Heaven's Gate

[Stranger34]

I'd love to roleplay this story with any number of interested people!


Heaven's Gate

In my experience, a brothel is a brothel, no matter how you dress it up. I'll walk in, pay my money, buy a girl a couple of expensive drinks, then watch disinterestedly as she pulls on my cock like it's a piece of old leather.
So here I am - looking at myself in the mirror as I pull on a leather jacket that's seen better days, with a feeling of excitement deep in the pit of my stomach. Why the hell should 'Heaven's Gate' be any different? The word on the street is that it's something truly amazing - something that make you walk out a different person from the one that walked in, something that will change your life so nothing will ever seem the same again. Jesus, don't you just hate the hype?
I look at myself in the mirror again, checking out my green eyes. One of my girlfriends (in a past life) told me they were 'devastating'. I thought that was the sort of thing characters said to each other in novels, not in real life, but still, it was nice. So I smile at my 'devastating' eyes, checking I look just the right kind of attractive in a battered sort of a way, and head out into a blood-red sky.

When I told the taxi-driver where I was headed, he just gave me a long look. Then he shrugged, took my money, and muttered 'It's your funeral'. I was going to ask him what he meant, but I forgot, and afterwards of course, it was too late.

How can any brothel really come close to fulfilling your ultimate sexual fantasy? If you have to ask, you spoil the spontaneity, the sheer unexpectedness, of the whole thing - and if you don't, you'll never get what you want. Maybe somewhere, you'll find a girl who just knows, by some incredible act of empathy or intuition, exactly what you want, and how you want it - but those girls usually lie in your imagination, and nowhere else.

Anyway, when the guy finally dropped my outside the place, I wondered if I'd given him the right address. No neon, no glamour, nothing. Just an ordinary, shabby building. OK so I know brothels don't blaze their wares to the world, but this wan't really meant to be a brothel, it was meant to be a life-changing experience. I was on the point of telling myself to forget the whole thing, but by the time I'd made up my mind, the taxi was headed into the distance. I shrugged. What the hell.......if I don't like it, I can always walk straight out again. I walked up to the peeling paintwork on what I supposed was the front door, and knocked.
I was greeted by an angel.
Well, at the very least, a girl in an angel costume. I have to say I didn't look too closely at the costume. The girl was simply one of the most stunningly beautiful I had ever seen in my life. Ash-blonde hair down to her shoulders, grey-green eyes. Her skin was very lightly freckled, and almost translucently pale. I stared at her mutely.
She bowed her head very slightly, and smiled at me. "Welcome to Heaven's Gate," she said.
I must have been unable to reply, because the next thing I knew, she'd taken me gently by the arm and led me inside. I found myself standing on a dark green marble floor, looking up at a high ceiling. There were frescos which at first glance might have graced the Sistine chapel, but on closer inspection revealed were in fact an assortment of angels, nymphs and other unearthly creatures performing explicit sexual acts. A faun had his head buried a nymphette's thighs, her hands were curled in his hair, an expression of ecstasy on her face. Groups of what looked like devils were ravishing an angel - there was even a unicorn up there, but before I had a chance to see what it was doing, I felt the girl's hand on my arm. I tore my gaze away, and tried to listen to what she was saying.

"So, all you have to do, is order your drink at the bar, sit on a stool, and wait - the right girl will be along to meet you."
She smiled again, and inidicated a beautiful oriental girl waiting behind the bar.
"Kimiko will take your order. She hasn't been working here long - she's still on bar duty. She'll answer any other questions you might have."
As she turned, I looked more closely at her costume. I had to say it was a damn good one. Her wings seemed to join quite seamlessly to her body - there wasn't even the hint of a join. At least the place seemed to do the small things properly. I turned my attention back to what the angel was saying.
"Just look at the drinks list. That's a beginner's version - members get to see the whole lot. The drinks are free - it's just what happen's afterwards that isn't."
OK, I thought, here it comes.
"So how much is ........ what happens afterwards? I guess there are different prices depending on what I order?"
The angel shook her head.
"Nothing that vulgar. You don't have to pay anything if you don't want to. It's between you and the girl in question. All I know is, no customer has ever left here without paying of his own free will.

Heart pounding, I walked up to the bar. Sure enough, as the angel at the front had told me, there was a board, on which was written a list of what looked like cocktails. OK, I thought - I'll order one of them and see what happens. The list looked something like this:

Handjob Heaven - Baileys, vodka, fresh cream
Innocence - White rum, lemonade, amaretto, cherry liqueur
Tightrope - Whisky, orange, aniseed
Dark Mistress - Kahlua, dark rum, liquorice
Erotic Dancer - Advocaat, vodka, lemonade
Bottoms Up - Gin, tomato juice, cherry brandy, tonic water
Tease - Stawberry, banana, absinthe, blue caracao
Deep Throat - Sambucca, kir, tonic water
Between My Pillows - Tia Maria, cherry liqueur
Bubble Bath - just Champagne


My god - which one to choose? The girl behind the bar must have sensed my indecision, beacuse she smiled at ne and said, "Of course, if you can't decide, you could always take a lucky dip. Some people don't know what they want - sometimes we have a better idea than they do."
"Really?" I replied, uncertainly. My mind was racing - to be honest, I loved this elegant way of indicating a preference. Each drink a sexual symbol, each one a different colour. The code would be easy to read, even from right across the room. The thing was, what did I really want? A slow, luxurious handjob seemed very appealing right now, but on the other hand, so did the vision of a coquettish little ingenue dressed in a long shirt and cute white cotton panties..........or did I want to be teased till I couldn't stand it any more? And how the hell could they know better than I what I really wanted? Was it really that obvious? Maybe you couldn't categorise sexual pleasure at all, my favourite fantasy might involve one or more of all of the things on the list. Of course, deep down, I think I really did know what I wanted - but what the hell, why not work your way throught the list, I might discover I loved something I'd never tried.
"OK," I said again, smiling this time. "You tell me what I want."
The girl laughed. "That's easy," she said. You want to work your way right through the list. Most of our customers do. Why not start at the beginning?"

My head was spinning. Handjob heaven - that sounded a pretty good start. My tongue was thick in my mouth as I heard myself say, "I'll have a Handjob Heaven." And for some reason, "And go easy on the cream."
I managed to surpress a nervous laugh, but the girl didn't appear to notice. "I'll get it for you straight away, she smiled. "Just make yourself comfortable."
I settled down on my stool, my heart pounding. This place really did seem something special. I closed my eyes, already anticipating the soft hands unzipping me, reaching inside, coaxing, stroking, caressing. Surely this was too good to be true..........
When I opened them again, the girl was gone, and a creamy drink was in front of me. I took a sip. Delicious. I waited, wondering what the girl who came for me would be like.................

 

[McKenna]

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[amon_darknight]

OOC: (hope there is room for me)

Sam Shreves

He was a martial arts instructor and a collage student on the side, he studied and worked way to much so he now finds himself here in front of Heavens Gate, why he was here he didnt know. A friend of his gave him directions to this place and told him that he needed to come here and have a good time. Sam kept thinking that this was stupid and he should just go home and jerk off, but the other half of his brain told him to stay and check it out.

He slicked his brown hair back and knocked on the door. The place didnt look like a brothel, it looked like a warehouse, but if there was anything wrong with this place he would just leave. He stood there in his black trench coat and black shirt, wearing blue jeans and sunglasses and he waited for an answer.

He wondered why he was here, but he might as well have a good time. So he would wait and wonder.

Here all your sexual fantasies would come true.

 

[Stranger34]

I looked up from my drink to see a vision standing before me.
My mouth may have dropped open, I don't know. My eyes travelled over her smooth, pale. creamy body, utterly captivated. My heart started to pound. God, that babydoll dress - the way it showed off her breasts and nipples, just the perfect marriage of innocence and naughtiness. I wondered what kind of panties she would be wearing - maybe they'd be white, and smooth and silky.............and maybe, just maybe, if I was really lucky, I get to feel them draped and stroked across my cock in the course of what was going to hapen......but on the other hand, maybe that kind of perfect empathy was too much to expect. Anyway, after what the angel had said about vulgrity, I didn't want to be vulgar, at least not yet............

"Uhhhhhmmmmmm yes.........it's very much to my liking," I managed to stutter in reply.
"And so are you - " god god god did I really say that???
I was trying to look into her eyes, but I just couldn't help dropping my gaze to her full, soft, creamy cleavage, to her full ripe nipples pouting under that infernally sexy dress. I had to fight an overwhelming urge to slide my hands under your sheer costume, and run my hands all over your full, smooth, creamy body, it was almost more than I could stand.
"uhm......would you like to try my drink?" I asked. Of course, what I really wanted to see was your soft hands, see how you handled the drink, to sharpen the anticipation........... I closed my eyes. The anticipation was wonderful, it heightened everything, and then the release......oh god the release............I smiled into your eyes, and pushed the drink across the bar.

 

[McKenna]

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[LatinLady]

I sat on the roof as I do every evening for a few moments to clear my thoughts. Taking in the air and enjoying the wind on my face my attentuion is suddenly averted to the street below me.

Down below a man stands, he looks like he is about to turn around and go home. I know he won't, none of them do. I know the secrets this place holds, I know there is a power greater than him willing.....no forcing him to come in. I better get downstairs and see what drink he picks .....

 

[Zircon]

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[catlover]

Max

At the desk of the motel where i was staying, I asked the clerk where I might find some action. She asked what i had in mind, and when i told her, she blushed and apologized that she couldnt help me, as she lived here in the apartment with her husband. But, she recommended a place called Heaven's Gate, and gave me directions.

On arrival I went inside and found the bar with the bulletin board listing the "selections"

I didnt know which I would like, so I asked and was told that Handjob Heaven and Innocence were busy, but that the other "drinks" were here and available.

 

[English Lady]

Being A Dark Mistress is not easy sometimes. Looking outr on this evening's crowd I could not pick out one fellow who might be interested in my kind of services.


Sometimes I wonder why I am put upon the new "members" cocktail list as most of the bumbling first timers are scared away by my discription. Not many men could handle the bitter sweet intoxicating mix of rum,kahlua and liqourice let alone handle me.
I'm not,as many assume black.

I chose my drink because of the black leather I love to wear and how it looks so like liqourice against my stark white skin. The velvets and the satins I wear like the dark rum,soft to the touch and deep and dark to the eye.


As I sit and wait to be summoned I wonder who I shall be with tonight. I hope he will be of the kind I like. Not the wimpering ,simpering "had one to many for dutch courage" type but one who knows what he wants. A man who needs a mistress like he needs a hole in the heart. I love a challenge!

I love it when they try to dominate me,fight back..mmmmmm I love getting the upper hand and using it to slap their protesting buttocks! I love putting a man in his place....at my feet!

It is true you know,the bigger they are the harder they fall. Those who protest the most become my most loyal slaves. They come back day after day week after week for my special treatment.

I stretch and purr,enjoying the feel of the constricting leather around my ample bosom. I look down at my impressive cleavage and note the light pink tinge to my skin,betraying my state of arousal. I run the handle of my long imposing whip up my naked thigh and moan with delight.

I wonder who shall be my victim tonight. I hope they show themselves soon as the hornier I get the Nastier I become.

I straighten my long black locks in the mirror,add a lick of deep scarlet to my pouting lips and check that the dark mascara has not flaked or run around my deep hypnotic green eyes.

I am ready! Who though is ready for the Dark Mistress?

 

[catlover]

Max

I looked at the board. All those exotic and interesting choices. Hard to make a decision, but my eye landed on one.

I always liked to be with a black woman. there was a special mystery about them, especially knowig that they never charged a brother, but charged full price to a honky, but that made it all the more challenging

I looked at the cute asian bartender, and asked for a Dark Mistress. I saw her prepare te drink and then press a buzzer, and as I took a sip of a really tasty drink, I saw a woman approach. She wasnt black, but she was dressed in black leather and that was even more interestng.

A dominatrix maybe? I needed that. I needed a little discipline and punishment for all my sins which I was ready to confess

 

[English Lady]

My buzzer broke into my day daydream,someone had ordered me. I look over to see who had the dark potent drink,the marker that would make him mine and when my eyes wandered over his tall and masculine figure I felt rather hopeful.


"Hello!" I purr as I slip onto the tall bar stool next to him,making sure my barely covered crotch spreads wide for a second as I arranged myself comfortably, letting him see what he wants to get.

" Now what is your name handsome?"


I ask as I cross my legs, leaning over closer to him making my breasts spill over the top of my basque.

"and what brings you here?"

 

[catlover]

Max

"Hi Baby. My name is Max", I purred as I gently but firmly shook her hand, with my eyes glued on hers after seeing a wisp of crotch hair when she sat and the split of her dress cooperated.

"And what brings me here is you"

She picked up my glass and took a sip, and I asked if she would like one too. "of course, she said" and I ordered her one. When it came she took her little whip and patted my ass and told me to follow her. Never one to disobey orders, she led me upstairs and into a room, and ordered me to undress and bend over for her punshment.

 

[amon_darknight]

Sam

He stands there at the door and he looks to his watch and is very unsure if this is right for him, he looks away and than decides to walk off since no one was opening the door. He took three steps away and he heard the door open, he turned around and saw a woman at the door and he only smiled, but hesitated to come back. His thoughts were whirling through his head; he didn’t know what to do. He heard her say.

“Welcome to Heavens Gate, where all your dreams come true.”

Sam smiled at that and walked over to her and saw beauty.

Sam: “Well than you for welcoming me, I thought you were closed. I guess not though since you are here.”

He smiled and saw you turn your back and walk in to the building; he saw the magnificence of the inside. It was amazing, artwork, and beautiful craftsmanship. It must be a different world in here, cause from the outside it looks like hell, but on the inside it was awe. He saw the Angel motion for him to sit down at the bar and she told him that he would be served in a moment and she walked off.

“Thank you Angel.”

He looked around and he saw another beautiful woman walk up and smile at him. She showed him the list of drinks and told him the lines that were said before in this place and Sam was still lost in thought.

“What exactly is this place? I can’t believe this is what I think it is, I don’t believe it.”

He didn’t believe a word of his friends and this looked like a high class bar, but a church at the same time. He than read over the list of the drinks and his mouth dropped open at the read of them. He looked to the list with his Asian eyes and again slicked his dyed brown hair back and read the list again and again.’

“I have no idea of what to get…. What is this place, and what am I getting myself into…”

She could see he didn’t know what to expect or what to order and that this was his first time doing something like this.

“I am sorry, I don’t think this is the right place for me.”

He stood up and walked off for the door, he didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t know what was going on here.

 

[English Lady]

Well maybe he wasn't as promising as I first thought. Obeying me without even a small yell of protest *sigh*

It is difficault being the Dark Mistress it really is. I take him upstairs and he's there naked and bent over before I can blink.

"stand up"

he obeyed and i led him over to the wall. holding his hands above his head i slip him into some manacles and step back

"What the...." he cries


"I'm going back to finish off my drink. you can hang around there and wait for me if you like"


I cackle as I walk from the room, swaying my hips. He can wait. maybe he'll be more fun after a stiff drink.

I sit down at the bar and take my drink,knocking it back as if it were lemonade.

"Finished already?" the bar angel asked me

"nah...left him to hang out for a while. He'll be begging for it by the time I get back!"

Lazily I scan the room


"Kimiko" I call to the bar angel

"Do me a favour...if someone whom you think might appeal to me comes in...let them know I am available? I know I should only have one at a time but I like a challenge sometimes!"

Kimiko looks at me as if she might protest....I mean over the bar and kiss her lips

"please?" I ask..using the full power of my hypnotic gaze upon her "I'll be terribly grateful"


She smiles and nods her head "thank you gorgeous" I smile "Wll you do me another dark Mistress? I have such a thirst tonight..."

 

[Zircon]

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[Stranger34]

My mind was just whirling - I could barely hear a word the girl was saying. The moment I smelt her scent, I was completely lost. For me, smell is the most powerful of the senses when it comes to sexual attraction - I think I can resist a girl, no matter how pretty she is, unless she smells wonderful - if she does, then I'm lost. I was trrembling as she ran her hands up my thighs, and god, the feel of her nipples brushing against me.......when her sweet breath brushed my ear it was too much, the intimacy was too much, I had to touch her. Instinctively I slid my hands under her babydoll dress, and placed them on her smooth, warm skin. I wish I could describe the feeling - I'd never experienced anything like it on this earth. Her skin was warm, and soft, and strong, and supple, and delicate, and innocent, and sexual, and a thousand other things that I just couldn't put into words. 'Creamy' would be the best single word I could come up with, but it really didn't come close. I began to rub her skin very softly, and she sighed blissfully and slid herself across my lap, her full lips nibbling my ear, her soft body pressing against mine.
I heard her say something like, "Would you like this to happen here or upstairs?" but I was only half listening. I think I'd have liked all this to happen privately, but the truth was I just didn't want to move. The bar, the other customers, everything just seemed to narrow down to the smell of her body, the warmth of her breath on my cheek, her soft hands.......mmmmmmmm those hands.........stroking my face as she whispered into my ear.
"I think" - I managed to stammer out, I'd like to go somewhere else, but - but this just feels so good, I don't want to move."
The girl laughed. "I know it feels good, baby," she said."I'm the best - that's why I work here. Do you know - I think I'd like to take you somewhere a little more private - I've given handjobs at the bar before, but they're usually over very quickly - I think you deserve more special treatment."
I have to say that at the mention of her giving handjobs to other customers, I suddenly felt a wild and unreasonable stab of jealousy - surely this wonderful girl was just for me?? But before I had a chance to dwell any further, she'd taken me by the hand and was leading me towards a wooden staircase. She giggled, stroking my palm with her soft fingers.
"Heaven is just up those stairs - are you coming or not?"

 

[Adapt]

OOC: Hope I’m in J

The night drew out, it was lazy and he had thought it to be a bore, sighing to himself he leans back and kicks his feet up on a box in his new apartment, nothing to do he sighed to himself as he dug in his pocket for a strip joint his buddy told him about…

“Might as well” he shrugged and stood, not even bothering to look his best, just taking his jacket and turning out the lights, he left…

Soon he had arrived at this wore out shanty looking of a place…

Lifting a brow…

“The hell is this place?” he questioned as once again he shrugged and knocked on the door, the response being met with an angelic looking female…

“Nice special effects…” he mentioned seeing her wings…

“They are quite real.” she mentioned.

“Yea…alright.” He spoke with a hint of sarcasm as he walked in…

“Fancy…” he looked about the place, his eyes catching beautiful murals and stained glasses…

Soon finding himself at the bar…

“No Girls, but I can have as much fun with alcohol…” he chuckled as he gazed the list then to other patrons, interesting he thought, personal attention again his thought sparked as he chuckled, looking over to the waitress…

“Ummmm, I’ll have one of them…those Dark Mistress’s…Yea that sounds good” he yawned the rest of the sentence as she smiled and went back to make it, to one side his neck and a loud popping sound echoed and then to the other side…

 

[English Lady]

Dark Mistress

I watch as he walks in, nonchalant and casual...bordering on arrogant and scruffy. He has that cynical turn to his mouth, the one that tells me he doesn't take much in life to seriously and he sure as hell is nobody's slave.


He's the one I want. Now all I have to do is convince him he wants me. Now really we shouldn't do it,Mamagement say it isn't fair and the customer should pick of their own free will but all of my fellow Angels have influenced a man's decision before now. All it takes is a look and a thought and thats it. As he sits at the far end of the bar I gaze at him and think. Next thing I know my buzzer is going off and Kimiko is making up a Dark Mistress for the new stranger.

I stand up,smothing my hands down over the leather of my constricting top,brushing the sides of my creamy white bubbly breasts right down to the top of my exposed naked thighs. I look down and gently pull on the tops of my knee high boots. I want to be 100% ready. When I look up my prey is looking me directly in the cleavage.

"Well hello!" I say, smiling sweetly. "I'm up here though" I place a finger under his stubble encrusted chin and move his head up till he is looking into my eyes.

"I am Dark Mistress, can I help you?"

I wait with bated breath, I love the thrill of the chase!

 

[McKenna]

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[Adapt]

Eyes instinctively turn and what does he see, beautiful bosoms to greet his gaze, then a leather clad finger pulling his eyes to hers, demanding attention, a smirk runs his lips as his eyes lock with hers in a match of wills, the deep emerald eyes seemed somewhat trance inducing as he continued to keep eyes with her, finally ripping contact, his hand softly curled about the drink, pulling it to his lips…

He was slow, uncomfortably slow, taking his time, he had not even shed a hello to her, his lips parted softly, just slightly enough to allow the deep liquid to pass thru his lips, the stem of the crystal glass lifted as he continued to down the drink with un-squeamish ease…

A slow wisp of a reliving sigh lip his lips as he placed the glass upon the bar top…

“Such a ravishing sweet lady” he grinned with sarcasm, however his eyes never slid back to her, the leather was already sending goose bumps up his arms, the light hairs upon the back of his neck stood upon end…

“Help me? Help me do what?” his soft soothing words came with a bit of harshness as he turned again to look up at her, finally standing, more then a head taller then her, the man was rather large and a complement of sexual muscles to run under his massive frame, the slightest move provoked the response of the swell of muscle under his clothing…

His fingers traced up the leather skinned vixen, upon cool leather to run upon warm flesh…

“I’ll tell you what you can help me with…” his words deeper as he leaned closer to her, his fingers running the curve of her wonderful breast to softly curl about ring that hung down from her collar, pulling her closer with force but not with haste…

“I need for you to…” his words deep and powerful as he seemed as if he was going to convey his darkest desires to her…

“Tell me where the bathroom is” he grinned wickedly as he let go of the silver ring, a low chuckle about his voice as he pulled away and headed towards the bathroom, a quick look her way ensured she would give chase…

 

[Stranger34]

Handjob Heaven

My head was buzzing. At last.........at last...............I looked at the chair in the middle of the room. What I really wanted, was to lie down............have this beautiful creature kneel beside me, pull off my clothes and underclothes softly, sensually, and then rub and stroke my cock and balls with her soft, angelic hands until I couldn't bear it any more and exploded in a blissful, intense shower of liquid and heat.
"Do you have a sofa.......or something I could lie down on......?" I stammered. "Look, I know I'm new to this, maybe I shouldn't be asking, but.............."
The girl/angel laughed. "I know you're new to this............but you shouldn't be afraid to ask." She giggled. "Of course you can lie down.........here" and she moved over to the wall, did something I couldn't see, and a whole section of the back wall swivelled around, and a chaise-longue appeared.
"There - is that to your liking?"
Myy face obviously told its own story, because she smiled again and led me over to the dark-blue chaise.
My heart hammering in my chest, I obediently lay down, while she picked up a cushion from the floor and knelt on it. The next thing I knew, her soft hands were sliding under my shirt, rubbing my chest, and she'd knelt over me and kissed me on the mouth. She tasted beautiful - of what, again, I couldn't say, but her full, ripe breasts were an irresistable temptation, and with a soft groan I slid my own hands under her baby-doll dress and began caressing her amazing, creamy skin. She sighed, and leant further into me, and I moved my hands upwards onto her lovely soft breasts, stroking, caressing, brushing her stiff red nipples. My god - I was making love to an angel, it was too good to be true, surely, and then I felt her heavenly hands stroking down, and further down, teasing, rubbing over my stiff, aching crotch, before unzipping my flies with one deft, silky movement. If I died now, I thought, I would be happy..........but please, please, if I am to die, let her finish this at least...........I looked up into her eyes, to see her smiling in a knowing yet uncynical, gentle way, as she began the delicious task of removing my trousers from my aching body...........

 

[English Lady]

Dark Mistress

When he he looked back at me I could see the challenge in his eyes, the masculine arrogance and massive sexual ego.


I was going to enjoy stripping this one,physically,emotionally and mentally. He's big. Much taller than I am much broader but in that husky muscular American footballer kind of way. Hmmmm I love them like this. Just like this. The way he rakes his finger over my body as if I am his and it's just a forgone conclusion,the way his words oooze with confidence and sexual latency


“I need for you to…” I look him deep in the eye then,waiting to hhere what he would say....it couldn't be this easy surely?


“Tell me where the bathroom is”

Good good. He is as much of a bastard as I suspected.


"Seems you can find your way well enough on your own" I call after him. "What a big boy you are!" I put on my most condescending tone and watch as his shoulders clench at the sound of them.

I clip clop over to a table close by the men's room door. I wonder how long he'll keep me waiting. I can be patient. I am infinitely patient and I ALWAYS get my man....He'll be begging at my feet soon enough....

 

[Adapt]

Ah, he felt relived now, smiling as he pressed open the door, his head turning towards her…

“Well, well what do we have here…” he grinned wickedly once more as he turned to face her…

“Are you going to whip me or something?” he chuckled lowly, his deep sea green eyes hazed under the shadow of his tilted forward head, the deep locks fell and slightly shadowed his cheeks…

A hand moved swiftly to pull back the rebelling strand…

His smile curled further upon his welled lips and upon closer inspection the hint of a sneer played about his lips like soft melody dancing upon deep toned softly tanned flesh…

His words now acting in question to her chase…even mocking it…

“You came all this way…what are you going to do now…?” he questioned her, the smug grin still decorated his cheeks, the lavish scent of sexual musk gave away his lack of sexual satisfaction from the pass weeks without a female companion…

Shaking his head slightly, he turned and threatened to move away…

 

[McKenna]

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[English Lady]

Dark Mistress

"Whip you?" I draw the words out,an incredulous lok on my face

"whip you?! Pah,you'd not be able to take a good spanking with my hand man,let alone a lashing from my whip!"

I laugh loud and long, throwing my head back.


Instead of walking away the stranger stops and looks at me.


He just looks at me with a cold hard stare, a little nerve throbbing in his neck. Oh goody he does get riled easily.


"What love?" I purr, standing up and walking towards him "I'm I scaring you little boy?" I walk around him and gently smack at his tight buttocks "Is Mr Big words a bit of a sissy huh?"


He spins round on his heel, ready to snap a reply,his eyes blazing.

"Save it big boy." I say pressing a finger under his chin again and snapping his mouth shut,his teeth clicking as they meet "If you want to prove me wrong then follow me!"


I walk away from him,hips swinging, bottom rolling. I don't look back I know this guy will not leave a challenge to his manhood alone. A cool man would walk away now but this ones firey and the only way to fight fire is with fire.

"see you upstairs sissy boy!" I call back over my shoulder just for good measure.