THE DARK MISTRESS
The Mistress sat on the throne that night
With a face of no emotion, it was a fearful sight
The hood of the cloak was shading her eyes
Darkening the colour of the iris inside
With long black eye lashes and the nose that was quaint
Everyone knew this wasn’t the face of a saint.
The cloak was black and at the neck was a bow
It fell to the floor open with the contents on show.
She was dressed in a corset that was as black as the night
With lacy suspenders that held black stocking tops tight
The panties she wore were covered in lace
The black leather boots had four inch heels at the base
Tapping one hand was a black riding crop
With her hands covered in silk gloves, black with lace around the top
The girl was in front and down on her knees
In the stance of a submissive with her Mistress to please
Sit here on this cushion the Mistress said in a quiet voice.
The girl did as was ordered there was no other choice
She sat at the side of her Mistresses chair
While the Mistress caressed the locks of her hair
Looking and smiling into the young girls eyes
She said listen quite carefully and I will tell you no lies
I’ve brought you to my domain this late at night
To say serve me well girl and I’ll treat you right
Mess me about and you will have need to fear
Insubordination I will not have here
Now let’s go to bed as I’ve told you your plight
Come love your Mistress through this cold lonely night
Regards ian 2411