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Kitty’s Little ShowOff Game

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It all started in college, when I was dating several different jock-type guys, and I had one bad experience after another. All of them seemed to want only one thing! I know it’s a cliche, and even though I was kind of expecting them to act like that, I was truly surprised at the extent to which these cocky guys would go to in order to have their way with me, so to speak.

The main reason I knew they might be like that was that I was fully aware of my well developed figure at that point, since I had already blossomed into quite an attractive young lady. I had long, wavy blonde-highlighted hair, and very cute exotic Barbie-doll facial features, with big, baby blue eyes and full pouty lips. I was already quite voluptuous but not overweight, with curvy hips, a round, plump ass and a small waist.

But my best feature was my chest – I already had a larger bust than most of the girls in my university. And by the time I was a sophomore, I was already getting all kinds of attention from boys, most of which I didn’t know quite what to do with…yet…

Meanwhile, as I was dating some of the popular jocks in school, I also began getting attention from some of the less popular nerdy guys, and the way they treated me was very different. They were nervous and shy, and they didn’t seem to know how to ask me out or make any kind of advances on me.

This behavior quickly started to have a certain appeal for me, especially in contrast to the way the jock-types were treating me. I liked the feelings of empowerment it afforded me, and it didn’t take long before I discovered exactly how much power I had over these shy boys…

There was just something about taking control of my interpersonal relations with guys that excited me, and I found that the passive nature of these socially awkward guys provided a definite thrill for me. And with a little coaching from some of the older, more experienced girls in my school, I quickly learned how to act in a flirty and suggestive way, and the rest, as they say, is history…

It was during that time that I began to discover the pleasures of sexual teasing. As I got more and more fed up with the jocks trying to use me for their selfish needs, I began encouraging the shier boys to ask me out on dates. But when they did, I made it kind of…well, you know, hard on them, so to speak. And it didn’t take long before I was instinctively playing lots of little games with them.

What kind of games, you ask? Well…I wasn’t even fully aware of it and I didn’t talk about it openly with any of these poor boys, but a pattern began to develop – basically, me playing hard to get at the same time as being very encouraging and suggestive with them. I didn’t even realize exactly what I was doing, or how to put a name to it, but I knew one thing for sure – I liked it!

As I began to get more and more comfortable with the role I was playing, I also began sharing my encounters with other girls I knew, some of whom were already getting into more hardcore prick teasing. Some of them were being outright manipulative and deceptive, sometimes mean even, and that style of teasing just didn’t hold much appeal for me.

But I listened and learned from their adventures, some of which started to really turn me on, and I began to incorporate some of their little tips and tricks into my own style of seduction and stimulation…

Now, as I think about it, I could dedicate an entire set of stories to all my teasing fun and games in college, and who knows, maybe I will!

But the particular encounter I’m about to describe happened a little later, when I was in my mid-20’s, and by that time I had become quite the experienced little cock tease. I had also begun to see how teasing men could involve certain elements of mild female domination. The suggestion of sex, or just good old fashioned flirting was quickly becoming a simply delightful way to take control of a guy.

Yes indeed, I had learned exactly how to tantalize and titillate men, and after that I could use their arousal to make them do what I wanted…whatever I wanted, in fact!

I had remained friends with some of the girls I learned so much about prick teasing from, and the topic of being a tease had now started to become more openly discussed, not just escort bahçelievler between us girls, but also with some of my male friends. Instead of the derogatory definition of the term “cock tease”, there was now a consensual agreement between interested sexual partners, one where teasing was the whole point of the encounter, and that was the only thing that was going to happen.

Imagine that – finding sex partners to NOT have sex with – why was it that the idea of that excited me to no end?

In any case, at one point I decided to go ahead and place an ad on a locally-based alternative sexuality website, announcing the fact that I was a very attractive dominant female with a particular interest in exploring cock teasing, and that I was looking for a passive/submissive male to play sexual games with.

I described myself perfectly as the typical guy’s absolute busty blonde dream girl fantasy, but I also made it very clear that sex was NOT on the menu. What WAS on the menu was a very carefully controlled teasing scenario, orchestrated by me and only me, and that any sincere and truly interested guys should introduce themselves and express their desires.

The ad also included a few pics of myself, dressed in some very seductive and revealing stripper/hooker style getups, which I knew would do the trick.

Sure enough, I received an immediate deluge of interested parties, but I weeded most of them out right away. They were either guys trying to get into my pants by pretending to be what I wanted, or ones that were into the darker, more masochistic side of domination. Neither of these types interested me, but there were a few other guys that intrigued me, and one in particular really got my attention.

He formally introduced himself and immediately complimented me genuinely, saying that I was quite simply the most incredibly sexy and gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. Not a bad place to start, I thought to myself!

He went on to talk about himself a little, saying that he was highly educated and had some experience with alternative sexuality, and that he had played around with some FemDom roleplaying with a girlfriend or two.

But the idea of a consensually arranged and agreed upon role play scenario involving sensual and seductive cock teasing was fascinating to him, and he confessed that after discovering my ad and seeing the way I presented myself, he had already begun fantasizing about meeting me. He was cute in an intellectual kind of way, and I found his physical stature appealing somehow, since he was below average in height and had a very petite physique. In fact, I started feeling dominant and controlling toward him right away!

He was so cautious and seemed nervous as he proceeded to say that he would like to allow me to take control of him in whatever ways I wanted. He was simply presenting himself to me with no expectations or presumptions about anything, and that really excited me. Yes, he was ripe for the picking, and I decided almost immediately to pluck him and have some kinky fun with him!

Still, I was in no particular hurry, so I toyed with him for several weeks, suggesting times for him to come see me and then cancelling, stringing him along and delighting in the way he was eating right out of the palm of my hand. He was so respectful, never resenting my rejections or even questioning me as I dangled him from string, until finally I invited him over my suburban home and allowed the time to arrive without changing my mind.

For this initial encounter I knew that my appearance and choice of attire would be very important, and my mind reeled with the possibilities of what to wear and exactly how to present myself. I could do a skimpy bikini to go lounge at my pool with him, or one of my slutty stripper getups…or, perhaps a full-on Dominatrix outfit would be good for the occasion…

Thinking about what to wear was turning me on, as I knew he’d be a total sucker for me no matter what. I had just gotten my hair and makeup done at my favorite salon, and as I perused my dressing room for different outfits I finally decided on a very simple, sexy and revealing “streetwalker” getup.

I picked out a baby pink stretchy angora tube-top, embroidered with sparkly escort balgat rhinestones, and I pulled it down over my large, firm breasts. Lots of girls couldn’t wear this top without a bra, but my perky tits stuck straight out and I admired how the top held them in place but still allowed lots of wiggly-jiggly bouncy motion. As I swayed my breasts back and forth, the fluffy angora tickled my nipples and they got erect instantly. Perfect! I dangled a couple different gold-charm necklaces down over my big boobs to attract attention to them as well.

Then I selected a hot pink spandex miniskirt, pulling it up my legs and squirming my big hips into it, adjusting it to my liking. It wasn’t particularly short, covering most of my thighs (I sometimes wear obscenely short ones, especially for private teasing encounters), but it could be adjusted shorter by folding over the hem on the top. Hmm….now there’s an idea!

Next I wrapped a shiny gold belt around my waist, attaching it on one side of my hips and letting the extra length dangle straight down over the side my skirt. And the finishing touch to this simple seductive outfit was a pair of pink stripper heels, open-toed sandals which I slipped on to my pretty feet with tiny little straps that tied around my ankle. I just love wearing those kinds of spike heels; they’re just such perfect shoes for teasing!

I was almost ready for the day’s little activity, except for a couple finishing touches, that is. I checked my watch and it was almost time for my guy to arrive, so I fluffed up my long blonde hair, brushing it out and letting it fall down my back almost to my ass. And I freshened up my sexy makeup, adding some juicy glistening wet lip gloss to my lips as I primped and posed in a full length mirror, admiring myself and knowing full well that this poor guy stood no chance of resisting my whims with this kind of presentation of myself.

The timing was perfect, since I had made it clear he was to be on time. So I strutted out my front door and stood at the entrance to my garden, resting my hands on either side of the gate and shifting my weight onto one leg, throwing my big hips to the side…and sure enough, I watched as he drove up my driveway, parked and got out.

My eyes were locked on his as he approached me, and I simply smiled a little as he gazed back at me without saying a word.

“Kitty?” he said, his voice full of uncertainty and nervousness. I just smiled a little more, not responding any more than that…I was instantly feeling in complete control, and not saying anything to him established a sense of that right away. It felt wonderful!

I pouted my lips a bit and widened my eyes as I looked right at him…

With the way I was dressed and the pose I was holding, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist peeking at my body as he got closer, and as expected, I watched as his eyes moved down my figure and then back up, moving over my legs, my hips and breasts. As his eyes fixated on each part of me, I displayed it for him brazenly, moving it around a bit, putting on a little show for him right away…

I knew he would feel embarrassed after he looked back into my eyes and realized I’d been observing him watch me…and sure enough, his face turned red as he stared into my eyes and opened his mouth, trying to react or respond but not being able to get the words out. I glared at him, letting him know he was busted, and I knew I had I him right where I wanted him already. He knew it too, and I loved it!

Instead of saying anything just yet, I just kept smiling broadly and shifted my weight a little from one side to the other as he approached. My large tits jiggled gently inside my tight top as I rested my weight on my other hip, then I slowly shifted myself back to the pose I started in. He just kept looking right at me as he continued to get closer…

Finally he was standing right in front of me, and I instantly noticed how I was considerably taller than him in my high heels, so much so that my big tits were almost right in his face. He couldn’t have been more than 5’6″ or so, and I’m 5’10” without heels, so in my 6-inch stilettos I was almost a foot taller…oh my god did I feel like a total Amazon goddess towering over him like that!

“Hi escort batıkent honey!” I finally said sweetly with a big smile as I pushed my tits out at him, and I giggled as I held out my hand, not like a handshake, but more like a Princess wanting him to kiss it. I didn’t use his name, instead choosing to address him with one of my favorite “pet names”, a technique I have come to enjoy using to objectify and depersonalize all my little loveslaves…

He obliged me, still looking into my eyes as he softly took my hand and lifted it up toward his lips. I smiled even more broadly at him, noticing how he was trembling a little as he felt my soft feminine hand in his. He seemed entranced by my long, shiny pink fingernails also, which I found exciting as well as I watched his eyes fixate on them.

I allowed him to bring my hand up close to his lips, but right when he was about to kiss it, I softly pulled it away without explanation, giggling playfully.

And then I just stated, matter-of-factly, “We’ll get started in just a minute, but I was just about to walk down to the corner store, so maybe you could come with me and help carry some things back for me!”

And I paused to let the suggestive and controlling nature of my proposal sink in for a second, and just as he started to agree, I interrupted him and continued, “But first I’d like to ask your opinion on something…I just got these sexy new shoes, and the heels are a little high for me! I’ve been practicing walking in them, and I’d like to know what you think, okay?”

Without waiting for a response I simply walked right past him, making sure he caught a whiff of the seductive perfume I was wearing. He took a sharp breath in as I strutted by him, inches away from his body. My soft hair brushed against his face as I tossed it to one side, and he turned his head to watch me as I took a few steps away from him.

He couldn’t help but notice the sexy, slinky way I moved by body in my slutty spike heels, and believe me, this situation was quite familiar to me at this point, since I have subjected many tease subjects to this kind of brazen sexual display of feminine pulchritude.

I spun around and beckoned him toward me with a wink, tossing my hair to one side again and continuing to strut away from him. To my delight, he followed without speaking, and the moment I noticed that, I turned my head back away from him, knowing I had his full attention.

The sight of me from behind was tantalizing I’m sure, and I knew that watching such a gorgeous girl strutting along in front of him would be turning him on. His eyes moved down my body, over my long blonde hair, and focused on my ass. It would soon be crystal clear that he was a complete sucker for my hot little ass, and I would simply adore using it to take advantage of him, make him weak, and make him….MINE!

It wiggled as I walked, each butt cheek bouncing up and down with every step I took, and I glanced back at him again briefly, observing the blank look on his face as I led him down to the end of my driveway. His eyes moved down to my sexy shoes, and he observed the way my pretty feet were all perched up high on the open-toe open-heel platforms…all dressed up, but undressed at the same time.

His eyes began to move back up my body, over my legs and ass, and back onto my long hair as it swayed gently. Suddenly I stopped and looked back at him, ignoring the way he was ogling me, and I pointed at my mailbox and said, “Could you grab my mail for me, sweetie?”

Ooo, it’s such a turn on making guys do little things for me like that, it’s like a little test to see if he’ll obey, and I knew from experience that most guys, especially guys like him, absolutely love that kind of thing…

He went to get it, and as he closed the lid and turned back around he noticed that I’d started strutting back toward my garden, and he practically fell over himself as he walked toward me quickly, trying to catch up to me.

Again I looked back at him as I stopped walking and I glanced back over my shoulder to ask, “So, what do you think? Do you like the way I look when I’m walking in these high heels? And….I’m not sure, but maybe this skirt isn’t quite short enough…perhaps I should fold the hem over a couple times so that it rides up my legs a bit more! What do you think??”

I didn’t even care whether he answered these questions or not…they were meant as a tease, to excite him and turn him on. And they were so bold and suggestive, he just stood there speechless for a moment with his mouth open…

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