With those words i immediately drop to the floor and resume the position my Mistress always likes me in when i am in her presence. My hands are against my back, my fingers laced together, my head hung down, eyes closed. I stay this way until she speaks again. The lack of her loving touch and her sternness in her command tells me i am in trouble this time. I sense her moving away from me, the sound of her footsteps fades as she glides out the room. As i wait for her to return i can feel myself melting, thoughts rush through my mind as to what punishment she will administer, thoughts turn to feelings of fear, anticipation and passion.
Pondering on my thoughts of her i hear the familiar sound of her footsteps, her heels striking upon the wooden floors. As she enters the room her voice fills my ears, "Look at me." I raise my head and open my eyes. I moan lightly at the vision striding before me. My eyes fixate from the bottom to the top. Her shiny black boots with the 4inch heel. Her black stockings held in place by her suspenders. A black corset which nips at her waist. Her breasts heave over the top, asking to be licked and caressed. Her long leather coat, opened at the top and bottom, with one button fastened in the middle, graciously flowing around her.
Her piercing green eyes staring straight into mine, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders. And another sound echoes through my ears. As she strides towards me like the goddess she is, a crop sits in her hand. She's tapping it in her other hand, in rhythm to her every other step. My breathing quickens as she finally stops in front of me. My head still looking forward, i daren't look up. Instead my eyes are virtually level with her pussy. I can smell her arousal, and it intoxicates me. I breathe deeper taking her scent deep within me, allowing it to captivate every nerve in my body. All i keep thinking is that she must touch me soon, anything, i'm longing for her fingers to brush against me. In my mind i am begging for her attention, please touch me, please touch me....
Then i feel her. Her fingers entwining in my hair, so soft and gentle. For a second i forget that i am in trouble, and moan just enough for her to hear. She then grasps my hair in her hand and pulls my head up to look at her. "You know you've disappointed me," her tone harsh. Her smile though tells me she is going to enjoy this. "yes mistress," is all i could say as i could feel myself crumble. She lets go of my hair, and takes a step back and bends down to my level. Her finger trails down my cheek, as her stare bores right into me. I feel her deep inside me, trickling through my veins, like a sweet poison.