Mistress of the Evening
by TVH
She is my Goddess, he thought as he knelt before her, head bowed, arms at his sides. It was as if he could not move, and yet he felt more aroused each moment. He craved to worship her, to massage her delicate feet if she would only let him – anything that would please her, such a deep, intense need to please her. He craved to obey her every wish, her every command. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else, but everything felt so right.
He’d come home, giving her a loving hug, and they shared the moments of their day over dinner. He’d told her that he’d done the errands she’d asked him to handle when he’d left for work that morning, and she had leaned over, gently kissed his cheek and smiled sweetly, whispering “you’re such a good boy”. Instantly a warm rush had passed over him, he felt a sudden compulsion to worship her, and his mind seemed to go blank.
He began to realize that he was kneeling before her almost naked. He felt the silkiness of the stockings on his legs, the bend in his toes from the stilettos, the tug of the garters. “You’re such a good boy”, she purred, her eyes twinkling, “such a good, submissive, boy, dressing up for me like that”. She loved his strength, but she adored how he could reach deep within himself and surrender his delightful inner submissive self to her control. She’d made the lingerie and the heels symbols of his submission, symbols he was ready and willing to offer to her because it pleased her, and pleasing her gave him pleasure, and his pleasure pleased her even more. He could only think of pleasing her. She was his mistress, to be served, to be obeyed, to be pleased. His thoughts sent him down a deepening spiral, more and more and more pleasurable with each thought of pleasing her, of obeying, of surrendering to the power of her beauty, to her femininity, to his Goddess.
She could see how aroused he was, and she flushed slightly as she felt her own arousal growing at the sight. She smiled coyly, sitting back in her comfortable chair, gently caressing herself as she thought about the wonderful evening ahead.