Wild Submission: A Dominatrix Quest

I am kneeling in the corner, hands bound behind me with a black silk scarf. My Mistress has been gone for almost an hour. The room is dark, except for the single candle on the dresser, where I imagine she is sitting, watching me, waiting for me to break.

"She's gonna make him cry," I can hear my friends saying. They don't understand. They don't know what it's like with her. They've never felt the lash of her tongue or the sting of her whip.

I think back to the first time we met, at a party at the apartment across from hers. She was dressed up in heels and fishnets, looking sexy as hell and holding court at the end of her hallway, surrounded by admirers. I'd heard about her; everyone had. I needed to meet her before someone else claimed her for themselves.

I approached and put my drink down beside hers on a small table outside her door. I didn't say anything right away; instead, I watched her work her magic on the young men around her. Her voice was low and sultry, but there was an edge to it that made you want to please her more than anything else in the world. It was intoxicating just listening to it; I could only imagine how good it would feel for a man who was actually touching her body when she used it on him--and if he was lucky, between his legs as well.*

I waited until one of them excused himself and asked if she'd mind if he went home early; he hadn't been feeling well all night and wanted to get some rest before work in the morning. She looked at him sharply, then smiled coldly and told him *not* to be sick in his bed when he got home--it would be too much trouble for his roommate to clean up after him again.

He nodded obediently and left without another word. The others laughed gently as she turned back to them and dismissed them as well--she had other plans for their evening other than talking about anything so boring as their jobs or paying bills or doing laundry or any of those other mundane things that my Mistress calls "real life." She had no patience for that kind of thing; it seemed like she lived only to make men whimper beneath her whip or beg desperately for mercy while they did her bidding.*

I stepped closer as they left one by one until only one remained beside me--the biggest guy in the group and probably also the most dangerous. He stood staring at my Mistress with equal parts awe and lust in his eyes--but when she looked over at us both, something strange happened: he seemed to shrink under her gaze until he wasn't towering over me anymore but just another guy standing next to me, both of us smaller in that moment than this incredibly beautiful woman who simply could not be human.*

She walked over slowly with every step seeming less like a woman walking and more like some predatory animal stalking its prey--and as soon as she reached us, she stopped dead in her tracks directly in front of me and stared deep into my eyes, looking past my soul and into my heart.*

"Do you know what I want?" Her voice wasn't quite a whisper but there was no way anyone else could have heard it from where they were standing across the hall--even though we were supposed to be making noise so our neighbors didn't call the cops on us for being too loud! Maybe even that sound wasn't really there; maybe it was just inside my head because that's where every word she ever said seemed to echo forever after she spoke them.*