Mistress Diane was not usually the anxious type, She was usually totally in control, cool, calm and collected at all times. But today was a little different. She had released Her sub some six months ago, and now felt that enough healing time had lapsed, and She was now in search of a new one. Her quest took her to the local Dungeon where they were having an auction that night. She hadn't even been to the clubs in months, She loved dressing the part and She had missed it.
As She took Her bath Her mind drifted back to the times Her sub would bathe Her, and She smiled to herself, knowing that there was so much about the life that She had been missing, but up until now just wasn't ready to delve back into again. She stretched her long willowy figure in Her extra large tub that She had made to Her dimensions, and with a little extra room for two to play in. Her hands cupped Her full firm breasts, thumbs rolling the sweet smelling suds on Her nipples, and a soft shiver ran thru her body. Oh yessss.....She longed for a sweet toy once again. One that worshipped Her, obeyed Her, one that She could drive into a sexual frenzy, and one that could do the same to Her when She permitted it.
She had went on an extravagant shopping spree, buying all new toys, seeing the latest that was out there, and filling Her shelves with cock rings, new straps, a new crop, several new paddles, a rubber one, a thick wooden one and a thin wooden one, a new strap on dildo and several hand held ones in different lengths and widths. And the crème de le creme....a new toy that She had ordered from Las Vegas, a vibrating cock ring, with all the intricate attachments to be placed on his cock, the controls held in Her hand as She changed the intensity of the pulses to his cock.
She dressed to kill that night, wearing a new black latex dress, the zipper in front pulled low exposing the tops of Her breasts, black fishnets and black patent leather thigh highs with a 5 inch heel. Her make up was expertly put on, not giving Her a hard look, but it was a tad more than most women would wear for evening.
As she strode into the club, she could feel all eyes turn on Her, even the Doms took a second look, no doubt wishing She was a sub. Her blonde hair cascaded down Her back, and the short latex dress accented every curve of her body. She walked confidently in the heels, Her hips swaying with a promise of sensuality with each step.
She found a table up front by the stage and stretched her long shapely legs in front of Her. Her edginess now gone, not knowing really what She was looking for, but knowing if she saw him she'd know it instantly.
As the Master of Ceremonies stepped up to the mike and the lights dimmed everywhere but the stage, She looked at Her long red nails and slid one leg under Her, the other crossing it as Her steel blue eyes scanned over the stage. There were many subs and slaves up for auction this night, but She wasn't interested in a slave. She wanted a sub, one that could think and function without Her telling him every little thing, but also one that had that burning desire to serve a Mistress and all Her whims, whatever they may be.
She had seen a dozen of them paraded before Her, and was about to give up when he walked out on the stage. A tall, muscle bound black male, She guessed in his mid 40's...the perfect age. She sat slightly up and uncrossed Her legs, reaching for another cigarette as He posed and strutted. The outline of his cock clearly visible in the tight leather pants, and when he turned around to reveal the ass of the pants cut out and he flexed that tight little ass, She knew that this was the one she had to have. As he turned around again their eyes met, and his lingered on Hers for a moment, then traveled slowly down Her body. She could see his cock stiffening and she just grinned up at him and winked. And then the bidding began. The bidding went quite high as he had been trained by a Mistress before, but She just kept on. His eyes never leaving Hers until she won the bid. She saw the slow lazy smile spread across his handsome face, and before he even had time to think about it anymore she put a thin black leather collar around his neck and attached the leash, leading him out of the club on Her way out to pay what She owed for this prize.
She wasn't a cruel Mistress, and wasn't into extreme pain, but She did expect obedience, and She did have Her quirks as anyone in this lifestyle did.