Femdom Dancing Queen Beat Down

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I was basically a Rockette today for one of my new callers.

Hey Melissa I think your profile is hot and you are beautiful. I’ve always wanted a Jewish Femdom stuck up Princess to fuck with my head. I would love to be physically and mentally dominated by you.
Aside from being crushed by those cute little ball-crushing feet, please tell me what you think of this hardcore domination role-play and if you approve I’ll call.
I’m a sexist chauvinistic male and you want to correct or eliminate that situation.
I see you at a club on the dance floor moving really well I get horny watching your sexy, flexible body bump and grind. I try to ply you with drinks and obnoxiously continue to attempt to convince you to leave with me. You get angry at my overbearing macho attitude but decide to allow me to dig my own grave. You flirt, seduce and then invite me to your hotel room for some private dancing. You have me stand up next a wall while you strip down to a two-piece yoga outfit and start dancing for me in your bare feet. I notice how you move gracefully like a ballerina and you can point your foot straight up in the air next to your head and spin around with perfect balance. You grind on me, teasing me with your flexibility and seductive moves and I get more and more excited thinking I’m going to have my way with you, whether you like it or not.

That’s when you switch personalities and become a sadistic dominatrix and begin delivering feminine but deadly spinning roundhouse kicks, jump kicks and sweeping crescent kicks and you work me over using my head for target practice. You force me to stand back up against the wall everytime you knock me down so you can do more damage with your graceful but lethal high kicks. Each time I look like I’ve had enough, you assume a sexy, feminine pose and demand that I look in your eyes and say that you are a superior female or you will do me. I beg for mercy but you just move around me seductively, gracefully lifting your foot in the air pointing your toes, spin around like a ballerina and and deliver more damaging kicks. You admire the damage you are doing to my head and ask me “who’s the boss?” and “say my name!” and brag about girl power.

You make me aware that I can not get away and force me to admire your feminine flexibility. I either admit girls are superior or you tease and torture me further until I’m destroyed. Can I call you today?”

I sashayed my way across the floor in my full on flowing rhinestone encrusted skin tight outfit and proceeded to kick the shit out of my dance floor douche bag. With some elegant twirls and taps he was knocked to the ground with grace and it all ended with him screaming “Princess Melissa” and leaving a messy puddle on the dance floor. Girls rule.

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