Night, dark and sacred, something for the wicked and the secretive. That was just her style. Her past slaves had known her as Mistress Moon; Moon seemed to suit her. Her life had brought her to new understandings that had awakened the beast inside of her. She lived her life as a vampire, sleeping during the day and prowling for her next slave at night.
It had been four months since she had been fed up with her whining sniveling slave. He had been a weak man, no stiff upper lip for that guy. His shame and lack of respect had barred him from her life forever, he had been a terrible slave, though he begged and begged her to keep him. He had only been in it for the sex and there would never be any of that unless it was her fucking him.
Her favorite scouting place was a Goth theme bar down town, ironically enough called “Silver Moon”. Exclusive, for the best looking men and women only, if you had pimples or wrinkles you better not even bother trying to get in. Once inside the atmosphere almost demanded a sensual attitude. Expensively decorated, plush burgundy velvet on all the chairs and seats of the booths. Dim lighting, sconces on the walls, heavy burgundy velvet drapes closing off each booth. Once inside the booth, you were in your own private world, you could still hear the music and heavy bass beat but you could conduct private business without fear of interruptions.
She took a seat at the extravagant bar and ordered a Martini straight up. She sipped her drink as she watched people float bye. Many beautiful women and men dancing, talking or doing other things in the shadows. Many times, she locked eyes with some striking men, checking her out form across the room. She had to admit she looked hot tonight. All black, as was her usual style, fitted black leather knee boots with a four inch heal, short fitted black leather skirt; with a tight lace up leather tank top to finish it off. The leather hugged her body deliciously, she loved the feeling of being encased in tight leather. She rolled her eyes at one guy, must have thought he was a real stud, winking and flashing his biggest smile in her direction.
She turned her back to him and surveyed the possibilities. There were three men in the running, a tall muscular brunette, a muscular tanned blond and an exotic raven-haired gem in the ruff.
She locked eyes with the blond and immediately dismissed him from the running, his goggle-eyed face annoyed her. That left two, she found the brunette leaning against the wall in the back, seemingly starring off into space, then she saw, a shrew of a woman sucking his cock. The brunette was out, no question he was obviously focused on himself and that would definitely, not do.
She finally found the raven-haired gem, she caught his eyes and he starred back at her and then dropped his gaze shyly. She had found what she was looking for, he wanted her, that was obvious but he was ashamed to look her in the eyes. He already was ahead of her last slave, good thing too, because she was fed up with punks looking to get laid, thinking they were going to use her for a quick bang.
When her raven-haired gem looked up again to see if she was looking, she motioned to him. He quickly made his way over to her side and stood breathlessly, not speaking.
“What is your name?” She asked seductively.
“M…My name is Mark.” He said quietly.
“Pleased to meet you Mark, my name is Moon.” She looked him up and down as she spoke, taking in his beautiful body and shiny black hair. Somewhere in her mind, she had decided that he was the one, he needed her, and she just knew it.
“Same here.” He replied politely.
“Listen Mark, would you like to go back to my house and have a couple of drinks, I sense that you have something you want to ask me.” She gently touched his shoulder.
“That would be wonderful, if you are sure that you want me to come along, I have to say that you are the most striking woman I have ever seen, and I think that you could help me.” He said quietly.
“Very well then Mark, I told my driver to wait for me, I knew I would not be in here long, I just had this feeling.” She said slyly.
“I had a feeling as well, like I would meet my soul mate tonight.” He said and let his voice trail off.
“Shall we?” She asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
She linked her arm in his and led him out of the crowded club. Outside the night had gotten darker a cold chill had taken over the earth and the stars were brilliantly clear in the sky.
She motioned to her driver and he pulled the car up next to the entrance. The driver stood next to the door and held it open.
“Where would you like to go Madam?” The driver asked.
“We will be going home, and I wish no disturbances, so let the maid and butler know, my guest will be staying the night, have them prepare the guest bedroom.” She said as she pushed Mark into the long black limousine. She followed him inside and sat next to him on the black velvet seat.
“So, Mark, you know what I am don’t you?”
“I...I think so, I mean I have read all about what…I think you are.” He stuttered.
“And what exactly do you think I am then?” She asked harshly.
“You’re…a Dom…right?” He said hesitantly.
“Very good Mark, you have done very well. And you think that you are in need of some Domination?” She asked knowingly.
“Yes.” He said flatly.
The car started off, the lulling of the wheels rolling across the pavement the only sound. The limousine was quiet and the privacy panel had been rolled up, so the two passengers were secluded from prying ears.
“And why is that Mark, what makes you think that you could possibly be my submissive?” She asked sternly.
“I don’t know, I have had as much sex as a guy can have, and I am never satisfied. I long to please my partners but they don’t want to deal with my….” His voice trailed again.
“Your what?”
“My need to please.” He said softly
“That is a start, but hardly what would be required of you, if you become my slave.”
“Please, let me try, I want…” He stopped.
“I know Mark, it’s ok for now, but I think soon enough you will be able to tell me what you need.” She said calmly.
He sighed and fidgeted with his clothing, adjusted his pants and crossed his legs. He was nervous and excited at the same time; his mind was boiling with thoughts. He glanced at Moon; she sat composed her long shapely legs crossed the hem of her skirt stretched across her smooth thighs.
They drove for ten minutes; the dark tinted windows gave him no idea of where they were headed or where they would end up. Finally the car rolled to an easy stop and before he knew it, the driver opened the door. He stepped outside after Moon and was taken back, the house was huge, if you could call it a house. It was more like a mansion, must have twenty rooms, two stories of clean white. Three large pillars seemed to stand guard at the front door.
They walked to the front door, before they reached to top step, someone, who he guessed was the butler opened the door. He stood in an immaculate uniform and held the door open for them.
“Good evening Madam, I trust your outing was to your liking?” The old man asked politely.
“Yes indeed James, a success. This is Mark, please make ready the guest room, and have a platter of fruits and cheese brought to my room, oh and a carafe of brandy if you would not mind. Thank you James.” She said cheerfully.
The main hall was bright, lavishly furnished and impeccably clean. As hard as he looked, he could not find a speck of dust on any of the antique pieces of furniture. The carpet was fresh and the rooms smelled sweet like strawberries.
“Well, let me give you a quick tour, but mostly you will be concerned with the upper East side floors.” She said nonchalantly.
“Please.” He said and nodded.
“To the right, the formal dining room, the left the sitting room, through that room you will come to the drawing room. If you go straight back from here, you will come to the kitchen, laundry room and basic maintenance things. To the right of the kitchen is the servants quarters, do not ever disturb them when they are not scheduled to work. The stairs right ahead of you goes to the east wing, the stairs on my said goes to the west wing. Don’t wander unless I am with you.” She said.
“Yes of course.” He said.
“Well shall we head upstairs and get a little relaxed?” She asked.
“Yes, that would be great.” He said, still in shock of the house and the extravagance of everything.
She led him up the carpeted stairs and to the right down a long dimly lit hall.
“This, is the bathroom, across from the bathroom is the guest bedroom, my bedroom is four doors down on the same side as the bathroom, do you think you can remember that?” She asked him tauntingly.
“Yes, I will remember, but what are all those other rooms?” He asked.
“Those rooms we will get to later, have patience, I do so detest impatience.” She snapped.
“I am sorry, forgive me.” He said quietly and bowed his head.
“Well, I will let that slide until you are sure that you want to be my slave.” She said dryly.
“Yes.” He whispered under his breath.
“Here we are at my room, when inside my room you will respect my privacy and never touch or do anything without asking, is that clear?” She said as she opened the door to her large bedroom.
