0 comments/ 18907 views/ 0 favorites Mistress Lola By: LylaVanSaint Whenever I find myself in despair over the morality of my career I look at men and think of the horrible advantage they have had over women for the past few thousand years or so and it returns the joy I feel each time I have a working encounter. Some women think I'm just you're average Plain Jane whore, looking for a rich Japanese salary man to get my quota of tricks for the evening, but that's not right. My official title is Mistress Lola. I find that it suits my much better than the name my parents gave me back in Kansas, of course that seems so long ago I can hardly remember it. But it's better to think of other things, things that are much more pleasurable. I've been in Tokyo almost three years now and I love it. I feel at home here, in a land of hidden acceptable perversions behind every paper screen and under every tatami mat. Because that is how I see myself an acceptable and beautiful perversion. My true passion is to tie up the especially dominate business men that order my services. Lucky for me tonight is my favorite night of the month, the night when Slave K. comes to me for his punishment and eventual fulfillment. I am to meet him at a tiny love hotel in Roppongi, with a special room to fit our needs we can rent by the hour. I dress myself carefully after arriving, starting by lacing my leather corset so tight I can hardly breathe. I love the feel of the stiff stays pressed in to my skin, they appeal to my often ignored submissive side. The taut, cold, black leather presses my normally petite breasts into an overflowing valley at the top of the corset. The lotion I recently rubbed into them to glisten slightly in the dim lights of the small room. I cannot help but run my hand gently over the top of them. Even knowing that I am no where close to finished dressing I feel a beginning shudder of the passion only a woman can give herself and am tempted to start without him, but I know the evening ahead is worth the short wait. When I finished sliding my red silk thong panties between my thighs I felt the familiar wetness when the fabric settled against my nether lips, which I shaved bare this morning. I quickly finished dressing, adding my black silk thigh highs, and placing my black mask over the upper half of my face and of course my black stiletto boots, that clung to my calves so tightly, they look as if they may be painted on. Just as I finished I head the sudden knock at the door, and rushed to open it to him. When I saw him standing just in front of me, staring up at me, as I was a few inches taller than him in my stilettos, many thoughts began to run through my mind. I wondered if what I was doing would ever be acceptable with someone I love, and then I could find a more, traditional job and perhaps get married; of course I know the answer to this, which is a resounding no. Here in this tiny room, where no on expects anything more than what will happen, I know this is how it should be, at least for me. A planned Secret rendezvous, a discreet envelope exchange, followed by a wonderful encounter for bother parties, never to be discussed in the light of day. I can not accept myself this way in the light of day so it's best to reserve my passions for the cover of forbidden nights. K slides his way into the room and quickly removes all his clothes and stand perfectly still awaiting my attentions. I know his secret desires as he knows that I long to fulfill them, it is the perfect relationship. I began to walk toward him and my excitement reaches a fever pitch. I place my body right up against his naked one, and as slowly as I possibly I can I begin to slide my hand down his body to his waiting member, then with sudden aggression I force a metal cock-ring onto his semi- erect penis. K lets out a soft whimper of pain and pleasure and again I feel the rush of incredible, hot wetness, between my lips. I then quickly grab a riding crop from the nearby wall of toys and force him back onto a flat, hard cot, similar to a prison bunk. He crashes to the bed and inches him self against the wall not quite knowing what I may do next. But I know and I can't wait. I pulled a piled of chains and padlocks from beneath the bed and wound them quickly round his wrists and the iron bars of the bed and continue to do this with his feet. Already I can hear him whimpering, "Mistress, please don't hurt me, be kind to your devoted slave." I know he doesn't mean this but he needs to feel completely out of control and I like to feel I have total power so this works perfectly for us. I straddle his face, and begin to grind my dripping pussy against his mouth through my soaking panties. He greedily begins to lick them, and suck at them trying desperately to get through to the sweet, sticky, silk of my lips. "Tell me what you want to do to your Mistress, slave?" I demanded, rising off him to allow him to answer. "Do not take it away from me Mistress I beg you, I want to taste all of you, to empty you, and show you pleasure!" he begged, sounding near crying. "Not a good enough answer!" I snapped and gave him a quick tap with the riding crop. "Now, your mistress will remove your panties and hopefully you can show her better than you can tell her!" I shouted and he quickly nodded submission. I slid my panties slowly off to make him wait. Tonight was an unusual night I find myself craving a little give and take and decided to perhaps try a little 69 with K though we had never done this before together. I positioned my self straddling him and facing his feet and slowly lowered my lips to his face. The first wave of pleasure at the feel of his quickly darting velvet tongue deep inside me nearly blew me away, sending shudders down my spine and setting my head a little off center. I quickly lowered my upper body over his now erect penis. I knew I now had to remove the ring because shortly I would demand him fully inside me. I slid his shaft deep inside my mouth and began run my tongue all around it as he began to concentrate his tongue on my clit. He moved around and around it in quick swirling motions and I felt the tender numb harden under his ministrations. I continued my attention to him as he sucked harder and harder and the tiny stabs of pain heightened my pleasure. As he become more and more excited himself, he worked harder and harder, suddenly I felt the thunder crash inside me and heard him moan and swallow as my cum dripped into his mouth. I quickly turned to taste myself on him and then rose up and stepped back. "Do you want to enter me?" I asked. His immediate reply came in a ragged gasp. I grasped the two leather hand straps hung over the bed and lowered myself till my outer lips hovered just above his penis. He of course couldn't have everything right away. I slammed the heel of my boot into the center of his chest and ordered him to remove it. "But you are right above my I cannot concentrate!" he actually sounded genuinely amazed, though I had played a much more dominate and demanding mistress with him in the past. "That may be so but do it!" I ordered. He slid my boot off as quickly as he could. I placed the other one up next, by time he finished it he had small, circular bruise where my heel had been. I now felt he deserved me and lowered myself fully onto him. I couldn't help but moan my pleasure as his thick shaft plunged deeply into me. My desire was running my body now and I could hardly control myself. I slammed myself down on him over and over feeling him stretching my walls and squirming beneath me. Again I felt my body tense in orgasm, my legs were suddenly numb and my heart was pounding. I knew he was near his passion and quickly lifted away from him. I stepped to the side of the bed and unchained his hands and feet. I then pulled him up and lead him to the center of the room. "Get down on all fours!" I hissed. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me. I lowered myself to a chair right in front of him so he could see my clearly. I chained his left hand to the chair leg and told him to start to pleasure himself. He began to run his hand up and down his still pulsating shaft. To give him a little more inspiration I slowly began to slide my finger in and out of my sopping wet hole. I spread my lips for him to see, loving that he could see me, and that he was bent before me like a dog, pleasuring himself. As I was screaming out my pleasure during my little show, he finally found his own. When this happens I always quickly unchain him because for some reason he becomes suddenly ashamed and must quickly hand me my "gift" and escape. I watched him scurry out as I started to redress myself for the world outside. No one will ever know about tonight, or tomorrow night, or the next night. That is why I feel such freedom doing what I do. No one on this Earth will ever know for sure if I am right or wrong, but I know it feel right for me. This is why I can head out this door and face the time ahead, because I will always have my secret pleasures. Mistress Loretta Of Ghana Lying on the carpeted floor of his Barrhaven townhouse, Steve Vincent was as happy as can be. Outside, the Ontario winter raged in the form of a fierce blizzard, but Steve didn't even notice, nor did he care. For his beloved lady Loretta Ampofo sat on his face, smothering him with her thick black ass. Ass worship, African-style, what more could a self-respecting masculine black man ask for? "Happy Kwanzaa Big Daddy," Loretta said in a sweet, downright melodious voice as she rode her man's face. While astride her man's face, the sexy Ghanaian diva even squeezed out a couple of hot, wet farts for good measure, and Steve inhaled them happily. For he absolutely loved Loretta's ass in every way...farts included. Reaching over, Loretta grabbed hold of his long and thick dick and stroked it. Instantly Steve hardened, and Loretta giggled happily before getting into the sixty ninth position. "Lick my ass, bud, and don't stop until I tell you to," Loretta said in that sexy, bossy tone that Steve found so sexy. Indeed, the tall Haitian stud from Boston had been drawn to the tall, curvy Ghanaian goddess ever since he first laid eyes on her inside the Carleton University library. They were both Law students, fiercely independent and gifted individuals from vastly different corners of the globe. A proud son of Haiti and a lovely, fierce diva from Ghana. They forged a tentative friendship, one fraught with head-butting, and then, things were Kaboom for a while. They always got back together. "Yes ma'am," Steve paused to say, and then, spreading Loretta's ass cheeks wide open, he wormed his tongue into her asshole. There was nothing he loved more than his sweet Loretta's ass. Greedily he began munching on her butt hole, loving the way it smelled and tasted, and the young West African woman moaned in pleasure. While eating Loretta's ass, Steve also fingered her pussy. Knowing what Loretta liked, Steve worked three fingers into her cunt and another two in her ass, and just as he expected, the young woman's gorgeous body began to tremble. "Oh fuck, Steve, you're doing things to me," Loretta whispered, and Steve grinned as he continued munching on her asshole. Like every son of the African motherland, Steve was fascinated by a big-booty sister, and Loretta Ampofo of Ghana was one of the best. Indeed, the tall, fine sister from Ghana has the kind of thick, dark and juicy, heart-shaped ass that would make tennis legend Serena Williams green with envy. And that is saying a lot. "Give me that ass, my dear," Steve paused to say, and he smacked Loretta's big dark bum before he resumed munching on her hot, sweaty butthole. Meanwhile, Loretta was not inactive. Wrapping her full, lovely lips around Steve's long and thick Haitian dick, Loretta decided to show her man what the ladies of Ghana were all about. While sucking Steve's dick, Loretta worked a finger up his ass. Talk about a surprise. For a moment, Steve froze and Loretta worried she might have gone too far. Moments later, Steve began to moan and a grinning Loretta worked a second finger up his ass. Steve's warm, tight ass gripped Loretta's fingers like a vise. Continuing with her exploration of her man's ass, Loretta licked the underside of Steve's balls while digging into his ass with her sleek, eager fingers. Suddenly filled with inspiration, Loretta stopped what she was doing. "Steve, my love, I want to fuck that ass of yours," Loretta said, half-jokingly, and Steve stopped munching on her asshole. Turning around to look at her man, Loretta was stunned to see a mile-wide smile on Steve Vincent's handsome face. The Haitian stud nodded so eagerly that for a brief moment Loretta worried his head might come off like that of a bobble-head doll. "Kinky idea," Steve said, and Loretta grinned, and rolled off of him. The two of them got to their feet, and shared a passionate kiss. Hand in hand, they went upstairs and continued the action in the bedroom. Once they reached the bedroom, Loretta sat on the bed and ordered Steve to kneel before her. When the Haitian stud hesitated, Loretta grabbed his face for emphasis. "Steve, from now on, you will call me Mistress Loretta and do as I say or else," Loretta said, and Steve nodded in agreement, then buried his face between her legs. Grinning, Loretta pinched her tits and watched as Steve resumed eating her pussy. All that ass licking action he'd unleashed upon her earlier made Loretta horny as can be, and Steve had to deal with the consequences. After a few pleasant minutes, Loretta just about had enough. "Alright, big man, I need you to get on your hands and knees and show me that ass," Loretta barked in a bossy tone, and Steve did as he was told without hesitation this time. Loretta grinned as she admired Steve's cute butt from behind. Reaching under the bed, she grabbed her trusty toy. The shiny phallic object glistened, and Loretta happily put it on. Giggling, Loretta stroked the strap-on dildo, and out of curiosity, Steve turned to look. "Oh fuck," Steve said, gasping, and Loretta winked at him as she grabbed a bottle of Aloe cream from the nearby nightstand. Caressing Steve's butt, Loretta leaned over and whispered something into his ear. Instantly the Haitian stud tensed up, and Loretta continued caressing his ass, then reached for his dick. Gently, Loretta stroked Steve's dick and all tension left his body as his dick hardened. "Make way, big man, because I'm coming inside," Mistress Loretta said, smacking Steve's ass for good measure as she used the Aloe cream to lubricate his hole. Moments later, she pressed the business end of the strap-on dildo against Steve's asshole. The burly Haitian tensed, and Mistress Loretta thrust forward with a swift movement of her hips, pushing the dildo into Steve's asshole. "Go easy on me, Mistress Loretta!" Steve pleaded even as the laughing Ghanaian dominatrix gripped his hips tightly while sinking the strap-on dildo deeper into his asshole. Steve yelped and tried to flee but Mistress Loretta all but tackled him and held him down as she fucked his ass with the strap-on dildo. Wrapping her arms around her lover's torso, Mistress Loretta kissed him tenderly. Finally, Steve stopped struggling. Instead, he relaxed and enjoyed. "That was fun," Steve said, much later, as he and Loretta lay side by side on the floor, spent. Smiling, Loretta kissed her man on the lips and rested her head against his hairy chest. Steve looked at her, sighed and finally let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Loretta Ampofo of Ghana was truly something else. Sex kitten one moment and sizzling dominatrix the next. What a woman! "Happy Kwanzaa my love," Loretta whispered, and moments later, she was asleep. Steve marveled at how fast Loretta could fall asleep. Seriously, what was her secret? Steve was an insomniac even on his better days. Smiling at Loretta, Steve picked her up and carried her to the bed, then pulled the sheets over both of their bodies. As a snoring Loretta lay next to him, the young man smiled. His life had changed drastically since he first laid eyes on Loretta Ampofo in the Carleton University library a little over a year ago, that's for damn sure. In a few months, they'd graduate with their undergrad degrees, and then they'd head to the University of Ottawa for law school. If all went well. Steve sincerely hoped he and Loretta would make it. Black love wasn't easy in this crazy world...