I come to your house - rouse you from your sleep and command your attention. Yes, Mistress has plans for you; it is my wish to play - now, in the wee hours past midnight. I take you from your home barely dressed - clad only in a T-shirt, boxers and a blindfold. You are yet in a daze, half -asleep, confused and a bit afraid. The blindfold prevents you from reading my face and body language; you know Mistress is capable of anything. I drive to a destination unknown to you - you are fearful, yet know you are safe in my hands. You have no idea what will happen next. You only know it is your purpose to serve your Mistress; your hunger grows with anticipation of pleasing me - your cock swells with desire.
We reach the destination and I lead you; like a child you are completely helpless and dependent on me. I remove the blindfold and you raise your hands to shield your eyes from the bright light. The look on your face reveals your momentary puzzlement - it is a gym. You realize this is the playground in which your Mistress will be entertained. You are thankful you are fit enough to meet any challenges the facility may offer; but, as you remove my coat, your fear mounts - you see I mean business. I am clad in skintight black leather crotchless short shorts with a sleeveless black leather midriff with a zipper front - opened to reveal my cleavage - my thigh high black leather boots with stiletto heals are also disarming. Your cock grows harder at the sight and thought of performing for me - the bulge in your boxers is evident - visible proof of your eagerness to serve me - I take delight in seeing this.
I direct you to an area with weight equipment and you notice there are others in the room. – why is anyone up at this hour working out? But you are wise; you know I have arranged it. Your Mistress is capable of anything - her will is strong; you become weak at the thought - your cock strains for release. I am amused by the sight of your cock/my cock, dancing in your shorts, as if begging me to come out to play.
Yes, it is time to play. I command you to strip then kneel and beg for the revelation of my wishes - my desires - my pleasures. As you are on your knees, your pleas slip fluidly from your tongue as you ogle my pussy looming before you. I do not respond as you expected - I command you to lower your head as you speak. You panic - your voice quivers; you plead more intensely - more fervently.
You are overwhelmed by your need - you are overcome by emotion. When I lift your face to find your sincerity, I see the tears welling in your eyes. You close your eyes and a tear escapes. As it makes its way down your cheek, I take it with my lips and tongue - it is my tear - proof of your devotion. Yes, you are ready to serve me. You thank me profusely, again and again... but I command your silence – and order you to listen as I speak of my wishes. Your body begins to tremble, and I take pleasure in seeing this - you are indeed helplessly and hopelessly under my control. You are my slave - my slut - my toy - my whore - my servant, who will deliver to me a feast of pleasure.
I explain this is a test, of your strength and endurance - both physically and mentally - your body and mind will be trained, yoked, harnessed - it is my desire, my will. I will control every ounce of your flesh - every thought - I will push you to limits you cannot achieve on your own. You will give me every last morsel of your being, and in so doing, you will prove your level of devotion and sate my hunger for erotic visions. Your cock stands at attention as you sense my desire. You see the sparkle in my eyes, hear the quickness of my breath - perhaps you even hear the pounding of my heart as it races in my chest... and you imagine my pussy throbbing and wet with its sweet cream... your hunger grows - this pleases me.
I summon the others in the room to gather around you. They are trainers - they will assist me in this venture. They are all lean - hard - muscular bodies; their size and apparent strength intimidate you a bit, both men and women. As they stand around you, you sense their hunger. There is no mistaking the bulges in the shorts of the four men. A flush runs across your body.
As you take in the scent and sight of these bodies, muscles pumped and covered in sweat, you cannot escape your desire to lick their flesh clean. The thought teases your cock, causing it to leak some of its juice and glisten in the bright lights. I see your body preparing itself for my pleasure - this delights me; my clit throbs at this sight. I command you to stand before me. I take your cock in my hand to remove the juice dribbling down its head and shaft - this is mine - I need it for my hands. As I touch you, it is like a jolt to your system; the touch of your Mistress always melts your flesh... you let out a little moan - then beg and plead for my direction. I wish to use this juice to soothe the skin of my hands - you shake. Mistress smiles and sighs... I love to have my body soothed with ointment - by the juices I possess.
