I met her while walking alone in the park one night. I love to watch her as she walks in the darkness. She is so beautiful, and I can’t help but feel my heart beat faster every time I see her. Her long brown hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep blue that sparkles when the moonlight shines on them. Her body is amazing, and she knows it.  She has an hourglass figure with curves in all the right places. She’s always wearing some form of leather, dresses, skirts, leather corset tops, and it’s always black. 

A dark mistress of the night. 

I’ve watched her in the park almost every night for months now. She’s usually never with anyone else. But tonight was different; tonight, she was with someone. A tall, dark, handsome stranger. I could tell he had a soft demeanor, which really surprised me. He couldn’t take his eyes off, almost like he was entranced by her. They walked in a different direction than what she normally does, and before they could disappear in the shadows, I followed them. Not too close. But I had to see who she was with and what they were up to. It just seemed off to me.  

They walked through alleyways and dark streets. 

I had no clue where we were or which side of town we were at by the time they finally came to an old-looking building. It looked run down. They entered through a back door. I could see it lead to a hallway. I waited and almost hesitated before running after the door to open it and slip in after them. It was dark, yet beams of red light appeared on the floor. 

I could hear moaning and wales. A mixture of both pleasure and pain. 

Continuing to follow them down a flow of hallways, they finally came to a door. I stopped around the corner to keep my distance, but the mistress spotted me! We made eye contact, and my heart was beating out of my chest. I thought for sure she would yell or cuss at me for being such a creep, but instead, I peeked around the corner, and she waited for our eyes to meet again. Greeting me with a soft smile as she commanded the tall gentlemen to strip naked right in front of her. My eyes widened. I’m shocked she hasn’t confronted me and is making this stranger strip naked, and she knows I’m watching now! 

The stranger is fully naked as the mistress is making eye contact with me. 

Holding his cock and begging her to go inside the door, she laughs and says, “You’ll enter when I tell you, you can! Now take your hands off your cock and leave them at your side!”  

Still watching, I’m shaken at his obedience. Her confidence is unmatched; I feel even more drawn to her as I continue to watch. She stares at him, patiently waiting and feeding off of his begging. Her smile just continues to get bigger as she torments him even more, gliding her long fingernails up and down his bare chest. 

After what felt like a lifetime, she finally let him enter the room, and she followed him. 

I crept closer to the door and saw light peering in from it. I noticed she left the door just cracked every so slightly. She wanted me to watch and see what she was about to do to him. The room was filled with toys! Floggers, dildos, strap-ons, and sexy outfits hung on the walls, and it was so elegantly decorated to the sexy paintings, lighting, and even shag carpets pulled me in closer than ever. She strapped the man to a bed in the corner covered in satin sheets. Completely exposed, the man was spread wide open for both of us. His energy shifted as she took complete control of him. 

She carefully selected a beautifully pink flogger from the wall, stroking it and teasing him before striking him hard on his thighs.

 I almost shrieked out; she scared me from how loud I heard her slap him. She bent down to where his pants were, taking his wallet out, demanding more money from him. Taking it from his wallet as he begged her. She didn’t care; she took what she wanted and gave no fucks about this man, I could tell. Slapping him every time he begged and cried out, she slapped him harder and harder until he was silent and obedient. I felt a rush of heat and pleasure watching her take everything from him. Continuing to tease and hurt him, I slipped my hands inside my shorts and started to rub myself. 

The mistress caught me and could see me through the crack in the door. 

She didn’t stop me yet again; she smiled my way and continued to make the gentlemen beg for her attention and affection. I kept rubbing myself faster as I watched her sit on his face unapologetic. Almost smothering him, I could see him struggling, kicking, and flailing. I couldn’t help it, but the more he struggled, the hotter and wetter I got until I exploded with ecstasy, completely soaking my underwear. As I came, she ever so slightly gave him a breath of air, making him thank her for giving him her ass.