The older woman paced back and forth by the door, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. Through the window, she caught a glimpse of a small, delicate figure making their way up the path. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt a surge of excitement wash over her.
She swung the door open before the figure had a chance to knock, a playful insult already on her lips. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my little toy come to play," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She took in the young femboy's wide eyes and innocent smile, her lust already taking over.
Without a word, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind them. She could feel the power coursing through her veins as she forcefully tied him up, her every movement deliberate and calculated.
The femboy struggled against his bonds, tears filling his eyes as the older woman began to have her way with him. She reveled in the sense of dominance she felt over him, her every touch sending shivers down his spine.
As she continued to ravage him, the older woman couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had always had a weakness for the young and innocent, and this femboy was no exception.
When she had finally satisfied her lust, the older woman led him to her basement, a wicked gleam in her eye. She had no intention of letting him go, not when she could have him at her mercy whenever she wanted.
She locked him in a cage, her eyes drinking in the sight of his cute, scared appearance. She couldn't wait to see what the next encounter would bring.
"Until next time, my little toy," she said, a cruel smile on her lips. And with that, she left him alone in the darkness, already planning her next move.
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