Manchester Mistress

Feeling the wonderful burning desire to dominate passionately overwhelm my senses as I saw my reflection and envisaged my cross dresser engagement. Stephanie would be here soon, and I could start playing with my new toy in my fabulous apartment near to Manchester. I slowly slipped my hands into elegant opera length black satin gloves, up and over my elbows, smoothing out the ripples, feeling the intimate sensuality of satin gloves, just one thing left... My crystal handled black riding crop, I picked up the crop and held the handle in one hand, resting the other end in my opposite satin gloved palm; a very devilish look flashed back in the mirror, a wave of erotic, exotic, excitement tingled through my whole body as I considered how I was going to use it in the coming session. And there, right on time, was the ring of Stephanie’s call, letting me know she was on the car park of my luxurious apartment.

 A Day in the Life of Madam Raison D'être - Part 2

Even though we had met only once before, I knew, she was mine. Mine to tease, mine to torment, mine to torture, a bitter sweet sensation. Only she, and I both knew the chemistry between us was electrifying, she couldn’t, wouldn’t resist me, and would do anything and everything I commanded. I already owned her, and she knew. I was her ‘Raison D'être’, her only ‘Reason for Being’, her ultimate ‘Reason To Be’.

Stephanie made her way to the front door, pressed her finger nervously to the intercom system. I could see her clearly now in the camera’s viewer point.

"Hello" I said, "Please do come up, and don’t let the door bang behind you"

On the other side of my apartment front door, I could see through the spy hole, Stephanie, my Stephanie waiting patiently in nervous anticipation. Dressed in a rather plain dull gray business suit, and that ‘tie’! Oh my goodness, I wouldn’t even tie my rubbish bag up with it. ‘DULL’ was an understatement. Her clean-shaven face revealing a soft femininity, a gentleman of about 6 feet 2 inches, tall, medium build just approaching middle age. A baldhead that did somehow suit her, I couldn’t imagine her in male persona with hair. Beautiful almond shaped eyes and vivid blue. A sallow colouring skin reminding me of a Mediterranean type, not your typical English rose at all. A perfect blank canvas for my skills to enhance. I opened the door slowly, demurely, with excellent posture. Standing behind the door, Stephanie couldn’t see me, just heard my voice, as I whispered

"Come in Stephanie, I have been waiting for you."

Slowly revealing myself from behind the door to my submissive. Soon to be transformed by cross dressing, male to female. I may even use erotic hypnosis to enhance the dressing service.  The door was opened fully, the face of this nervous man light up with pleasure at my sight, I looked stunning. He could hardly contain himself. I extend my crop and placed it lightly on his shoulder... "Come in." He would soon become a SHE, my she, my little she bitch, that I could command to do anything I so ever wished.

I let her walk past and into the hallway of my beautiful renaissance apartment, and into my reception room. I placed my crop again on her pert bottom, lightly pressing each cheek, greeted by silence.

"So, Stephanie. I hope you're wearing your lingerie under your suit as I commanded."

"Yes, Mistress"

"Good girl", "Now bitch you will do exactly as I say", "Do you understand?"

Stephanie nodded in anticipation.

"Take off your jacket Stephanie", "Now your belt, and for goodness sake that ridiculous tie!"

I decided to step down from my black velvet and platinum throne, and personally undo each of the buttons on Stephanie’s shirt. I was standing so close, I could feel her hot breath as I proceeded to take off my gloves and slowly but surely unfasten each and every one of those buttons. Her head was down, she was shaking by now, and couldn’t look me directly in the eye, and instead she was focusing on the plush cream carpet that lined the floor of my reception room. I tugged at her shirt to pull it out of her trousers, by now the shaking quivering had got worse, and perspiration was starting to show on her forehead.

All you could hear in the room, was the CD playing ‘I’ve Put A Spell On You, Because You're Mine’, by Nina Simone.

I finished unbuttoning the shirt, and sat again, composed. With a slight flick of my hair, I ordered Stephanie to continue undressing. Off came the trousers, socks and those Marks and Spencer boxer shorts. There she stood in front of me, completely naked, she was trying to control the shaking but nothing seemed to work. I just sat and watched her; to her it must have seemed like an eternity, it was in fact only 2 to 3 minutes.

I said "Look up, Stephanie", she did, and I could immediately see her arousal growing, within a blink of an eye, there was her manhood for all to see. Erect, throbbing and standing up totally straight.

She tried to look away again…

"No Stephanie! Look at me, your Mistress"

Stephanie just fell to her knees, and proceeded into KOWTOW, just one of the many submissive positions I had taught her on her last visit to me.

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