By turning her king into her

After a deep breath, I strut out to the living room, wearing my outfit. Knee-high black leather fuck me boots, a black latex teddy, and a leather jacket with shoulder pads that add bulk to my figure. As for the toys I'm gonna use, I decide to keep them in a bag for later. As soon as he sees me, Damian drops his jaw, which is approval enough for me.

"You like what you see?" I ask.

"O-oh course... Miss-"

"Mistress. Mistress Amelia."

"Yes Mistress Amelia."

"Stand up."

Damian obeys my order, to which I smile.

"Now, do you think this robe is appropriate attire for a date with your Mistress?"

"I... Well..."

"Because it's not."

"Sorry Mistress Amelia."

"Take it off."

Damian reaches for the opening in his robe as I try and maintain my composure. I mean, it's only a moment I've been fantasizing about for years. Nothing major. Sure enough, what he reveals is nothing less than awe-inspiring. I mean, I'd seen him bare-chested in a few photos, but that's nothing like seeing it in real life, especially when he's fully nude. He's even hung like a horse, especially considering he's only semi-hard.

Trying my best to keep up my dominant facade, I say "Very impressive Damian. Good to see you keep in shape for your Mistress."

"Thank you, Mistress Amelia." He replies.

I walk forward and touch his growing hard-on. "You must be pretty proud of this one too, aren't you?"

"Uh, yes Mistress."

"Then again, size means nothing if you don't know how to use it." Although, if anyone's gonna have any practice, it'd be a rockstar like Damian.

"I-uhh certainly agree, Mistress."

I start circling him, much like a shark would its prey. He keeps facing forward as I say "You've had your fair share of practice with it, haven't you Damian?"

"Heh. You could say."

I slap his toned ass as I step behind him. "That's Mistress."

"Sorry Mistress."

"Makes me wonder why you have to pay for pussy."

"Well, I-"

"That wasn't a question," I interject, digging my foot into the back of his knee. He goes down to his knees so I circle back around and say "It wasn't a question, because I already know the answer. Pussy's routine. It's boring. You could go out and get all the pussy you want. Hell, you could swipe right on your couch and get it, couldn't you."

"I sure could... Mistress."

Smiling, I put my finger in his chin and look him in the eyes. "So tell me what you want?"

"I want you to dominate me, Mistress Amelia."

"Why?"

"Because it's not routine, Mistress."

"It's not, is it? You don't know what I'm gonna do next, do you?"

"No."