This is it,
On our right.
Good spot here,
The driver woke her from a foggy rest she didn’t remember slipping into.
“Oh yeah this is perfect,
Thank you so much,
Have a great night.”
“Yes you as well.”
Climbing out of the car,
The frigid wind collided with her body hard,
Chilling her right to the bone,
But waking her straight out of her drowsy state.
The walk to the door seemed termless,
Seemingly with each step the door appeared further and further away.
Finally reaching the step,
The mint green door stung her tired eyes with its bright vicinity.
The buzzer to 5L rang out in a shrill,
Letting the occupants know the Mistress had arrived.
An eclectic sound from the door warned her it was open,
Letting her in,
She bolted up the tired green staircase.
Kept weighing her down against the resistance of gravity and matter as she trudged up at a much
slower pace than before.
She could already hear him complain about her time management.
Knocking once hard,
Maybe a little too hard for the hour,
Smith raced to the door,
eyeing her about what she guessed was her dominant embrace with the door.
Honora’s on again off again boyfriend that wasn’t her boyfriend officially/ business partner,
Would take the late shifts to let Honora either session or sleep.
He sucked at managing the collective,
He sucked at booking clients,
He sucked at staying at the apartment when he needed to ensure the girls’ safety,
He also sucked at his base job of managing small bands out of a run down recording studio down in the LES.
“Jake’s here and he’s restless,
Better hurry up and change.”
But what does he expect when he wants to session last minute?
I’m tired of him pulling this shit.”
“I know hun,
But he is your best client.
So we kinda have to accommodate him when he wants to,
“I think it’s bullshit,
I am the mistress here.
He’s suppose to be the sub and accommodate me.”
“Unfortunately nowadays that’s not how it works.”
Gonna get changed so I can get this over with.”
Entering the white tiled bathroom,
It was probably the nicest room in the apartment surprisingly enough.
They maintained it at top condition for sessions.
She began to strip from her comfy warm clothes,
Unleashing a series of goosebumps along her skin.
The latex didn’t help matters either,
Cold from the chilly environment.
She hurried to put it on as she didn’t want to give him any more reasons to complain.
Lacing up her boots,
She was now revamped from Esther Lux,
To the desirable Mistress Ana.
Her heels clicked loudly against the floor,
Even with every gentle step she took.
Smith was waiting outside the door the main room,
Ready for the action to begin.
“So just text me when the session is starting,
How long it’s gonna be,
And what kind it is tonight.”
“Yeah no doubt.”
Entering the room,
He was waiting for her on the bed,
Him and his sleek Tom Ford suit.
He looked so cool,
He always looked so cool.
He was definitely the most handsome man she had ever seen,
Let alone ever been with.
He was mid-thirties,
Always clean shaven,
And possessed thick lustrous hair.
She found brown eyes dull and lifeless,
But his melted liked baked chocolate chips in soft cookies.
And she believed whitening strips were a scam until she met him and his dazzling polished pearl-like teeth.
She hated the way he made her think of such corny analogies,
She hated the way he made her think about him at all.
He was the overly cocky Wall St. type that turned investment genius and guru,
Turned highly known anthropologist.
Her nerves would always skyrocket from fluctuating levels whenever she first saw him,
Dimming down shortly after they performed their first line together.
He had already set up four perfectly proportioned lines on the mirror the girls kept in the room for sissy sessions.
Without saying anything,
He held the gaze the two locked down when she first invaded the space,
Producing a nervous little school girl kind a vibe more than a dominating mistress.
He removed his suave blazer,
Exposing a lavish cream button down that he started to roll the sleeves up on.
Breaking the stare off,
He dug for a dollar bill in his pockets,
Pulling out a crisp fifty dollar bill.
“So nice of you to finally join me princess,
Didn’t think you’d ever arrive.”
Cutting the tension,
She relaxed a bit,
And made her way over to him.
“Nice of you to wake me up at four in the morning.
Very considerate of you.”
Heels beat against the floorboard,
Rupturing the uneasy silence that left the room hollow.
“I know what I want when I want it.
And I just felt like paying my favorite little lady a visit.
Is that so wrong?”
“Considering the circumstances around the situation,
I’m not right anyways.”
Not right in the head.
You’re probably just too hyped up on whatever you’ve indulged in throughout the day.”
Meeting him at the bed,
He extended one hand out to stroke her thigh,
Coursing up to her skimpy latex bottoms.
“You’re making me sound like I have a problem,
When the only problem I have is that you’re still dressed.
Can you assist me with the solution to this problem Mistress?”
Fingers delicately gilded down to the southern part of her body,
Broadening along the most sensitive part.
Pushing his hand away,
She had to let herself not get caught up in the moment and the rushing of sensations.
Within the premises of the Dungeon,
They couldn’t allow themselves to lose control as it was a dangerous game to play with paper walls and alert ears.
“You know you can’t pull that shit here,
If you wanted that you should’ve had me come to your place.”
“I was in the area,
Plus my place is all the way up the westside.
I couldn’t wait.”
“Well that’s what you get for lacking patience.”
He pulled her down onto his lap,
Where she was met with a warm embrace.
His cologne was her favorite smell,
She never knew what it was though.
It was light,
But kind of musky.
It always gave her a reassuring pleasure.
He sat the mirror on her lap,
Simultaneously stroking her head.
She bent down to take a line,
Hitting her instantly.
Without a doubt,
He always had the best shit she’d ever done.
Wiping her nose,
He gently outlined her cheek with his lips,
Brushing over her face until they met with her own.
I want to do mine elsewhere other than the mirror.”
“Like I said,
You can’t go too far because of where we are.”
“You guys are allowed to sit on random mens faces,
We’ll be fine.
I’m very well trusted here.”
“I’m gonna text him to let him know the session is starting,
How long do you wanna go for?”
“Don’t put a time limit on it.”
I’ll let him know.”
Reaching down her boot she found her phone,
Letting Smith know about the details of the session.
Most likely he’d go out anyways and smoke his body weight in cigarettes and drive around Chinatown until he had enough.
He answered back with an “Okay”,
Commencing the start of the session.
He lifted her off his lap and placed her over the bed,
Positioning her in an incredibly submissive stance.
Lifting up one side of her bottoms,
He removed one of the lines from the mirror and arranged it on that cheek.
Snorting it up,
He licked off the last bit,
Leaving her weak with a longing for his tongue.
Bending over her,
His tongue now contacted her ear,
Giving her the same kind of thrill.
“Now what kind of fun are we going to have tonight?”
“At least let me dominate you in some kind of way to keep it by the books,
I’ll let you handcuff me,
Do what you want for a bit,
But then you follow my rules,
“You come see a Domme just to domme her yourself?”
You’re not any Domme.”
Getting off of her,
He let her escape to get the rope hung up on the other side of the room.
She picked the smooth black one,
It was the easiest to tie up since she hadn’t yet perfected her rope skills.
She found him already stripped of his clothes laying perfectly centered on the bed.
Stringing the rope along his hands,
She bound him up as tight as she could.
Climbing over him to secure everything,
She could feel his hot breath over her chest,
Leaving her panting herself.
When everything was nice and stable,
She got up and went back over to the instruments,
Finding a pinwheel and plastic pink sound.
“Esther you better be fucking around.”
An undertone of panic expanded over his voice as he witnessed what she had in store for him.
“I’m not kidding,
And it’s Mistress Ana you little bitch.”
“You’re gonna fucking get it,
Best believe that.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
She knew that was a lie,
She knew he knew that was a lie,
Especially when he giggled at her remark.
Getting back on top of him,
She began to resuscitate him,
Knowing the outcome would be a nice hard member against her thigh.
She moved one hand down,
Groping him in a rhythmic manner.
Tiny gasps released from his mouth,
His breathing began to grow heavier with desire and longing.
Once she could feel some precum,
She relocated further down his body,
Preparing for the pain within this pleasure.
Starting with the pinwheel,
She ran the sharp spikes over the top,
Down his member,
Throughout his testicles.
He grunted with discomfort,
Taking what she was giving him.
She traced over his genitals again,
Causing more body jerks and winces than before.
When she figured he’d had enough of the pinwheel,
She placed it to the side of her,
Letting him catch his breath.
Now picking up the sound,
She saw his eyes fill up with terror at the sight of the mere object.
Please not that fucking thing.
Anything else but that.”
“I told you,
It’s Mistress Ana during a session.”
She gripped his head,
Opening up the urethra,
Where she’d cause unbearable agony.
He started to strain against his bindings,
But to no effect.
She shoved the pink plastic tube down his body,
Inflicting misery and horror in her client.
He shouted at the altercation of his body and this device,
Instilling a sense of accomplishment within the mistress herself.
“Had enough you little bitch?
Can’t take it?
Not man enough to handle it I see.”
Get it the fuck out right now!”
“Say pretty please for your mistress,
She likes a slave with good manners.”
PLEASE mistress get it out.
I can’t take it.”
Since you asked nicely,
I’ll take it out.”
Removing the tube from his urethra,
He let out a cry of relief,
Hyperventilating from the irritation.
“I give you credit,
You had guts to do that.
Too bad you’re not gonna have them for very long though.”
She asked unbinding his restraints.
“Cuz I’m about to fuck them out of you.”
Swiftly switching their positions,
She found herself once again under him.
He quickly deprived her of her bottoms,
Concluding what he warned her of.
Now the only sound of plea came from her,
As he fulfilled his own promise.