edited by angel_love
Having placed the ad in the wanted column, Sophie waited for the phone to ring. She knew she wouldn't have long to wait. She picked the receiver up on the fifth ring.
"Good morning," she said in her primmest voice.
"Hello?" said a nervous sounding man. "Is this Mistress Discipline?"
"That depends upon whom is asking."
"I'm a naughty boy," the man replied, "and I'm in need of some punishment."
Sophie smiled. There was something in the timbre of her voice that already had her body tingling.
"Mistress Discipline doesn't have time to deal with all the naughty little boys that are in need of punishment. Why do you demand her attention?"
"I've been very naughty indeed. Every time I see a woman I mentally undress her and imagine being with her."
"That is a minor misdemeanour, not at all worthy of Mistress Discipline's time."
"I do more."
"What?" she demanded.
"I wank myself off thinking about these women." When all he received was silence, he desperately added, "Day and night I can't stop touching myself. At work, at home, at other people's homes, on the train, in . . . "
"This simply isn't good enough. You are pathetic and wasting my time."
"I'm sorry," the man said and Sophie sensed he was about to hang up. It was important to judge exactly how far to push them.
"Mistress Discipline is going to have to punish you for being such a snivelling little creature."
"Thank you Ma'am," the man said.
Sophie gave him an address and received his repeated words of gratitude with a smile. She had already got her first man and he sounded promising.
Sophie surveyed a critical eye over the flat she had bought especially for this rendezvous. She had decorated several rooms for different types of encounters. In Mistress Discipline's room there were chains on the wall, drawers full of handcuffs and other specialist equipment and several carefully placed whips and spanking paddles. She had chosen a wooden floor and red velvet wall covering, although not much of the walls were visible beneath the large mirrors that dominated the room. She glanced at her reflection in one of them and was pleased with the effect she'd created.
Her long dark hair was drawn back in a tight pony tail, her full lips were emphasised by a bright red lipstick and her eyes sparkled behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. She was particularly pleased with her choice of clothes, a short leather jacket that barely covered her ass and thigh high boots, everything in black of course. However, it was what the jacket covered that was making her smile. Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet rap at the door. She walked slowly over and opened it.
"You are five minutes early," she said.
"I . . . I . . . I didn't want to be late," he replied.
"You refer to me as Mistress at all times," Sophie replied sharply. "You will wait out here until I am ready for you."
She slammed the door in his face and allowed herself to appreciate the details of the man who was willingly putting himself in her power.
Tall, dark and handsome, and willing to serve, just the way I like them, Sophie thought. It was his bright green eyes that had captured her interest though. She imagined them looking up at her as she had him kneeling before her, serving her every need.
I don't have to imagine, she thought, I can make it happen whenever I want.
She forced herself to wait an extra minute and then she opened the door again.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Adam, Mistress," he replied.
"Well, Adam, if you please me I'll be your Eve and introduce to a whole world of dark temptations."
