His fingers were rough from hard work and yet soft from good care. He was a mass of contradictions to her, strong and yet gentle, demanding and yet yielding to her needs. She felt very much like a toy...no. . . that wasn't right . . . like an instrument in his hands. Like he would play her and she would sing so sweetly for him. Only in his hands could she find her true potential.

As his hands slid down her body she trembled as though freezing but she had long since stopped feeling the shill of the air. Her body was on fire and ready to explode if that was his whim. He was his to create music with and in that role she was magnificent.

His fingers passed over her tight belly and she giggled at the tickle. She could feel him smiling at her. It was as though, his moods were palatable to her, she could feel them wash over her. She had amused him and she felt a thrill of accomplishment at doing so. She was, after all, here to amuse and to be used by him and in that role find her satisfaction. She was his.

His fingers traced over her body, touching her across the belly and around the sides. As they slid up her back her flesh was covered in goose bumps and a shiver of pleasure washed through her. As he slowly traced down her back and onto her ass she could feel a heat burning within her pussy that she was sure would set the water on her skin to steam.

Feminization is only pretend until you have been fucked by a strap on

Yes fuck me hard!