Yes Mistress

  
"I can help you with your fantasies." The soft purr of her voice filled the dimly lit room. Candle light was flickering along the walls and its dance was revealing many items of intense interest to the man seated in a chair. His gaze slid back to the woman who was entering the room and the small smile on her lips reminded him of a cat watching a helpless bird.

"When do we begin Mistress?" The tremor in his voice was easy to detect and her smile grew wider. The distinct jingle of spurs caught his attention and his eyes flicked to the knee high black leather boots that encased her legs. Silver spurs glinted in the candlelight and a shiver of pleasure washed over his form with a tingle of fear. He wondered what was in store for him this evening.

   Her dark green gaze watched the man squirm in the chair, one hand adjusted the bulge in his jeans, and that sight made a soft throaty chuckle escape her. She stood over him, red lacquered nails clicked along the arm rest of the wooden chair he sat in. Languidly, she strolled around to the wall behind him and chose a black riding crop that hung with the assortment of items on the wall. She turned and slapped the crop on her leather clad leg and he came to instant attention. His form was ram rod straight in the confines of the wooden chair. She liked that, she liked that he really was paying attention to what she was doing within the room. It boded well for him and his training. He may actually make a good slave after all.

“Stand up and remove your clothes please, so I may see you.” Her voice was strong and echoed in the room. She stood and waited for him to comply. As she watched him a smile appeared on her lips. Good thing he moved quickly, she thought.

While the clothes were being shed from his body she thought about where to begin to work with him. How she could give him what he desired. He did not strike her as the type who wanted a heavy hand but wanted to break gently, with seduction. She wished to bring him to the shivering heights of passion he ached for, to wash away the pain of his past and give him something new to cling to.

“Take the position please.” She commanded and moved to stand in front of him as he knelt on the small white rug before the chair. The sound of her spurs filled the room as she circled him kneeling there on the rug. Her crop touched the small of his back gently, “More arch please.” And he obeyed instantly. The crop again touched under his chin,
“Up just a small bit my pet.” She purred softly and nodded with a smile as he complied. She paused in front of him, watching his eyes stare straight ahead, his buttocks resting on his heels, head held high and hands loose on his knees.
“Very good my dear.”
Her lips hovered inches from his ear she whispered. “My sweet, remain in this position until I return.”
She straightened up and watched his eyes flick to hers, a smile on his lips then he winked. “Yes Mistress.”
A grin spread on her lips, she liked a pet with a little spine and a little backtalk. It made things much more interesting.
The crop slapped his thigh gently, he jumped and she chuckled. “Be careful sweet one or I may have to punish you.”
His eyes snapped straight forward but she could see he could barely suppress his smile.
This will be an epic evening for sure.

She strolled back to the other side of the room, spurs jingling in her wake and she turned to watch this one while she lounged against the wall.
His hair was longer, she enjoyed that for it gave her something to tug on while she went for a ride. His body was very lean and his cock stood out straight from a nest of dark curls.
She did adore dark hair and she knew she would enjoy every inch of this delicious specimen of a man.
She would make him wait a little while longer, see how much he could hold out, keep the position and the moment he slipped she would dole out the punishment.
He would enjoy that as would she.