Your Secret Mistress

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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I knew you’d be back. Even as you walked away from my door the last time you were here, even when you called me to tell me you’d never return. Even as you told me you never wanted to see me again, I knew you’d be back. And here you are. Strapped naked to my flogging bench. The leather cool against your cheek, your heart bounding in your chest like a puppy that’s just seen its mistress. Like you when you see your Mistress. Your secret Mistress.

You did try, didn’t you? You tried to stay away. Tried to find other things to distract you, to erase me from your mind. But none of them worked. Not the alcohol. Not the drugs. Not even that pretty little girlfriend of yours. You try so very hard but your soul never quite reaches that plain of calm shadows, does it? Yet I can take it there quite effortlessly. One touch of my hand and you’re almost there. That place where nothing else can reach you. Far away from the person that everyone wants you to be. Here, on the calm plain, you can be yourself – completely without ego.

You lie there waiting for me, enjoying the soothing darkness of the blindfold, enjoying not having to think. Every nerve in your body is alive with anticipation. You did wonder for a moment what I might have planned for you but you don’t need to wonder, do you? You just need to lie there and let it happen. Lie there and let the pleasure and the pain fight for supremacy. It doesn’t matter which one succeeds, the end result with be the same – bliss…

You feel rather than hear me enter the room. It always amazes you how quietly I can enter a room in such high heels. Your breathing becomes faster just thinking about those shoes. Shoes, or boots? No matter. They are the source of desire, objects of fetish. You don’t know what’s to come next but you want it. You want it. I run a gloved hand down the length of your spine, pausing at the base. I take an arse cheek in each hand and spread them, gently at first, until you’re completely exposed. You hear me spit and feel the warm saliva run down that exposed valley. Your arsehole tightens and puckers involuntarily. I spit again and the splittle dribbles from your tight little hole, over your balls. You feel the head of my dildo push against the tight sphincter, feel it give and stretch. I roughly grab the hair at the back of your head – painfully arching it back. You gasp and hold your breath as you feel my teeth press hard against the skin of your neck and I bite – not quite breaking the skin. You manage to keep from whimpering but you’re panting now. Panting and shivering with desire as the bliss builds. As it begins to overwhelm you, as you convulse and moan, you pant out the words, “Mistress, my Secret Mistress, I’m yours, I’m back.”

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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