1. Mistress of Intent


    Date: 1/27/2017, Categories: BDSM Author: sweet_lusciousdesire, Source: LushStories

    I came across her by chance. Her photo appeared innocently in the side column of the page as I was cruising the net for social activities to enjoy. She was beautiful. Long sandy blonde hair on a petite frame. She belonged to other clubs too. One was a 40 plus club, but from the look on her photo, she was no way near that age. I fantasized that maybe she was a seductress who made a living seducing older men. She looked 32 and innocent. I idly wondered if it was an older picture and she would look much different in real life. Then I made up a story about her in my mind that she was femme fatale and used the clubs as a launching point. She seemed perfect for my game. My name is Destiny and I like to acquire experiences like other people like to purchase and covet expensive items. I don't mind admitting that I am gorgeous because it serves me so well in getting what I want. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a femme fatale myself, but without all the gory stuff, or maybe I'm just a beautiful woman who has learned like all the rest, that beauty can take you a long distance towards achieving any goal a girl dared dream. Obsessed with pleasure, or not, I knew what I craved, and just as suddenly as I saw her, I knew I wanted her. I spotted other photos that intrigued me too. Attractive photos, cute whimsical profiles, with cute attitudes were on display along the virtual social club wall. One well built sandy blonde haired man with a muscular lean build caught my eye. I click and smiled to ...
    ... discover he was attending the same event. This would be fun. I loved games and this would be a very enjoyable erotic one. When I set my mind to something, I go for it. The day of our mutual activity arrived. I knew I had to sparkle and pop to get the attention of the people that mattered. I gave some thought as to what I should wear. I wanted to convey a sense of vulnerability and innocence to actually hide my inner dominant self. Showing the reality of my intent right at the beginning might spoil my plans. I had gone the extra mile to visit a hairdresser to add shine to my blond hair. After straightening it, I just let the long strands fall loosely on my shoulders. I framed my face with a few hair strands on the front and left a few more on my forehead. Innocence was achieved. And then I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be wrapped in a golden glow. I put on a gold and bronze flapper dress. I painted my nails and toenails gold. I smiled at myself for a moment and then made up my upper cleavage with a gold glitter gel. I looked like a golden sun disappearing into the night. I felt a dampness between my legs. Then I went for overkill. I took out a golden necklace and let it hang on my cleavage. I stood in front of the full length mirror and thought, 'Who wouldn't want me?' I took a piece of paper and put my goal for the evening on it, then put it in the multi coloured bottle that decorated my shelf. I made it specific; challenging. I knew if I played the game well, I would win, ...
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