just the place for me

why thank you, I bite my bottom lips slightly as I study the seating available. I'm unsure which would be appropriate to sit in and decide the best choice would be to kneel alongside a comfortable looking recliner. I slowly lower my knees to the floor, and sit quietly.
 
watches your trepidation of the choices. finally you kneel, as I smile tomyself and ease my way to the recliner you kneel by

"Call me Dani" I speak softly
 
I flash a wide smile at you. My green eyes sparkle. It is clear I'm happy to meet you.

I'm Danielle. Is this your place?
 
“Well, whatever you think most appropriate Ma'am.” I quietly reply, not wanting to offend you. “This really is a beautiful home.” My eyes slowly explore it, taking in the care with which it is decorated and maintained.
 
"Well thank you, it is nice and homey how I like it" I comment. "Do you prefer I call you Danielle or Dani .... or maybe there is another name you prefer .... or desire ... my lovely guest."

As I speak I cross my legs my spiked heel leg dangling close to you.
 
Your elegant movement mesmerizes me. You move swiftly and with such grace making me feel shy and clumsy.

"Um, either is fine Ma'am." I look down at unsure, hesitant of what I want to say. My voice becomes a soft whisper, as if I am ashamed of what I'm about to say, "but I would prefer if you called me yours." I sneak a small glance up at your face, and then quickly back at the floor.
 
My heart jumped a bit at her words. For a moment I lost my composure as I thought how to respond.

"So .. you lust to be mine n what way may I ask." I respond
 
Terrified the moments of silence pass. I feel my face flush red, assumed at what I've said that I may have spoken out of turn. As I wait there my eyes explore your spike heeled shoe and the foot within and up your smooth leg.

"In.... in all ways Ma'am. To.. to serve you, to comply to your whim and fancy, to make you happy and rejoice in your happiness, to feel your sorrow and suffer it for you." my words deliver with a bit of hesitation to start but then in a hurried rush as if they need to be released from my body. Unsure of how to end my soliloquy I state only, "please." delivered as a soft gasp of breathe.
 
"So Danielle, you wish to serve me as if I am your Mistress, to act on my whim, to be a plaything, a lover as i see fit. To dress to please my vision of what you are, to share in my joy and suffering as if we are one at times." I gain confidence as I speak.

"Stand for me and turn around ... I will need to see what you have to offer." I say in a commanding voice. I am certain from what I have seen I find you attractive, yet I want to see how you respond. "As you display yourself for me tell me about yourself my sweet danielle."
 
I slowly stand, excited by what you have said but recognize the critical seconds and minutes of evaluation that are now about to occur.

"Thank you Ma'am" I start. My eyes cast down, looking at the floor out of fear of what you may think of me, my body, my very being. I talk softly and start to describe myself. "I am 28 year of age Ma'am." My body unfurls showing I stand at about 5'8" tall. My skirt flows around my legs as I slow begin to turn. You see I have dishwater blonde hair that has a bit of a curl to it. My eyes are green and my lips a pale pink. My cheeks are a flushed white from my thoughts. As I turn back to face you I pull my skirt up slightly. "I love to run Ma'am." My legs are thin yet strong, a strong runners leg. They are currently covered by charcoal stockings. "I love to wear stockings." I explain. I continue to pull my skirt up until you see the tops of the stockings and my thighs, then I let the stockings drop. My hands run up the side of my body, over my hips and onto my red blouse. I pull it tight to my body, allowing you to see my small curves. "I am a 32C Ma'am."
 
It is difficult to remain calm and hide my excitement as danielle stands before me. I ease from my chair, I am a bit taller than her with my heels which are taller than hers.

"Stockings yes ... that is good. though for the moment drop your skirt my dear as I ease from the chair I move inches from her as I walk around her so sloce I am certain she can feel my presence. "I will help you dani ... do you wish to be my submissive lover my sweet danielle." I ask as your skirt falls to the floor, without a word I tenderly remove your blouse.

I touch your firm body adminring your subtle curves, and petite breasts. Thinking to myself you are an object of desire.

I stand behind you, I whisper in your ear. "What else is it that you like ... danielle. Oh yes and call me Mistress."
 
I feel your body close to mine, your presence so near my causes a shiver to ripple through me, your breath on my neck has me goose-fleshed.

"i i like... to be spanked M.. Mistress." the hesitation evident in my voice.

(I'm sorry, I need to step out, but I'll be back later. :rose:)
 
Without warning I slap your ass, the sound fills the room. "Why is that danielle have you been a bad girl." I ask, as the shrill of excitement fills me as I feel the power of control over you.

"Tell me danielle .. what is it you really enjoy .. and be true to yourself my dear." I whisper

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i gasp with surprise as your hand strikes my bottom. My knees go weak and buckle. Oh shit I think as i recognize the feeling coming over me, the feeling of loss of control.

"to... to serve Ma'am. To feel contentment from being allowed to be with you, in your presence, in the capacity You know is right for me." although my answer is truthful, it is somewhat incomplete, i'm telling you what i think you want hear, and not all that I'm thinking. The guilt from this overcomes me and like a little girl the rest of the emotion spills through me. "to serve you Ma'am, to worship you, to start at your feet and kiss and lick and suck until you allow more, to be cleansed through pain until i'm worthy of pleasuring you."
 
"what kind of girl can I expect from you my sweet danielle .... remember I expect complete honesty." I whisper as my hands carresses your stinging ass

"so please now tell me your desires ... both deep and dark my dear."
 
Your soft whispers tingle on my neck and I feel my desire growing, the slickness in my panties now clear, i know what i am... a slut, Your slut.

"rope, grope, gang bangs, ... to be ... to be on display, a center piece for your erotic viewing....." my words start to fade, there is only one more request I can make, "to ... to..." the words feel to hard to form, i choke on them "to.. to be your humiliation slut."
 
when you finish speaking my hand slides up from your ass, and almost effortlessly I unclasp your bra, my finger pushes it from each of yourshoulders allowing it to fall to the floor.

"Do you think that would please me, to see you as my little slut, to see you fucked as you desire, as if you are a whore, to have you dress for my pleasure." my hand slides around under your right breast. "to mark you as my own, to give you pain for your sincere pleasure." my hand teases your nipple, before softly taking it in my had. "Tell me more and I shall reward you dear danielle." As I speak I nudge my thigh into your ass.
 
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