Mistress of the Night

Mistress, A Day in the Life of Madam Raison D'être - Part 1

And so my day begins...............

Lacing my black satin, bejewelled Parisian couture corset pulling my waist tightly into a 26 inches of pure feminine hourglass sensuality. My bosom heaving, tightly nestled with the most magnificent cleavage, my seamed sheer black fully fashioned nylons elegantly encasing my long curvaceous legs reaching from my size 6 beautiful pedicure feet slipped inside black exquisitely high patent leather steel heeled open toe shoes. I could clearly see the crimson red nail polish that could be quite clearly seen through my stockings. Porcelain calves, and thighs, were now encased in the luxurious feel of pure nylon. A sculpting wide and ornate lace welt moulded perfectly to my thighs. Clipped to my corset suspenders, four straps, each one done up beneath my black satin panties that fitted smooth against my body. I stepped into the black organza petticoat, with its layers and layers of ruffles. Making sure that each layer was perfect from waist to ankle.

As I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror, admiring myself. I could be anyone I wanted to be, a wicked witch, the fairest maiden with a deep dark sadistic side. I laughed aloud, thinking to myself. Stephanie will be here soon for a cross dressing adventure. What divine and delicious delights I had awaiting her.

My beauty was plain to see with a dark burning desire; I added my beautiful platinum and diamond encrusted earrings, hanging four inches in length. I caressed my body all over with a fine misting of my favourite perfume of the moment, Moschino Couture, I slowly took up the beautiful rich smell. Admired my makeup and perfect hair, sleek dark, black tussled and cascading down my back. Elegant smouldering make up, enhancing my feminine beauty, a black/grey smokiness surrounding my blue eyes, defined black eye brows, blushed cheeks, and creamy crimson full red lips, perfectly lined with matching lip liner. Perfect for my cross dressing little friend.

Wherever Mistress goes, you will no doubt always find one of her pink poodle bitches at Her side