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Femdom Jail
(Scarlett Steele)

"Fuck it's insanely hot" Kate utters while her bikini clad reflection glares back at her.



Kate adjusts her black bra into a slightly more comfortable position. The flimsy material struggling to contain the fullness and weakening under the weight of her wild breasts. The busty young domme smiles back at herself as she twirls and sizes up her hourglass figure. Eyeing her black panties wrapped snugly around her shapely ass. 



The sun bears down in her bedroom, threatening to burn hotter and for longer. On a quiet Wednesday afternoon, the heat has picked up quickly and attacked the residents of Boston without warning. Taking the population by surprise. 



Light sounds float through the air of Kate's ground floor flat filling each room with pleasurable tones of classical music gently pumping from from her laptop, popping out her favourites as the young Domme kicks her feet back and relaxes on her day off. 



Under the force of the unrelenting heat, the need to stay hydrated throughout the day becomes ever more important. Kate has stripped down to her bare underwear to cool herself as much as possible without walking around the flat stark naked. 



She saunters towards the kitchen and grabs herself a glass, fixing herself a refreshing serving of cool lemonade vodka. 



The sweet scent of strawberry invades her senses as the fruit hovers around her nostrils and clouds the air around her. Kate inhaling the gentle aroma as she clips a couple of ice cubes into the glass of crushed strawberries. 



The young Domme has planned to hit the town's trendiest nightclub with her fellow University student Dommes Rachel and Tanya. Eagerly hunting in search of a submissive man or two to break into. Someone whom they can aimlessly lead down the path of eventual sexual gratification, lapping for release at the hands of the smoking hot gang of girls. Only to be hit with a stark revelation towards the end, that the men they will be surrendering their bodies for the girl's pleasure, at which point. It's too late to turn back. 



It's a regular ritual Kate and her busty young friends partake in. They home in and isolate a young man, someone who believes they are about to strike it rich with the trio of beauties. In an unspoken moment. The tables are flipped and so is his body as he submits every inch of his body for the girl's violation. 



Kate takes a sip and the vodka slowly dances across her tongue, teasing her taste buds with their gentle patter as they each their way towards the back of her mouth. The soft vodka kisses are followed by a soothing cold gush as the cool ice washes down her throat. 



There is a sudden noise from the back of Kate's kitchen. Almost like someone fumbling over a few steps. Kate quietly pops her glass down and maneuvers towards the kitchen window. The sounds appeared to come from the back of the garden. The neighbourhood Kate moved into a coupe of years ago was not known for trouble. But you never know.