Although I love Jacob in his tatty little flat cap and most of my fantasies involve him being a total sub, there are times when Jacob puts on that scrumptious Outdoorsman outfit and when he enters the room with that top hat, long leather coat and cane, I know that it’s time for me to service Master Frye in every way he requests. He’ll sit down and beckon me to come forth and sit on his lap, his gloved hand sliding up the hem of my skirt as he checks to make sure I’m wearing stockings like he’s asked me to, and tells me I’m a good girl when he sees that I am. He sits there with that delicious smirk on his face as he watches me stroll around the room in front of him, his eyes fixated on my figure-hugging skirt and blouse clinging to my curves as I walk, before commanding that I slowly undress in front of him in a sultry striptease whilst he rubs himself through his trousers. I want very much just to pounce on him but I must do exactly as I’m told or Master Frye will not be pleased, so I slip off my skirt and bite my lip as Jacob gives a loud groan as I reveal my stunning black satin lingerie.

He extends the cane towards me, running the tip of it up my leg, his hazel eyes burning with lust. “On my lap, now,” he growls, as he undoes his trousers and pulls out his pulsating cock.

“Yes, Master Frye,” I purr, as I gladly oblige to his demand.

Confessed by @thank-god-its-fryeday