The Beauty Of A Mistress
         Submitted By Candice Padden

The man quivered at the mere sight of the radiant beauty before him. She was a dark angel, long silky black hair, a wide, sensuous mouth lipsticked to a deep red and emerald green eyes that appeared to look straight into your soul.

She dressed simply, a tight black top, smooth against her braless breasts and a knee length skirt that showed off her perfectly formed curves. She noticed him staring, and returned his stare, with eyes burning straight into his heart. She motioned for him to come over, he obeyed her request.

'You would like to buy me a drink,' she said. It appeared a statement not a request. It was both presumptuous and absolutely correct at the same time. He rambled mindless small talk until she announced 'small talk is for the simpletons who have no story to tell of their life. Are you a simpleton?'

'No, no of course not. Erm... what would you like to talk about?' he stuttered the words, overcome with the power this woman bestowed. He felt himself becoming hard, and tried to think of something else, but her mouth sucking him to ecstasy was all he could think of. ' I do not wish to talk. We are leaving.'

Again a statement not a question. This woman had a surreal power about her, to argue would be unthinkable. He rose from the table and followed, like a puppy following his master, out of the building. She led him to a block of apartments where she opened the door. She motioned for him to enter. 'No, no ladies first.' he said in a gentlemanly manner.

'I,' she said looking straight into his eyes, 'am no lady, this you will find out.' He did as she asked, not sure where he was going, or why he was there. Hypnotized by beauty, he was a servant to this creature of the night. They entered her apartment, a small but atmospheric place of seduction.

He imagined many men before him, cowering to her need, submitting to her every whim, succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh, her flesh. 'Drink?' she demanded, handing him a cup of red liquid.

Erm... what is this?' he stuttered, fearing it may be blood. 'Red wine. What else might it be?' she smiled for the first time that night. a smile of erotic conviction, it seemed there could be no innocence found in this beautiful woman. She elegantly strode across the room toward him, hips swaying to rhythm, though no music played. She leaned into him, her breasts inches from him, her face almost touching hers.

'You want to fuck me don't you?' she whispered into his ear. 'Yyyyes, yes I do.' he said trembling. He felt like a teenage virgin, nervous of the unknown pleasures of the flesh.

'How much do you want to fuck me?' she said louder, her tone demanding. 'Allot, really allot.' 'Then get to your knee's like a good boy and beg me for it.' he did as he was told, surprised at his own willingness to obey a woman he had known mere hours.

'Please, please let me touch you.' He was humiliated, embarrassed and the most turned on he had ever been in his life. ' What would you do to please me? To allow you to touch me?' she smiled a smile satisfaction, she knew had total control over this man, he was purely at her command.

'I would do anything.' 'You would do anything what?' 'I would do anything mistress, sorry mistress.' 'For your insolence you will be punished. Do you think you should be punished?' 'Yes, yes mistress.' ' Strip and make it quick.

'He did so, undressing hurriedly. 'Bend over the bed. Now!' Again, he did as demanded of him. A mirror hung on the wall in front of him, in the reflection he saw her bring out a spider whip. 'Bad boys who cant behave must be punished. Otherwise they would never learn would they?'

'No mistress.' She whipped him. Hard. He yelled out in pain and excitement, the two emotions so close they become one. 'Are you sorry for your insolence?' she demanded, whipping him as she spoke. 'Yes mistress.' his back and buttocks burned with the pain of lashes before and the lashes she bestowed upon him still.

He felt small, mere inches tall, a gown man being beaten by a woman of no great frame. 'Are you grateful, are you grateful that your mistress cares enough to educate you?' 'Yes mistress thank you mistress.' he was so hard, he felt he might explode. She demanded him back to his knees. ' How would you repay me for my gift?' ' Anything mistress, good mistress, anything you desire.' 'Lick me.' She pulled up her skirt to reveal a knickerless, smoothly shaven pussy. He knelt below her as she spread her firm, smooth thighs. He parted her lips to gain better access to her clitoris. He licked her, softly at first then harder, faster. He could feel her juices on his tongue, the sweetest he had tasted.

She grabbed the mans hair, pushing him harder into her. He sucked on her clitoris, feeling her tense as he sucked. 'Harder! harder!' she screamed, and he did as demanded, until he felt her convulsing into orgasm. She screamed in pleasure, soaking his face in her sweet juices. 'You have served your mistress well,' she said in gasping breath, 'For this you shall be rewarded.' she pushed him onto the bed and lowered herself between his legs. 'Such a big cock, you want my lips around it don't you? You want to fill my mouth with you manhood.' 'Yes mistress! yes!'

He felt he would come the moment she touched him. Never in his life had he felt such longing for the touch of a woman. 'On the condition you will not come until I say so, I shall reward your obedience.' 'Yes mistress.'

She fulfilled his need. She sucked and licked his solid cock, taking his full length into her mouth. He gasped out loud in pleasure. She an expert in fellatio; she was knelt between his legs. He felt himself about to come. So did she. She pinched the end of his cock.

'Did I give you permission? Did you hear me say you could come?' 'No mistress, sorry mistress.' 'Get on the bed and lay down.' He laid naked, his rock hard cock craving to be inside her. He felt exposed, weak and at the mercy of this wondrous woman. He was ashamed at how turned on he was feeling.

She tied his wrists to the bed post. 'Is that too tight?' she asked mildly. 'No mistress.' ' then it isn't tight enough!' She tightened the rope so no matter how he tried, he could not escape. She straddled the man, dragging her nails down his chest as she did so. She started off slowly, gently riding him. Then she rode him faster, and harder, forcing his cock deep inside her. She breathed heavily.

'Don't you dare come, don't you dare until I say.' he pumped herself up and down, so hard and so fast he couldn't hold it any longer. 'Please mistress Ii need to come.' ' How much do you need to come?' she screamed, possessed by this erotic moment of excitement. 'So much mistress, please please let me come!' ' Now!' she screamed as her own orgasm contracted her muscles, making him come harder and more intense than than he ever had in his entire life.

She threw herself onto the bed, glistening with sweat, her ample chest heaving as she breathed heavily. A few minutes later, she was up and dressed. 'Would you like a coffee before you go?

'Erm..go?' the man said surprised. 'Yes go. My husband will be home in a few hours.' HUSBAND?!' the man exclaimed. He jumped from this marital bed of sin and dressed faster than he ever had in his life. 'Its erm.. been a pleasure meeting you.' the man said.

'Yes I'm sure it is. It is best you don't come here again. My husband is a very jealous man. He has only recently been released prison for manslaughter. A man dared touch me and he rammed a glass into his heart.'

'Yes. Well, ha, of course.' and with that the man fled. . the woman lit a cigarette and watched the man scurry away.

Husband, ha! As if she needed one! She could have any man she desired and did. She had to have a story to get rid of the fools who became obsessed with her. She was dependent only on herself, she did not need the complications of a man. Stubbing out her cigarette, she went to bed and fell into a contented, restful sleep. The man wandered for hours, his only company the memories of this night.

Though he knew he would never forget this experience, he decided to forget the location, lest he risked being murdered by a vengeful husband; but what an experience! Being a board administrator he was used to being the dominant not the dominated. He knew he would never again see the radiant beauty who had unleashed an addiction to be dominated that would last his whole lifetime.

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