If you were here, I would strip you of your clothes and force you to your knees.
Looking down at you, I would remind you that you you are owned by My masterful mind, My beautiful face, My gorgeous tits, My fantastic ass, My delectable feet, and My Alpha essence.
As you look up at Me, towering above you, you would nod, mouth slightly agape, and mumble, “Yes, Mistress…”
“I see that tiny cock of yours twitching.”
you reflexively look down.
My hand strikes your face.
“Keep your eyes on Me, slave!”
you tremble and whisper, “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress…”
Now that I have you on your knees, what are you going to lay at my feet, slut?”
You’re innocently walking down a dank and dimly lit alley when suddenly your sight goes dark as a hood is forced over your head. You’re shoved around and, by sound of your shoes echoing off the walls, into some concrete structure.
You’re forced into a seated position. Your hood is removed and, with a fearful glance around the room, you find yourself in some kind of torture chamber.
You eyes meet mine and…
…and you see the delight of a huntress than has just captured her prey.
“My newest victim,” I whisper.
“I hope you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home because I’m going to be keeping you here for a long, long time…”
Whether it’s because…
…you enjoy the sensation of my hand spanking, my paddle smacking, or my cane striking your eager bottom…
…you wish to relinquish control to me and offer your ass for my perverse enjoyment…
…you’ve been terribly naughty and need to learn a very important lesson…
I will make you blush.
How deeply remains to be seen…
Would you like to lay across my lap
as I pull down your boxers or panties
so you are fully exposed to me?
I instruct you to push your ass into the air, where
my lustful eyes
can gaze upon it
and where I have easy access
the most delicious spanking
to your hungry and eager bottom.
(And just maybe, if you’re good, I will fuck it)
I obscure your face with my hood
(who you are is of no relevance)
I take away your sight
(look deeply into the void)
you wait for…
…my laughter piercing the silence…
…the purr of my voice in your ears…
…my exquisite touch grazing your body…
you melt as I wrap my words and fingers and rope around you.
you are naked and restrained before me.
you feel so vulnerable and exposed.
you tense against the impact.
But you don’t fight me
because you know this is what you need.
Each strike of my flogger pushes you — OUT
Of your shell.
There is nothing between you and me.
You have never felt so free.
I know you might feel shy. Embarrassed. Maybe even a little silly.
I assure you that you need not.
I know who you are…or who you’re hiding…or who you want to become.
You disrobe for Me.
I move closer to you and present you with a pair of silky smooth stockings or fishnets….
You pull them up, against your skin…
They feel soooo good.
Then, sexy panties glide up and gently nestle your most vulnerable parts.
I slide a pretty garter belt atop your hips…and we attach your stockings together…
Would you like that? Would you like to be pretty for me? Would you like to look sexy for your Mistress?
Do you ache to be My pretty boy? My sweet sissy? My plaything? My slut?
Does it make your cock or clitty throb to know you’re pleasing your Mistress?
Get on your knees, My sweet sexy toy, and…
Good boy…good girl…