Mistress Sasha

Mistress Sasha

    A dark green lizard poised with head held high surveyed the stream of well-dressed people entering Swine Palace Theater. His tiny brain was a little addled from the one hundred degree day. He gazed down from atop the entrance at a young woman in designer jeans as she passed below. In a fit of madness he leapt from his perch diving into her ample cleavage.
    The girl, whose name was Amy, felt the reptile slither between her breasts and down to her navel. She didn’t scream like some feminine wallflower. Unashamed she reached under her blouse and pulled the struggling intruder out. He scampered into the foliage.
    You see Amy had an alter ego. Her name was Mistress Sasha. She was a mild mannered receptionist by day and an iron-gloved dominatrix by night. Now the incident with the lizard wasn’t all that frightening to her. However the experience had stimulated her. She felt the need to dominate.
    Harry was her favorite client. He was an executive with the state. She treated him like a bad little boy. He loved to be spanked. In fact she had a paddle, which she used only with him. It had his name written on it. Harry was a forty five year old man with a belly and receding hairline.
    Mistress Sasha loved to lead him around with a leash and make him bark. Sometimes she would ride him. She was a twenty five year old petite woman with the ferocity of Susan Faludi during PMS.
    She had studied feminist theory in college. Now she was applying her education to the real world. In fact she saw her profession as a way of making men into obedient slaves to women. She was a sort of evangelist in this regard. Back when she was a student at LSU she used to stand up in Free Speech Alley and rant about patriarchy and the need for   matriarchy.
    Once a young man cat called her and made a lewd comment. She said, “Could you come closer and say that?” So he looked at her lithe delicate body and approached. They were face to face and he said, “Hey baby I know what you need.” She grasped his hair and struck terror into him with her cold icy stare. She said, “Why don’t you just jerk off?” With precise aim she hit him in the balls with her knee leaving him sprawled on the ground.
    But humiliating Harry was her favorite past time now. When she got home from the play she took a long hot shower and put on her robe. Harry knocked and she let him in. As soon as he saw her dripping wet he fell to his knees and kissed her feet all over. She had him do a strip tease for her.
    He stood before her as she sat back on the couch with her legs spread. He moved his hips suggestively in the dance as he unzipped his pants. He threw his underwear aside and his shirt. He was fully erect and dying to be punished by Mistress Sasha for being late.
    Mistress Sasha summoned him. He knew what to do from experience. Whimpering, he knelt between Sasha’s supple thighs. He explored Sasha’s folds with his well-trained tongue. Her pink slit never ceased to fascinate him. The exquisite taste and scent made his erection stiffen making him all the more eager.
    Sasha knew her little boy was getting very excited. However she didn’t want to let him get off so quickly. She would harness that arousal for her own pleasure. She felt his tongue gyrate in smooth firm strokes across her clit. She felt the oncoming explosion like a tremor through her taut body. Suddenly the quake came and it was an 8-point on the Richter scale. It jingled her ovaries like Christmas bells. She felt so slick she wanted to taste herself as though it were her own home fermented wine. She leaned forward and kissed Harry probing with her tongue to savor the fine taste of her womanhood.
    She led Harry to the shower and turned it on hot. Sasha made Harry lean over spread-eagled hands on the shower wall. She said, “Harry you’ve pleased me so well I figure I can return the favor.” She proceeded to spank him with one hand grasping his penis with the other and using her velvety hand to pleasure him. With one loud slap resounding like a firecracker he climaxed in streams.
    That night he slept like a dog at the foot of the bed on a small mattress. Mistress Sasha sent Harry on his way home in the morning. She returned to being Amy the receptionist for the day. That day the boss asked her to sit on his lap. She obeyed but dug her nails into his groin making him into a whimpering puppy. She was fired. She became a full time dominatrix and abandoned Amy forever.
    Mistress Sasha requires all her prospective slave applicants to agree to give cunnilingus with suitable skill. She also likes to be tucked into bed.