STORY DESCRIPTION I was very curious about the lifestyle of the submissive woman and how it would feel to surrender myself to a very dominant female. I was made to call her Mistress from the moment we met. Every time that I forgot, she would make a mark on a piece of paper to keep score of the number of punishments I would receive when we finally met face to face. I was eager to feel the pain.
That afternoon I dressed in my tightest black leather pants, no panties, and a button down shirt with the buttons undone to reveal my cleavage in a black lacy push up bra. With that outfit, I also wore a pair of black high-heeled boots that made me stand a couple of inches taller. I felt like The Good Slut my new Mistress had demanded.
But was I good enough? |