Strict Mistress in corset and stockings
I stand before you, my presence commanding attention. A riding crop in my hand, its leather tip tapping softly against my palm, the sound sharp and deliberate. You can’t help but notice the way the curve of my corset accentuates my waist, how my black stockings stretch over my legs, and the high heels that make me stand tall above you. You look at me, your gaze flickering nervously, and I smirk. Don’t be shy, I say, my voice cool, yet dripping with authority.
I know what you’re feeling: apprehension, uncertainty, maybe even fear. But you’re here for a reason, aren’t you? You’ve sought me out. You crave the control, the power I wield over you. And now, as you stand before me, I expect nothing less than your complete surrender. Don't be shy. The moment you step into my world, you are mine.
There’s no room for hesitation. The tightness of my corset reminds me of the control I hold, and the precision with which I wield it. You can try to resist, but I’ll break you down, piece by piece, until you submit completely. I know you want to obey. I can see it in your eyes. Your every move betrays the yearning for discipline, the longing to feel the sting of the crop, to kneel before me and give in.
You think you can hide behind your shyness, but that’s not enough. I don’t accept hesitation, and I certainly don’t tolerate weakness. Don’t be shy, darling. You were meant to be controlled, to surrender fully to me. And believe me, you will.
As the crop taps once more, the sound sharp and commanding, I wait. My eyes locked on yours. This is your moment to decide: continue hiding, or embrace the submissive role you’ve long desired. Don’t be shy. Step forward.
There’s no room for hesitation. The tightness of my corset reminds me of the control I hold, and the precision with which I wield it. You can try to resist, but I’ll break you down, piece by piece, until you submit completely. I know you want to obey. I can see it in your eyes. Your every move betrays the yearning for discipline, the longing to feel the sting of the crop, to kneel before me and give in.
You think you can hide behind your shyness, but that’s not enough. I don’t accept hesitation, and I certainly don’t tolerate weakness. Don’t be shy, darling. You were meant to be controlled, to surrender fully to me. And believe me, you will.
As the crop taps once more, the sound sharp and commanding, I wait. My eyes locked on yours. This is your moment to decide: continue hiding, or embrace the submissive role you’ve long desired. Don’t be shy. Step forward.
