Today
Mistress Suzie had felt different somehow ever since his last booking request. Now, as he knelt before her, assuming the slave position as he always did, she began to feel damp underneath her leather trousers. Attaching the leash to his collar, her hands began to tremble. Had he noticed?
"You're in for some real punishment today, slave!"
A slight quiver in her voice. What was wrong? Why was she trying to affect a confidence which she didn't feel? A confidence which she normally did feel.
A confidence, moreover, that she had every right to feel. Towering over him in her high heeled boots even when he wasn't grovelling on the floor, he was one of many loyal slaves who regularly begged to worship in her presence. Her rich, blonde hair framed a face with such cruel beauty that many men, submissive or not, found themselves captivated. Her harsh, blazing, green eyes represented a passion for dominating men. She was a Mistress, a Goddess, and all men were slaves. Her slaves if they were lucky.
Why then was she breathing so heavily? No, she was actually beginning to pant, she felt herself flush. She noticed a smirk on his face as he looked down to the ground.
How dare he!
"W-What are...are...you smirking at...s...slave?"
Her eyes burned with the same passion but as he looked up he noticed that their strength was waning.
Excellent!
Laughing he stood up. His dark eyes fixed hers.
She was furious. Normally, he wouldn't even dare to look up at her without permission! She moved to slap his face but nothing happened. He laughed again.
What was going on?
He undid the leash and collar she had placed on him just a few minutes ago. She didn't know what made her more angry. His complete absence of respect for his Mistress, or her total powerlessness to do anything about it.
In fact, there was a third factor that made her even more enraged. Stirring deep within her she felt herself beginning to enjoy it. This enjoyment was mixed with anger, fear, and increasing desperation but didn't make it any less powerful for that.
As if reading her mind he extended a hand to her increasingly damp trouser front. She was already too far under to resist let alone feel angry about this intrusion. Instead she had to invest every ounce of strength that was left within her to resist the helpless pleasure that was consuming her magnificent body.
He insisted and she failed.
Letting out a deep moan her legs buckled and she fell to her knees.
This was a view she wasn't used to. She was aware of his bulging front level with her eyes. He tilted her head up so that he could see them burn with impotent anger.
"You'd better stop whatever it is you're doing!" she seethed.
He placed a finger to her full, dark red lips. The mere touch of them sent shudders through her body. Despite her rage, she couldn't help but find him attractive. She'd never looked at him in that way before. He wore a sharp suit that made him look good. It seemed to make her feel weaker and weaker.
As her panting grew deeper, she forced out the words,
