Through the mist of a loud and smokey night club with the music blaring over everybody's conversations, I sat there. In a dark corner I inhaled My next cloud of smoke through a long black cigarette holder searching for My next slave. Watching each person's body movements and gestures, I was able to differentiate between the naturally pathetic to the trainable slaves. Even though the crowd was thick with frenzy I spotted him from the corner of My eye. Yes, he was quite vulnerable. Even though he seemed to be the strong corporal type I knew he was yearning for a Queen. He quietly held his drink trying to appear as if he was having fun. The look in his eyes was similiar to a lost dog searching for its master...and here I was.
I calmly approached him looking deep into his soul I whispered in his ear in a suddle, but demanding tone, "You look like you need some direction and I'm here to give it to you."
He had a stunned reaction, but showed eagerness. As he gazed with worship he promptly replied, "I've been waiting for you, Mistress."
I led him out to a quiet and dark street. It had just rained and the streets were wet with dew. We walked slowly down the street of domination leading him by his tie like an animal. His reacion of pain and pleasure, he begged and pleaded for Me to stop, but My enjoyment was overwhelming. "Can't you take the pain sissy boy!?," I taunted.
"Yes, Mistress."
"So, then keep your mouth shut!"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied again with a whimper in his voice.
"How dare you, a pathetic lowly slave, even think of asking ME to stop!" He didn't answer. He just gazed at the ground daring not to achieve any sort of eye contact with Me. "Take off your shirt and pants!", I demanded. When he obeyed I bent him over and spanked him back inline. Then I granted him with My company for awhile longer as he walked down the street with nothing on but his undergarments and his tie in My hand.
I quickly motioned for a taxi. As I got in with his clothes I told him to meet Me at the night club next weekend. He replied with a quiet, "Yes, Mistress."
"Oh! One more thing before I go. Get on your kness and kiss the ground I walked on!"
"But, Mistress there are people here?" he rebutted.
"I didn't ask to hear your voice! I told you to kiss the ground I walked on!" Then he got on the ground and did what he was told as I closed the taxi door. With a smirk I waved his clothes at him as the cab driver put the vehicle in motion. The cab speed off and the slave silhouette became smaller.
Queen lady Mystik...the name speaks for itself.
