Gracie's additional scene. (F/F) (Patreon)

Hi, guys, TAD here with a headache! I was preparing for work yesterday, changing into my work clothes when I hit my head against the open door of my locker. And with that, I mean I rammed my head so hard against it when I picked something up that had fallen to the ground that the skin on my head split open. So I had a pretty nasty cut from around three centimeters long that was bleeding, so that had to be glued together and meant I couldn't work.

So what other way to ease my mind (and my headache) than to share with all my lovely Patrons a teaser of the final additional scenes of the next release; that being Gracie! :D You guys know I love food-play by now, but what I love even more is femdom. Femdom is just perfection, in my opinion. Something about a female dominating a male (or another female in this case) is just arousing. Maybe it's because males are usually seen as physically stronger, so seeing the ''weaker'' female dominate a man turns me on.

Anyway, enough about me and my fetishes! I hope you guys will enjoy this little teaser just as much as I do! Gracie is cute and strong at the same time! Dominating is in her blood. Enjoy! :3

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When you visit Gracie this time, she's once again sitting by her hut with a familiar confidence in her grin, smiling simply at you as you come closer.

"Bored of the rest of the island already, [player name]?" she says as you wave hello, foregoing any proper greeting. "That's fine by me. What's on  your mind, hot stuff?"

[Hey to you too, Mistress. Feeling frisky?]   

 Gracie purses her lips and taps a paw to her chin, genuinely considering the offer... She's really thinking it over. She hums.

"Mmmm... no."

Aw, what? Except she's not done. Gracie holds her paw up and protrudes one stubby digit from it, waggling it back and forth at you, her grin  slimming low and sweet as a plot less kind seems to grow in her head.

''But—that's  no reason I can't help you with that, if that's how you feel. Just do exactly as I say, [player name]. You're going to, right? I know you are. So come here. Now."

[Uh... yes please.] 

Not that you'd ever say it so rudely, but that's just a dumb question. No shit you're going to do whatever she tells you. Hell yes.

You follow her instructions like a girl who already knows she needs to be  real, real good right now. You approach Gracie's seat with a conscious  effort on swaying your hips, already undressed to impress, baby.

Gracie looks you up and down, no protest for your pregame show. She leers. Despite how dirty that look is over her otherwise angelic face, her  voice is just as firm and dangerously sweet as she tells you, "Underwear  off. Now. You aren't going to need it anymore—maybe I'll even keep it, if you're very good."

[Oh, yes, Mistress!]

This girl's just full of good ideas! You slip your fingers around the clasp and straps and pull these bad girls off pronto. Who ever needed a bra, anyway? Okay, not the right question. Never mind. But you slip your bra off and ditch it wherever it falls, panties going next. You're not that concerned with a striptease.

Gracie's satisfied anyway. She sits up higher in her chair, her own legs still  crossed as she enjoys the look growing between yours.

"Good," she says. "That's close enough; stay right there and get on your knees, [player name]. I need to see you below me."

[You know the drill. Take yourself a sitdown.]

Knees it is. Not a problem. You crouch down and sit over your ankles, keeping your back straight and your hands on your thighs without yet dipping them anywhere untoward. You do know the drill. First comes permission.

"Not bad," Gracie says with the same wide grin, her dirty eyes glimmering  down at you. "I'm going to let you touch yourself, [player name]. And  you're going to do it exactly how I tell you to. That's not me asking—you are going to. And you'll speak when I say you can."

To  that, you don't say a damn word. But Gracie's got a few more: "No  gasping until I say it's allowed. No moaning. No panting. None of it. Keep all that in for me."

Chills. Now those lips of hers tip upward in a way that's downright sinister, and her next words are three separate breaths, quiet and knowing. Shivers itch down your spine before the whispers even escape her.

"Your finger. Just one. Slowly."

[Mouth shut, juices flowing. Get started.]

It's all you need to hear. You spread your knees apart some inches and slip just your middle finger down between them, nudging into your own folds in front of your sole audience of Gracie, watching your every motion. It's... you can't say it's not embarrassing. But your own touch inside yourself sends a warm, comfortable little jolt all through you already, and you just have to focus on clamping your lips shut, just—

Oh, god. She's really watching. Gracie's watching you. Not even doing  anything for herself, and she won't look away from you playing with your  own pussy. Not for anything. She sees everything, and you just... you have to keep going. That's the rule.

"Feels nice?" Gracie giggles, some cruel edge to the singsong of her voice.  "That's not permission to speak, though. Just keep going. Oh, spread your legs some more—I need a better view. Now, [player name]."

[Just... do what she says. Show yourself off.]

You part your knees further and show yourself off, juices dripping down your finger on full, shameful display. Right? Shameful? Gracie won't look away, and you're just—pushing deeper, but slow. Biting your lip. Clutching your other hand tighter over your leg. Slowly... she said slowly. Can't go too fast yet.

"Two fingers," Gracie says. There's no playing in her voice. Her gaze doesn't move. She says, "Don't speed up."

[Take a breath. Make some room.]

Easy for her to say, going this slow. It's already nearing torture.

But you slide your ring finger in beside your middle, two digits pressed  warm beside each other now in your tunnel. You have to hold back a sigh.  It's such a good squeeze. God, you're wet. Like it or not, you're gonna make a mess  right in front of Gracie. If you could just go a little faster, just...  make it a little better already... but you're not even allowed to ask  permission.

All you can look at is Gracie's eyes leering back into yours, watching all  the growing lust and anguish mix over your face. You can't hide your  blushing from her, the silent shaking in your wrist. You can't hide just  how easily she's broken you down into a puddle underneath her. How  truly unashamed you are to need more from her.

And Gracie merely leans her jaw over her paw while she watches. Are you  arousing her at all? She won't deign anything other than a cruel smirk as you blissfully suffer.

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Oh yes, isn't this just lovely? ;3 Imagine such a cute feline ordering you around, exactly commanding you how to masturbate, and you have to listen. Perfection! ^^

There are two types of femdom: the dominatrix kind of type who ties you up and leaves you no 'choice' in the matter as she does whatever she wants to you, or the kind where you simply listen and she makes you do all the hard work without ever getting physical. I enjoy the former more while my partner in crime, Veel, enjoys the latter more. It makes a perfect blend of different styles so everybody gets to enjoy it. :D

Next up more Rosie expressions! See you all there. :)

~TAD