He pretends to resist, but I got him.

"What, I have leverage over you," he said.

"Harlow c'mon," I said. "If you know about all of my fetishes, in such detail, you must have been looking at such things to."

I took initiative, and brushed his cock just ever so subtly with my hand, pulling him in closer to me.

"I bet you got really hard wearing those clothes and thinking about fucking me... but I think you wanted to be fucked like the little slut you are."

He let out a gasp and nodded.

"Oh, pretty girl," I said, my hand massaging his chest and tweaking a nipple, "I like having power over people, I'm going to enjoy this. Go get changed... and use the makeup in my dresser to get really sexy."

He took some time, so I decided to get nice and ready for him. I sat down in a chair and started stroking my cock, making up all sorts of scenarios.

He came back, shyly, looking like this: