Strict Mistress in black seamed pantyhose
You stand there, not daring to move, as I tower over you. My eyes lock onto
yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel
the weight of my gaze, cold and commanding. My black skirt clings to my
hips, the material smooth and unforgiving. My black pantyhose stretch over
my long legs, the faint sheen catching the light as I move, every step
punctuated by the click of my high heels.
You know better than to speak without permission. It’s clear from the way I hold the cane—deliberate, poised, ready for action—that I expect nothing but absolute obedience from you. The curve of my lips twitches slightly as I consider you, and you can almost feel the pressure in the air, thick with expectation. You try to avoid my gaze, but I’m always one step ahead. You will look at me, and you will feel my presence.
“You thought you could defy me,” I say, my voice calm yet dripping with disdain. “But now, you’ll learn just how foolish that was.”
My high heels click on the floor again, a rhythmic warning. I take a step closer, my cane resting against my palm, its polished surface glinting under the harsh light. “You see, your disobedience hasn’t gone unnoticed. I’ve been patient with you, but patience has its limits.”
The cane taps lightly against the floor, the sound sharp like a crack of thunder. “Do you understand the power I hold over you? The control I have, not just over your body, but over your mind?”
You nod, unable to speak, as my severe eyes pierce into yours, drawing you in and making it impossible to look away. “Good,” I whisper. “Remember that when you misbehave again.”
“You thought you could defy me,” I say, my voice calm yet dripping with disdain. “But now, you’ll learn just how foolish that was.”
My high heels click on the floor again, a rhythmic warning. I take a step closer, my cane resting against my palm, its polished surface glinting under the harsh light. “You see, your disobedience hasn’t gone unnoticed. I’ve been patient with you, but patience has its limits.”
The cane taps lightly against the floor, the sound sharp like a crack of thunder. “Do you understand the power I hold over you? The control I have, not just over your body, but over your mind?”
You nod, unable to speak, as my severe eyes pierce into yours, drawing you in and making it impossible to look away. “Good,” I whisper. “Remember that when you misbehave again.”
