Meeting the Mistress

You are in a darkened room, lit only by the light of a single candle.  There is a presence in the room that you can sense, but not see.  On your knees by a leather covered chair, you don’t dare move.

A woman clad in curve hugging black satin walks slowly into your view, wearing thigh high black leather boots and carrying what looks to you like a whip with several laces made of suede, also in black.  The only color in her outfit is the elbow length hot pink satin gloves that encase her entire arms.  You shiver slightly as you wonder just what this woman has in mind.

She stands directly in front of you, tapping the handle of the whip against the palm of her satin covered hand.

“Did I tell you that you could look up?” she demands in a voice tinged with just the slightest hint of steel.  Quickly bowing your head you whisper hoarsely, “No mistress-I apologize.”

“Good, you recognize who is in fact the one in charge here-I am correct?”
 
“Yes mistress, ” you reply.
 
“And whose room is this?”
 
“Yours, mistress.”
 
“And who owns everything in this room?”
 
“You do mistress.”
 
“And you will do whatever I tell you to do, is that correct?”
 
“Yes mistress,” you reply, although you are feeling just the slightest bit nervous at what the Mistress might have in mind for you next.
 
“Stand up and remove your clothes,” your Mistress demands.
 
You hurriedly stand up and do exactly that.
 
‘Now get down on your hands and knees,” she says as you obey.
 
She walks behind you and leans down slightly so that she can whisper to you in a voice filled with erotic tension, “You know why you are here?”
 
“Yes mistress-I need to be punished…”
 
“That you do indeed, ” she replies.  Without warning, you feel a slap from the satin clad hand of your mistress on your ass, one that stings just a wee bit, but one that doesn’t quite seem to satisfy the Mistress.  Five times more she repeats this action, sending a jolt of arousal through your body at each slap.
 
“Do you think you have been punished enough, slave?”  she asks huskily.
 
“No mistress, please punish me again,” you beg her, barely keeping your voice at an even level, hoping she won’t notice just how aroused you are.
 
You hear the crack of her whip next to your ear and realize that the next strokes will be on you, and sure enough, they are.  These sting just a bit more than the satin, and they make you shake with intense desire with each one the Mistress lands on your back and ass.
 
“What’s this?”  the Mistress says suddenly as she orders you off your hands and knees to merely on your knees.  She has notices your hardness, and gently glides the suede laces of her whip over it as she asks “Could it be that my slave has enjoyed his punishment?”
 
You can only nod mutely, as the sexual tension that has been brewing is at its peak leaving you unable to form coherent words.
 
She sighs, “I suppose you can be forgiven if you do one more thing for me.”
 
“Anything Mistress,” you choke out.
 
She sits in the chair and spreads her legs, and now you can see that she is wearing absolutely no panties at all.
 
“If you lick me until I come, then I might forgive you, ” she says
 
What is a slave to do but what his mistress asks?
 
 
The End