The Pleasure - The Mistress

A visual of the Mistress.  She is 5’6”, solid figure but strongly feminine, in the way she holds herself and the energy that envelops her.  She is confident but demure.  She is not afraid to speak when required.  In fact she tends to hold back often as she can hurt others’ feelings with her acerbic tongue and so prefers not to take the route unless its warranted.

She is an ebony-skinned Woman.  She has chocolate brown skin with blemishes, scars and stretch marks on parts of her body which are indicators that her journey in this Life has been tough.  She is proud of her appearance, and this manifests itself in the way she walks, talks and interacts with others.  She has reached her 50s now and still she attracts males of all ages.  At times, she is surprised at the numerous males who gravitate towards her for all sorts of reasons.  Her colour, her appearance, her confidence, her body, her breasts, her legs, her energy, her age, her persona, her sexiness, her dominance, her maternal side, to fuck her. 

She has curly black hair, shoulder length, which is now flecked with grey, giving her an elegance that is natural.  She wears it mostly in a bun or pony tail. 

The Mistress entered the BDSM world 7 years ago.  And took to it like a ‘duck to water’ or a ‘guinea pig to grass’..  She was in high demand and did consider becoming a Pro Domme but decided it was not her way… she preferred to enjoy males for her pleasure NOT so much for theirs.  It took her a while to find her feet in this complex, layered world of Kink.  She travelled interstate to meet other Kinksters and connect with submissives and slaves.  It was an interesting time although not as satisfying as she initially thought.  Many of the males were too tame for her.

The Mistress had strong features, beautiful kind brown eyes and the most beautiful smile with gorgeous white teeth.  Her laughter was infectious and loud.  Her voice was audible and distinctive due to her accent and audibility.  People recognised her voice…everywhere.

She was older now and her energy was focussed on many activities in her life but she would always have time to fulfil her kinks.

Besides her loyal submissive, she liked to taste other boys at times.  She liked handsome males… yes, she was superficial when it came to males she wanted to hurt.  Looks were important to her coupled with a sense of humour and a degree of high intelligence.  If males did not engage her properly, she would dismiss them.  It was rare for males to truly engage her and this would only occur if they studied her profile and interactions around groups and discussions.  If males approached and were only interested in a spank and then sex… she dismissed them.  The Mistress chose who she wanted to fuck, and was very selective about who she would allow to touch her.  Many males had tried; most failed.

The Mistress loathed arrogance, and cock-sure males although she was fine with a little cheekiness.

This Mistress had a body that would have been described as a “brick house” back in the day.  She was evenly proportioned, even as she aged and her body expanded, she still remained the 'hourglass' shape.  Her breasts were generous sized although not as perky any more, her waist had expanded but was still curvaceous, her arse was medium-sized and firm.  She looked striking for a Woman in her fifties!

Her lips were full and luscious, her eyes glinted often with amusement, with nurturing, with fire, and with love.  They are expressive eyes and usually inform the observer of how she is feeling at that moment… if she allows them to see her inner feelings.

Today, she was wearing a red and white floral dress.  The top part of it was tight fitting and clung to her breasts, waist and stomach like a stocking, and from the waist down the skirt part, flaired.  Very womanly, very feminine, very sexy.  She wore 6 inch black, silver studded heels with painted burgundy toenail polish.  A very effective and powerful vision for the slave who was chained to the wall.  A spectacular vision.

Her hair was worn out, black, curly wild afro.  The Mistress wears glasses.  She hardly wore make up, occasionally mascara and dark eyeshadow.  Today, only mascara, and blood red lipstick. 

As she towered above her slave, and he looked up at her, he noted she had her leather handcuff bracelet on her right wrist as she always did in every scene she conducted, or event she attended.  She was also grasping her red riding crop and had her favourite delcrin cane was leaning against her throne.  A vision, and a powerful presence emanating from her being.  She smiled as she spoke softly but firmly to the slave, “whore, why are you here?”...