I peer through the peephole in my door and watch you for a moment. Standing on my doorstep, eyes bright and expectant – looking like an eager puppy – if you had a tail, it would be wagging. All bright shiny face and flowers. You must be feeling quite romantic! I smile as I anticipate the next expression on your face. Will it be disappointment (surely not)? Fear perhaps? Yes, that’s more likely. I open the door and it amuses me to see your jaw drop. Just seeing my face and hair tells you everything you need to know – tells you just what to expect. My hair is scraped back tightly from my face – not a single wisp escapes, my expressionless face is painted white, my lips blood-red. You swallow visibly. I open the door wider and motion you inside. I don’t speak, but then my tightly-laced corset hardly allows me to breathe. Even in your apprehension you can’t resist glancing at the sight of my breasts threatening to spill over the top of the corset. I close the door and walk ahead of you and feel your eyes on my exposed buttocks as I walk down the hallway. You had expected me to turn into the cosy living room but, as you feared, we’re going into that other room. That cold room. I open the door and speak for the first time. “Undress.” You know better than to question me. Disobeying doesn’t even enter your mind. I fold my arms and watch you as you drop each item of clothing onto the cold, white-tiled floor. The bright, harsh lighting is hardly flattering to any naked flesh and you shiver – not only because it’s cold in there. You try to lick your lips but your mouth is suddenly dry, so dry. You kneel without being told and I leave the room.

By the time I return your knees are sending urgent messages of pain to your brain and even though you know the torture won’t be over, at least it will soon be different. I motion you to bend over the bench in the centre of the room and bind your wrists and ankles, head down. At this point surely I’ll caress your bottom, stroke your hair perhaps? I don’t touch you. I don’t speak. Instead, with no preliminaries I begin to spank your arse with my light bamboo paddle. The blows come fast and furious – not too hard but in rapid succession. You’re so shocked that you don’t even count the blows but you cry out in pain and surprise. You know that you’ll pay for that – later. The spanking stops and you hear me leave the room again. You don’t know how much time passes but your confusion eases a little and you calm yourself – savouring the sweet pain in your buttocks. This is not like the playful spanking over my knee. No warm thigh against which to grind your hard cock. The position you’re in makes your body ache, your head ache but most of all your heart aches, doesn’t it? Aches for something from me. At first you wanted some gesture of affection, by now you just want any kind of gesture. Anything. You hear me enter the room again. Surely this time…? Again without speaking, without any preliminaries I begin to spank you. This time the blows are slower, but harder. I concentrate on that sweet spot where your thighs meet your buttocks and I sense you holding back your expressions of pain. This won’t do. I won’t have you holding back anything from me. The pain, already at a point where your brain seeks only oblivion, increases. You can hold back no longer, tears run down your face, you sob, whimper, groan. The tears cleanse, heal. All stress and tension seems to have poured from your body with your sweat. With your tears. All pain and distress is distilled from your body. You can tell by my breathing that I’m pleased, satisfied, and the spanking stops. I release the bindings, grab your hair in my hand and force back your head. Surely now comes the kiss, the caress, the loving word? You would gladly endure twice the pain for one kind word. Your cock throbs painfully – now the only tense part of your body. Surely there will be release? I look steadily into your eyes, my face still expressionless, and slap your face. Hard. Just once. Even before I’ve left the room, you’re longing for my return. How long do you wait before you give up and leave?

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I’m giving you a special treat today. Instead of making you use the whipping bench I’m allowing you to bend over my lap. I’m wearing a dress made from dark red, rather stiff silk, with a full skirt and lots of petticoats. From your position, all you can see are my pretty feet in my black suede peep-toed shoes, my shapely ankles in their sheer black stockings. My petticoats rustle as you press yourself against me, but you’re careful not to press too hard. You know that if you abuse this privilege, it will not be offered to you again. The temptation is strong though, isn’t it? You long to rub your penis against my thigh, to grind yourself against the silk. Despite the layers of fabric, you feel the heat rise from my thighs, bringing with it the fragrance of my perfume.

I run my fingertips lightly across your bare bottom. You shiver in anticipation. You hear me flexing my cane – the short one I use only for this position. Blood rushes to your head. Some blood. Some rushes to another place. Some makes your cock hard. You might be embarrassed that you’re so easily aroused – so fiercely aroused. You might be, if you didn’t know how much it pleases me. So aroused and yet so passive. You know I love that and you derive a secret satisfaction at the idea that you’ve pleased me.

The first blow lands in just the right place – right where your cheeks meet your thighs. The sharp hot sting makes you flinch in spite of yourself. In spite of the fact that you were expecting the blow. Longing for the blow. The heat and the pleasure flow through your body like a hot tide sweeping away all stress, all anxiety, all doubt. The tension of the day is distilled into that first blow. Disquiet ebbs out of your soul leaving it clear, pure – strong even. Is it ironic that this submission, this pain, leaves you feeling so strong, so empowered? And yet what you seek is the little death, the oblivion and peace that comes with complete gratification. Hot tears run down your face. You imagine my expression, the look in my eyes as I trace the welt with soft fingertips. You can feel my pleasure at the sight of the red stripe rising on your vulnerable flesh. For what do you exist if not to give your Mistress pleasure? You wait for the next two blows – knowing that they will be less forceful – that the first cut is always the deepest.

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Dinner? There’s no dinner. I haven’t had time for that. I’ve been…busy. You were the one who sent for the handyman. Sent for him to do those jobs around the house that you could do yourself – if you were a real man. Well, he couldn’t make it so he sent his son. Oh yes, he has a son – and what a son! A big handsome boy – not at all like his father.

Yes, I know you’ve had a hard day at work, but someone’s got to make some money. How do you think I feel? I’m exhausted. Well I’m trying to tell you why if you’d just shut up and listen. You know how I am – I like to make people feel comfortable. The young man was quite shy at first and I wanted to make him feel at ease. Then, when he started working, he became quite warm – I had to give him a couple of your beers so he could cool off a bit – yes the expensive imported stuff. I knew you wouldn’t mind. Anyway, he was still a bit hot so I persuaded him to take his shirt off. He still seemed a little… uncomfortable, so I thought it might help if I slipped into something more casual. Funnily enough, that seemed to make him even warmer! So much so that – well perhaps he misunderstood my intention – perhaps he thought that just because I was wearing only a bra and panties he could take off his pants. Well, I didn’t want to be rude and anyway I was so surprised – shocked even – by the size of his cock that I just didn’t know what to say. You know what the sight of a hard young cock- especially a really big one – does to me oh, I forgot – how could you know? At any rate I felt bad because I’d apparently caused this erection and, really, how could I expect him to work with that? So I thought I’d better to something about it, I mean I couldn’t leave him in that state could I? He seemed to like how my breasts looked in that bra you bought me – that black Belgian lace one. The one I haven’t let you see me wearing yet. Expensive? Oh – was it? Well, anyway, I took it off so that he could get a better look at my breasts and he seemed to really like them – he especially seemed to like how erect my nipples were. You know how erect they always are – especially when I’m aroused. Yes, I suppose it has been a long time since you’ve seen them. He seemed to like them so much that I thought he might like to examine them more closely – perhaps with his lips and tongue – and so I cupped my breasts in my hands and sort of held them out to him and do you know, he immediately knew what I meant – what a bright young man! He bent down – yes he IS rather tall – and took each nipple into his mouth in turn and licked and sucked until I found myself becoming quite wet in my panties. At this point I remembered that you would be just coming out of that important meeting and that you’d probably like me to call you to see how it went but then I also remembered that you’ve always said that my pleasure comes first – that it’s important to you that I enjoy myself, so I thought “Well, why not?” I knew you wouldn’t mind. So I sat up on the kitchen table, pulled off my panties and used my fingers to open the lips of my hot cunt – you wouldn’t believe how hot and wet it was Oh, you can imagine, can you? Well, as I say, he’s apparently quite a bright young man and immediately seemed to know just what I wanted. He got down on his knees and started to suck on my clitoris, to stick his tongue right inside me. His tongue was absolutely enormous – not as big as his cock of course, but certainly bigger than, let’s see… bigger than you cock actually. What’s wrong darling, you’ve gone quite red in the face, are you quite all right? Anyway, after that, what else could I do but fuck the young man. It would have been rude not to and I knew you wouldn’t mind.

Anyway, since you left me no money – and I certainly wasn’t going to use my own – he’s coming back again tomorrow. I knew you wouldn’t mind. You’ll have to be here to pay him and I did promise him a little extra, for his trouble… Darling – are you sure you’re all right?

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I see you looking at me. That hot glance across the room – hot enough to burn me – if I were susceptible to such glances. But then, you don’t know any better. You’ve never seen me before. Never seen me in this dark old pub, almost hidden in the alley. You ask the barman what I’m drinking and send over another Bushmills. I barely glance at you as I drink it. But you’re more than glancing at me now. You’re devouring me with your eyes. My hair, my long crossed legs in silk stockings, my high heeled shoe dangling from the end of my toes. You try to catch my eye. Why won’t I look at you? You know you’re attractive. Normally, you can take your pick of any woman in any room. You’re so cocky, cocksure – cock-happy even.

I walk past your table as I head toward the door. As I pass, I look directly into your eyes for the first time – and you’re lost. The fragrance I leave in my wake leaves you breathless and you know you must follow. As the pub door closes behind you, you see me disappearing around a bend in the alley and you follow me – powerless to resist. At first you don’t see me – you don’t realise I’m there until you feel a hand at your crotch. A fierce, grabbing hand. I whisper in your ear – telling you not to resist – as if you could, as if you wanted to! I whisper other things. Taboo, forbidden things. Things that make you think I could see inside you from the first moment, that I know all your deep, dark secrets, your hidden desires. I push you face-first against the wall and start tugging down your pants. The hard, cold stone presses into your face. How is it you’re unable to resist? A big strong man like you being pushed around by a woman! But then, the power I have over you isn’t exactly physical, is it? Now I’m pushing you – pushing you down onto the ground. Surely I don’t expect you to kneel in this dark, filthy alley? Oh, but I do! There are noises in the darkness – soft furtive noises – and, beyond that, laughter and shouting from people leaving the pub. What if someone comes around the corner and sees you kneeling there – pants around your knees? It’s cold out here, the breath from the two of us combining into a cloud around us. Despite the cold, despite this strange, possibly treacherous situation, you feel your cock rising. I’m whispering in your ear again. Whispering words so obscene that you feel yourself blushing absurdly in the darkness. Words to make a sailor blush. And all the time I’m touching you. Touching your penis, your testicles, your buttocks, your tight little hole. Touching you so quickly that you’re unable to keep up with the sensations. You feel violated, afraid, humiliated, and yet deeply stirred and aroused. You’re made helpless by the conflicting emotions. You feel something pressing against your arse – something hard, persistent and you feel the stretch as I begin to fuck you with my strap-on. You try to protest, to scream, anything – but my hand is over your mouth and, really, do you want someone to come to your aid? I push again and and your head begins to swim as I slide my dildo relentlessly up inside you. The pain, the humiliation, the pleasure… Pleasure wins out as I begin a slow, even, stroking. You feel the orgasm building, your testicles tighten up and, just as the spurting starts, I pull away from you – withdraw and stand up and then, without a word, I’m gone. Leaving you panting, on your knees, spurting onto the ground. Alone. Fucked.

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It starts in your belly. The thick sweet tension. The desire. It spreads in a warm wave throughout your body until you’re sick with it. Your head spins, your mouth is dry, your tongue, surely, twice it’s normal size. Your heart is in your throat. You want the feeling to stop but even as you tell yourself this you know you’ll do anything to have it continue. Anything.

You’re on your knees before me. I lower my leather-gloved hand close to your face for you to kiss. The scent of the warm leather just adds to the tension. The tension that’s building inside until you feel you’ll burst. You kiss, inhale. I pat your head with my gloved hand. A sharp thread of joy runs through the desire. Under your breath – pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. What do you beg for? For me to stop? Or to continue? All you know is that you must have release. You hear me laughing softly, the sound of my cane slicing the air and your stomach turns over. It feels as though a thousand butterflies have just been released inside you. Butterflies that sting like bees. The pleading becomes sobbing as the first blow is struck. At last! All the feelings coalesce into a burning, throbbing ball in the pit of your stomach. I strike again and again at your exposed buttocks. You know how the stripes please me and your mind takes a step beyond sexual hunger and suddenly it’s all too much – too overpowering. The heat, the music, the perfume, the flickering candlelight, the pain. Your Mistress knows this. I stoop to kiss the raised welts. A kiss, a blow, a kiss, a blow. Which is more exquisite – the kiss or the blow? Which tortures your senses more? The sensations mingle – you can’t tell them apart. And finally, finally at a touch from my hand, the release! And all the burning, tearing, biting confusion inside you is gone. I take you in my arms and all passion is spent. There’s only stillness. The room has become a warm dark sanctuary – a world where only you and I live. A world of secrets. A world where words are seldom spoken. You feel my heart beat and feel yours match the rhythm – and you turn your face towards me…

“Embrace the night

don’t let me go

whispering ‘tomorrow, tomorrow’

to times gone by

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