When I was 20 and going to college in New York City, I needed to find a night job so my days were free for classes. While perusing the classifieds, I came across an ad that read "The Dungeon-Mistresses Wanted." That's interesting, I thought, much better than office assistant! I scribbled down the phone number and address and left for class. That night I headed down to the East Village. The address led me to an ordinary brownstone. I met and interviewed with the head mistress, an average-looking woman of about 50. She asked me a few questions about sexuality and preferences, surveyed my face and body and hired me on the spot.
Since I'm a tall sexy blonde with big tits, a firm ass, long legs, and full lips, I quickly accumulated many regular customers. In the standard 4-inch heels we all wore, I was easily 6 feet tall. I towered over many of the little weasly businessmen, and of course, they LOVED it! I've had my exquisitely arched feet worshipped, I've used men as ashtrays, I've played a nurse, a mean mommy, a schoolteacher, a policewoman-whatever the client wanted. However, my FAVORITE client was a WOMAN.
She was the CEO of a huge clothing company. After being the boss and being dominant all day, she needed to submit to me. She requested of the head mistress that I be in full dom gear. I had my long blonde hair wildly teased, blood-red lips, and heavy black liner. I wore a black vinyl corset which whittled my 28-inch waist down to 24-inches, a matching thong, black fishnets, and patent leather platform stilettos. She also requested that I be topless, so my big, firm tits bulged out of the top of the corset. When she meekly entered my chamber, I was standing there with a bullwhip in my hand.
"How DARE you enter my chamber without knocking?" I demanded.
"I-I-I'm sorry my mistress," she weakly apologized. The game has begun.
She was dressed in a black Armani pantsuit and sensible shoes (typical). She was in her mid-30's, average build, medium-length brown hair, blue eyes-nothing spectacular and definitely NOT my type. I ordered her to undress and to my surprise, she had a decent little body under that suit. She was wearing a very demure peach lace bra and panty set. For some reason, she turned me on. She wasn't voluptuous at all, which I love, but there was something about her. I sat down and had her kneel before me. I let her lick my shoes. I then allowed her to remove my shoes and suck my toes. MMM, it felt so good! She moved up my thighs, licking me through my fishnets, she got me very wet. She begged to lick my pussy through the vinyl, I told her she could, then berated her for not doing it right.
"You deserve 10 lashes for not knowing how to please your mistress!"
I stood her up and bent her over a steel stand used just for this purpose. I took off her little peach panties and proceeded to whip her.
"Harder!" she screamed.
