.
He moaned.
Not Jessica, she thought. No one really wanted her to be who she was. And who was she really? She probably didn't even know herself. And as far as he was concerned, she was a fulfillment of his fantasy--a fetish goddess who was ready to ravage him.
No, she thought. Not Jessica. "I can be whoever you want me to be."
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