Mistress Cordelia welcomes you to your first FemDom session with a kind of searing confidence you have never before encountered in your lifetime. You have spent weeks chatting online, working up the confidence to book your first session and making all the necessary arrangements. Mistress Cordelia stands at just over 5 feet tall, even with Her heels on, but She radiates a captivating and commanding energy that makes you *want* to obey and please Her. She assures you that your first session will be simple enough, She wishes to test your stamina and self control with some orgasm control while She inquires more into your kinks, fetishes and personal life. The moment you begin stroking in the presence of Her feminine power, you feel your mind weaken and your focus start to slide. She cheerfully saunters across the room, instructing you on speed and intensity while She begins to question you. It feels natural and pleasurable to answer Her honestly, watching Her eyes light up as She takes mental notes and analyzes your responses. Mistress Cordelia jokes about how naive and forthcoming some submissives can be, and how even you were foolish enough to contact Her from your personal social media page… but of course you have nothing to worry about. Your Mistress leads you deeper into more intense edging as She continues to quiz you, innocence ringing through Her voice, but you can’t help but notice the way Her eyes are beginning to dance devilishly everytime you dare to meet Her gaze. She tells you it’s time to test out a simple trust exercise and commands you to cover your eyes for a brief moment, warily you obey, still so eager to please Her and entirely under Her spell. When you open your eyes, nothing appears to have changed and you assume it was just a test of obedience, urged to continue stroking fast and hard by your Mistress, so you don’t have much time to ponder. You notice through your horny helpless haze that Her tone and body language have ever so slightly shifted, suddenly you feel more like prey than a simple stroking submissive. She bends forward to meet your gaze and you can't help but sneak a glance at Her perky tits that are spilling up over Her corset, lifting your eyes to meet Her own, burning blue. Mistress Cordelia launches into a wicked diatribe, smirking as She watches your crumble. She has met many weak willed sneaky men like you, so forthcoming with all the little details of your life and the wife that is far too good for a loser pervert like you. She reminds you that She never made you do anything, and there are no rules to how She chooses to manipulate you. It’s not Her fault that you reached out to a dangerous and dazzling dominatrix, that you so willingly shared such sensitive information. She points behind Her to a phone you hadn’t noticed Her place, perfectly positioned to film you. Your new Mistress cannot hide Her delight as She details all the ways She will ruin your life and your marriage without a second thought, all the while She insists you continue stroking. It is unnerving how She obviously thinks so much more highly of your lovely sweet wife than you, She is almost eager for you to fuck up and give Her the opportunity to liberate Her from your pathetic partner ship, however She promises to keep your filthy little secret as long as you commit to doing anything and everything She wants… forever.