A Dominatrix version of your Mom!?

The ink continues to flow upward. Parts stay reflective while others become more flesh like as a VERY female form comes to life before you. Thick soled boots take form. Fishnet stockings cover firm legs. Your gaze continues upward...Tight hotpants reflect the light sinfully as the figure begins to shift her hips in a casual stretch. She is standing ass toward you and the view couldn't be more fantasic.

"God, you're perfect.." you mutter to your self. Your eyes hungrily take in the newly formed bra easily seen under a mesh top. Her arms reach up, pulling first to one side, then the other. A small moan echos through the cave as she lightly rocks her head to loosen up. Her scarlet hair pours over her toned shoulders. Fingerless opera length gloves encase her arms as she fingercombs her luscious locks. She turns her head to look at you over her shoulder, "Oh no..." you mutter to yourself as you recognize the sultry figure before you.

"Robby, Robby. You are on your own for ten minutes and you're already up to your old emo-boy tricks!" She bends over at the waist to pick up your notebook. You can't help but watch the shiny shorts sink deep into her perfect ass. The near-painful bulge in your pants loves what you see even if your mind is still tripping over the fact that Your Mom stole the figure of your dream girl!

"Mom...I....I d-don't..." you stammer out. Her hand whips back as a riding crop forms in her grip. She slices through the air quickly and slaps you across the face with the tip of the crop. The sound and sudden sting makes all the blood in your body race, mostly to your raging erection.

"I am not your mother you sorry emo-boy, I AM what you need to get your sorry ass in gear loser!" Her booted foot forcefully knocks you backwards by hitting your shoulder. Gazing up at her you see her snarl. She's not your mom, but she sure looks like a wet dream version of her.

"This, is mine until you get your shit together. If you even can." She gestures with the book then brings it to her torso. The book pushes easily inside her. Her eyes close as she moans and her entire form ripples briefly.

"Mmm, such power. It feels...so good." Her fingers run up to her breasts, squeeze, then caress downward to her smooth and shiny hotpants. She traces needful fingers along the top edge of the shorts, then plunges them lower craving more. Breathing out in a content sigh she smiles to herself. "So much better than being sketches on a page."

Her gaze flicks up to meet yours. An eyebrow raises as she stares you down. "Now, how to motivate a sorry soul like you..."

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