A private session with the Mistress

You had been summoned by the Lady herself and with bated breathe you dashed across the manor to her private chambers. The halls were adorned with tapestry after tapestry of great landscapes. Realms far away of castles and beasts and mages. Reaching the ornate door, you took the time to straighten your attire and even before you touched the silver handle the Lady's commanding tone came through the door

"Ive been waiting for you..."

You opened the door slowly not wanting to betray your excitement to the mistress. Entering her chambers a hundred thoughts ran through your head as you caught sight of her violet attire and dropped your gaze immediately.

"I didnt ask you here to be humble..."

Her tone was even and as soft as velvet to your ears. Looking back up at your gorgeous Lady she began to beckon you over to the bed where she sat so elegantly. Her skirt was pulled aside, showing off her lean thighs and the curve of her hips. You must have been staring a while as her voice snapped you back to her beaming face.

"Thats more like it.... enjoy the view?"

She was teasing you? The Mistress motioned to the end of the bed and tilted her head

"If you are good I will show you even more.... and you may even be allowed to have your hands on me..."

She was serious!

As you watched on and started to drift closer to the end of her elegant bed, she kept removing piece upon piece of her attire. You knew in your head just how many parts make up her whole wardrobe. Perhaps you had watched too intently... started a bit too long at her long legs... her lean shoulders... her electric sapphire eyes...

"If you spend too much time in your thoughts the less time you are going to have over me..."

You snapped back as your gaze traced up your mistress's curves only to realize that she had naught left but her divine gloves, her stockings, and those.... lacy cobalt panties...

"You still have your clothes on... not very fair now is it?" She was leading you into this... as disrobed as she was, this woman still held your reigns, firmly, and with that you started to comply. Her stare intense and regal, like a leopard that knows there is nothing you could to do flee should she chose to chase...

As you did as she requested pulling your clothing free about as quickly as you could still trying as you could to keep your gaze upon her and those slow, deliberate movements. Her corset came free... and it dropped, and so did your jaw. Beneath it all she was fair and svelte and now she was beckoning you closer...

"Come closer my darling... lay your hands on me and show me just what you have really wanted to do to me..."