Maria’s Private Quarters

Maria sat on the couch in her black suit, fully clothed. Peter stood before her in nothing but tight briefs—he’d stripped at her command: “Take off your clothes, Peter. I want to see how much you’ve grown.” He blushed crimson but complied. His young, muscled body contrasted sharply with her formal attire—pure CFNM.

Maria crossed her legs and spoke softly yet firmly: “Come closer, good boy.” Peter stepped forward, his cock already straining the fabric. She reached out, stroking it through the briefs. “Look how eager you are. But remember—I decide when and how.” She unzipped her pants just enough for him to glimpse that she remained fully dressed—power firmly in her hands.

Peter dropped to his knees like an obedient servant. Maria ran her fingers through his hair: “You love me, don’t you? Say it.” His voice shook: “Yes, Maria. I love you. I’ll do anything you want.” She laughed—a maternal yet commanding sound. She laid him on the floor and pressed the heel of her shoe lightly against his chest. “Tonight, you’re mine. No clothes, no control.”