****** Diary of A Mistress ~Introduction~ by Mistress Cocoa ******
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Diary of A Mistress ~Introduction~


Where do I start? I guess that can only be answered by beginning at the
beginning. I am a single, black, professional woman. I have a very successful
career at the age of 36, but my ambition to succeed has taken its toll on my
social life. A strong, black intelligent woman, competing in the male dominated
world of chemical engineering has to remain focused. I do hope to one day
settle down and raise a family soon, but through my adventures I've also come
to know the type of man I must have in my life. The details of my stories are
based on fact, on the realities of the things I've done and the men that long
to please me. Each is written from my perspective as I think back on the
activities we've enjoyed together and the journeys we've taken. Of course to
protect our identities, I would never name names or places. But for those of
you that already know who I am, you will also surely know whom I'm referring to
in each of the short missives I hope to publish.

I was dead tired when I got home last night... almost midnight and the dark
house looked so uninviting. However, I was comforted by the thoughts of a nice
chilled glass of wine on my mind and knew that soon all the stress from the day
and week would be forgotten. I left my briefcase in the car, taking it into the
house would only temp me to turn on the computer, and nine times out of ten,
work would beckon me instead of play. My first stop was the bathroom. I turned
on the hot water in the tub; a shower would cheat myself out of hour of
relaxation. I pour the scented bath beads into the tub and sit for a moment
watching as they slowly dissolve, therapeutic I think for as each sand like
grain disappears, I imagined that they are my worries disappearing as well. It
takes forever to fill the whirlpool tub, but I know the wait would be well
worth the rewards of the powerful jets. On to the kitchen, where I removed the
bottle of Chardonnay from the refrigerator... uncorking it, I d! idn't even
bother to save it, I left the open bottle on the counter, took out a single
wineglass and return to the bedroom to undress.

I loaded the CD changer with Stratos, Najee, Keith Jarrett, Stanley Clarke and
John Martyn... I am going to really enjoy this. I light the fragrant candles
around the bath, turn on the music and turn off the lights. Everything is just
about ready to escape the realities of life... I pull my hair back into a loose
ball and pin it into place. Just one last preparation before I slip into the
tub. I return to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine; the first sip is
wonderful. Returning to the bathroom, the wineglass in one hand, and the bottle
in the other. Stepping slowly into the tub of hot water, I feel my body
immediately began to relax and my thoughts drift to the world of fantasy. A
world where I would not have had to make such preparations for myself, but
rather I would have you at my beck and call.

You should know me well enough by now to realize that fantasy isn't my kink,
letters full of missives of what could be instead of what isn't, just isn't my
style. But with such a busy schedule lately, I thought it would be fun to let
you into the mind of the Mistress of Dark Desires, there really is more to me
than hard work and dedication to my job. I take another sip of the wine, still
cold, such a contrast to the warmth of the bath, and feel the chilled sweet
liquor slide down my throat, it's comfort immediate and I close my eyes,
listening to the strong, classical notes of Stratos. I dare not sleep, but
adventure to fantasize... The sight of you naked, smiling, trembling slightly
as you dare to touch me without permission welcomes me. I return your smile, a
knowing wink that tells you to proceed, but realize that punishment is
forthcoming. I lean back into the air pillow, totally relaxed now and enjoy the
soft massage of your fingers kneading my shoulders... my neck, down ! my
back... never sexual, you know better than that, but extremely pleasurable.

The bath is long, delightful; the water grows chilly. The bottle of wine now
half empty and you know that you will soon be the subject of the release of
much of my frustration. With nothing more than a wave of my hand, you know to
leave me, to take your position at the side of my bed. Wait for me there dear
one, I shall take great joy in your gift of submission this evening.

I quickly step from the bath, drying myself, toweling dry the wet ends of my
hair, running the blow dryer so that it will not tangle, I slip on my leopard
print silk chemise and join you in the bedroom. I smile as I find you, legs
spread wide, ass high in the air, feet firmly on the soft carpet as you lie
face down into the pillows bent at the waist. You haven't forgotten our ritual
of inspection. I run my fingers up and down the crack of your ass, spreading
your cheeks wide, making sure that you are clean and prepared for the play you
know I most enjoy. I cup your balls, they are full of a treasure I will take my
time releasing, and your cock, thick, hard, the head wet as you have prepared
nicely for my enjoyment.

"Did you enjoy masturbating as you listened to me in the bath?" I whisper
softly in your ear.

Your reply so soft, I can barely hear you as you admit to touching yourself...

"Are you ashamed that you are required to make your cock hard for me?"

Laughing, I slap you on the ass... "Good boy," I chuckle. "Real good boy."

You briefly sigh a moan of relief; I am pleased so far. I again run my finger
up and down the crack of your ass, feeling your body begin to sweat, I tease
you as I grasp your balls, they are so warm, so full, and the source of so much
pleasure for me. I pull them away from your body; your sigh turns to a groan as
you feel the sharp jolt run through your body, I attach the leather harness,
the one with the straps and hooks for the weights...

"Are you ready dear boy? Does your cock betray you? Does it continue to remain
hard, slowly dripping clear precum as your torture begins?"

To two of the hooks I attached the lead weights, slowly allowing you to adjust
to the pressure. From the hook in the center, I run a length of soft rope,
pulling it tightly, I kneel between your legs, my face in your ass, what are
you thinking now dear boy? I attached the ends of the rope to your ankles,
pulling the rope until your whimper softly changes to a sensual begging of me
not to pull so tightly. I smile, knowing that you want more, need more, your
protests are in vain, and you enjoy this as much as I do... don't you?

Wrapping the rope around each of your ankles, I run my nails across the tightly
stretched skin covering your balls, so tightly bound now, you will not move an
inch as I begin to have my fun. As I stand, I run my tongue across your tender
puckered asshole, so tight right how, but we both know you will be unbelievably
stretched before the night is done.

Shall I continue dear boy? Do you want to know more? Please write and let me
know what you think and encourage me to continue with the revelations of my
personal journal. You can contact me at Dark_Desires@hotmail.com. I get my
motivation from you and my encouragement from the few personal friends that
I've shared my writings within the past. Trust me when I say this is just the
beginning, my journal is not entitled Dark Desires for nothing. The experiences
delve deeper and deeper into the world of BDSM as I become more comfortable
with a willing submissive and he communicates his desires to take journeys past
his current imagination.

Looking forward to hearing from you all.

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