The most perfect release. Relinquish all control to your Mistress.
You have dreamt of it, and often. The domination. The release a Mistress can give you. It’s always there, in the back of your mind, like a constant yearning. You have been desperate for a superior dominatrix to come and play with you, to take the reigns for just a moment. And then you find me, and you can finally breathe.
When we meet, you are nervous. Your hands are clammy and you can’t help but accidentally meet my gaze. I’m not like the women you are used to, I don’t look away. I hold my gaze, unwavering. And I use that power in my eyes to my advantage. You already want to drop to your knees. And you do.
“What can I do for you Mistress Scarlett?” You find yourself saying. Really, all you want is a chance to make me happy. You’d give it all to see a smile on my face.
Perhaps I’m wearing latex, moulded to my curves. My pert bottom perfectly complemented by the sheen of the material. Or perhaps I’m in something a bit more covert. Nevertheless, from the way I move, you’re already addicted to me. As I walk circles around you, you smell my scent. Simultaneously alluring and arousing, another reminder of my dominance. As I talk to you, my sweet voice may give you the impression that I could be tender. I whisper commands into your ear, and you can’t help but obey. This is it, the domination you imagined. Watching as your Mistress drifts around you, your gaze follows my swaying hips. You’re locked in – and happily so. My presence roots you to the ground. And everything about this, about me – your dominatrix – is explosive. It all starts with a feather, a pinwheel, a sensual introduction. You want to beg for the teasing to end but then comes the discomfort, and the pleasure mixed in with it. The release. As I lift your head up, you feel something you haven’t felt for a while. Complete abandon. I have freed you. But you will always be my plaything.