Interview (2)

Blushing, his skin turning crimson, Profile no. 1082 stammered, "What's next?"

Milane, fully absorbed in her dominatrix role, responded with a mixture of sternness and amusement, "Are you retarded?"

Profile no. 1082 was taken aback by her blunt question. "What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

Milane, reveling in her newfound power, continued, "I instructed you to undress yourself. Why are you still wearing your briefs?"

A mischievous thought crossed Milane's mind as she channeled her inner Lucas, enjoying the role of scrutinizer and demander. She couldn't help but find a strange pleasure in this new dynamic.

Mocking him with a playful tone, she taunted, "Are you shy? Feeling ashamed standing naked in front of me?"

Profile no. 1082's confusion turned to frustration, as he grappled with the conflicting emotions of vulnerability and a desire to prove himself. His fingers tightened around the waistband of his briefs, as if seeking comfort and protection in this moment of exposure.

Milane leaned back, savoring the mental struggle he was experiencing. She relished in the power she held over him, knowing that she had the ability to push him beyond his comfort zone.

But just as Milane was reveling in his hesitation, Profile no. 1082 mustered his courage and said, "Wait..."

He slowly pulled down his briefs, exposing himself fully to the camera.

Milane gulped looking at his magnificent size even when not erected. She swallowed hard and composed herself, " Now, tell me about yourself."

Milane couldn't help but admire Profile no. 1082's muscular body. The sight of his magnificent size, even in its unaroused state, made her gulp.

Profile No.1082 shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of her gaze on his exposed body. A mix of embarrassment and excitement flooded his senses, causing his cheeks to flush even deeper. He tried to hide his bodily reactions, awkwardly adjusting his posture to cover himself with his hands.

Milane couldn't help but notice the growing swell at Profile No.1082's lower body, a clear sign of his arousal.

"Was he aroused just because he was stared at? How cute.", she thought to herself.

She found it both amusing and enticing, but quickly composed herself, maintaining her dominant demeanor.

"Now, tell me about yourself," she demanded, her voice firm and authoritative.

Profile no. 1082, still feeling the lingering effects of his embarrassment, struggled to regain his composure. He coughed and cleared his throat, attempting to shift the focus away from his physical reactions. "I'm a scientist and businessman, with two companies. Currently, I'm working on..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Milane interrupted him, dismissing his professional accomplishments with a flick of her hand.

"Shut up," she asserted, cutting him off. "I'm not interested in all of that. I want to know about your deepest sexual desires and fantasies."

Profile no. 1082's face turned two shades redder, his embarrassment reaching new heights. The directness of her question caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless. He stammered, struggling to find the right words to respond.

Milane, relishing in his discomfort, couldn't help but find amusement in his reaction. She leaned forward, her eyes fixed on him, intensifying the power dynamics of the interview.

"You're getting even more flustered," she remarked with a sly smile. "How intriguing."

Profile no. 1082 felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through his veins. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and mustering the courage to respond.

Profile no. 1082's face turned even redder as Milane pressed further, probing into his lack of sexual experience and fantasies. His voice wavered as he admitted, "I... have no sexual experience."

Milane's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You mean you're a virgin? A cherry boy?" she questioned, her tone laced with disbelief. "And what about your sexual fantasies or kinks?"

He coughed and cleared his throat, feeling increasingly uncomfortable under Milane's scrutinizing gaze. "I don't have any," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Milane leaned closer to the screen, her presence becoming more dominant and intimidating. In a stern tone, she demanded, "I don't like lies. Tell me the truth. Have you never had any sexual fantasies at all? Have you never watched pornography? What do you imagine when you masturbate?"

His discomfort grew, and he murmured, "I don't."

"What? I can't hear you! Are you asking your master to strain her ears just to catch what you're saying?" Milane snapped, her frustration evident.

Frustrated and feeling cornered, he mustered up the courage to shout, "I DON'T HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE! I NEVER MASTURBATE!"

Milane chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Are you a weirdo?" she teased.

Milane's lips curled into a playful smile, her dominant nature kicking into high gear. She leaned in closer to the screen, her eyes locked with his. "Well, my innocent kitty," she purred, "as your master, it's my duty to guide and teach you. Consider it a unique opportunity to explore new territories."

Protesting, he defended himself, "I know how to! It's just that I don't feel the need to do so."

Milane scrutinized him with a raised eyebrow. "Are you sure?" she questioned, her tone challenging.

"Then, show me," she continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Show me how you do it."

Profile no. 1082 was taken aback by Milane's audacious request. The thought of performing such an intimate act in front of a stranger sent a wave of nervousness and excitement coursing through his body. His mind raced, his thoughts jumbled, as he tried to gather the courage to comply with her command.

Milane's eyes widened, her hungry stares radiating through the screen. Her voice, low and commanding, filled the room. "Go on, start now," she urged, her words dripping with anticipation. "Stroke it, rub it. Do whatever brings you pleasure."

Profile No. 1082 hesitated, his fingers hovering over his growing swell. The weight of Milane's intense gaze felt suffocating, as if she were not merely across the computer screen but right there with him, watching his every move. Embarrassment tinged with excitement coursed through his veins, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts.

Feeling paralyzed by the intensity of the moment, Profile no. 1082 froze. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, accompanied by a discerning sigh from Milane.

Profile no. 1082 felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration wash over him. He couldn't believe he was struggling with something so basic. Milane's disappointment was palpable through the screen, intensifying the pressure he felt.

With a sigh, Milane decided to take matters into her own hands. She leaned closer to the camera, her voice dripping with authority. "Fine, if you can't do it yourself, I will guide you," she instructed.