Reader, this curvy mistress has gone worldwide, and she has something steamy for you this summer.

Why this Indian mistress went worldwide

My submissive date had been visiting me for quite a while on his business trips to London. We would indulge in incredible evenings connecting over our shared interest in gourmet food, playfully laughing and tenderly caressing each other. The best part of the night would be when my nurturing demeanour would take a kinky turn – I’d kiss him, pin him down, and then take loving control …

However, it was getting increasingly difficult to schedule time together. The value of our connection deepening over years of spending weekends away is that we wanted more than just rushed moments squeezed into the calendar. We agreed that being away from everyday commitments would give us the luxury of time, to fully immerse in our real desires. And perhaps, even create a separation from our daily selves, allowing us to explore kink as we really fantasised about. And so, we arranged a week long FMTY.

What a kinky BBW travel companion gets up to

We chose Sicily, for its sun, sea, and delectable cuisine. It was wonderful to spend the day walking by the sea, and splitting arancini. He commented that my warm, calming demeanour hadn’t changed a bit since I last saw him.

It was when the sun was starting to set that we decided to play. I changed into my favourite black robe, and reclined on our bed. The air was warm with the sea, and our desire. When I softly kissed his head, and instructed him to kneel at my feet. he did so, slightly quivering. I raised my stockinged foot, and traced it up and down his trouser seam. I felt him stiffen. Then, I raised it even higher, tracing the buttons on his shirt. As I reached his mouth, he leaned forward just a little, thinking he might be able to suck on my toes.

That’s when I firmly instructed him to lean over the bed – and spanked him with the sole of my heels. “You’re in my control. You’ll touch my feet when I command. Do you understand?” He was quite red by the time he could choke out, “yes, mistress”. I laughed as I spanked him, relishing in the fun of it all. When I judged he’d had enough, I turned him around, so he was sitting in between my legs, enveloped amongst my firm curves. That was when I started to caress, stroke, and tease him …

Our holiday ended with secrets I can’t share, but you must imagine a man being underneath this curvy mistress, and very very happy. I can’t wait for you to be just as happy.

Cleo x