FK - Amelie

Amelie comes out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying herself absently. She’s naked and dripping. No fancy lingerie, no bondage gear. You’ve seen her naked a few times now, but it never stops taking your breath away. What kind of genes does it take to have a body like this? It just doesn’t seem realistic.

You don’t care. Your erection strains against your catsuit, and you keep those hands up as she approaches.

She joins you at the window without a word, still drying her body and not worrying about her wet hair. She gazes out at the city, unconcerned that anyone might see her.

Minutes go by before she finally looks at you. Her expression softens. She likes what she sees, and reaches out to tenderly stroke your cheek.

No prep, no costume… she hasn’t planned anything tonight. She’s making up her domination as she goes. It’s not like her, and it shows how hard she’s working. You like the feel of her warm hand on your cheek.

Of course, even when she’s winging it lazily, Amelie is a masterful dom.

“Do as I do,” she commands in her sexy accent.

You obediently move beside her, mimicking her position. She does this sometimes, challenging your body and willpower with these exercises. She sits on the floor, and you match her. She walks her bare feet up the window, and you jealously hope that nobody out there has a telescope, because this would be a view for the ages. Once her body is at a right angle, she lifts her hips and torso off the ground, arched against the window. For her, it’s an effortless show of grace and beauty.

For you, it’s a cruel core exercise that strains your shoulders and leaves you looking at the room upside-down.

“Stay,” she says, rolling gracefully to her feet.

You stare, lightheaded and in a lot of discomfort, upside down at her nude form striding away. Your arms quiver as you watch her unroll her yoga mat.

She never looks like she’s hurrying. You use all of your self-control to keep from making a noise of pain as she goes through a few poses, taking her time and breathing deeply. She’s trying to relax. You wish that you could. She’ll take care of you even if you fail this test, but you’ll enjoy it more if you succeed. You clench your jaw and stay strong, even though it’s killing you. Half is your abs and arms, and the other half is your cock.

Amelie is overpoweringly arousing when she does yoga wearing clothes. Doing it totally nude? There’s a stain on your catsuit from all the precum, and your cock is genuinely giving the fabric a hard time. It’s getting so hard that it wants to tear free.

Maybe it’s luck, or maybe she can sense when you’re at a breaking point. She gets up and walks over, bending to pull you away from the window and basically lift you to your feet. She’s taller than you and extremely strong for having such a soft, womanly figure. You’ve always admired that.

She gently sets you down and you’re face to face, looking up at her, her nude body up against yours in your catsuit.