Dominating The Poker Room

Hello my little cuckolds, sissies, strokers, and pets!

Some of you know that my latest fetish has been poker.  I can’t believe it took me this long to discover this new way to dominate a room.  But of course, it seems that I come by it naturally:)..

Poker is such a sexy game.  Especially for someone like me.  I went to a poker game the other night at the house of one of my lady friends.  We were the only two women there, and of course, the men underestimated us.  Those silly little fools!  They had no idea that such sweet little women could be so aggressive, dominant and cruel.  But then, they never do.  And I love to be the woman to educate them!***giggle****.

Those little worms thought they were so macho, so in control, so smart.  Little did they know that I was smarter.  My pretty little lips just smiled as I bullied them into submission.  At first they thought it was beginner’s luck, but I knew their every move before they made it, I knew what they were holding, and I knew that I had them.  As with any typically macho game where ladies find themselves involved–especially, a goddess like me–some sexist comments were thrown out, some lustful looks, some bad pick up lines.  I told them, “if you feel humiliated and emasculated at the poker table, you don’t even want to know what I would do to you in the bedroom!”  They laughed, and so did I, because they had no idea that I was dead serious.  A part of me likes to be underestimated at first.  I love a challenge and it makes it so much sweeter to see them on their knees begging my mercy.

My girlfriend and I really cleaned up.  By the end of the night, it was heads up between us.  For such a cute, petite girl, she was in reality a huge and ferocious shark.  But I am a tigress.  I pounced, and I won.  She played an excellent game, and despite her loss she has my deepest respect, which is more than I can say for those shame faced men, who just looked on while I took their money like petulant little babies! 

At the end of the night, my pockets full of their money, I promised them a rematch.  Those pathetic little fools actually think they have a chance of winning their money back!  I told them I would return the following week on one condition:  After I gave them a second chance to give me even more money, we would play a round of strip poker.  Then we’ll really see who’s dominant!  They just stared at my cleavage, my round little ass, and agreed immediately.  Silly little babies!  They won’t see any of my gorgeous body.  And if what they’re holding in their pants is comparable to the cards they held at the poker game, I have a feeling I’ll be leaving with more than their money next time–I’ll be leaving with their dignity.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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