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