The incense is burning, candle sconces lit, and the lights are dimmed in My dungeon casting shadows on My purple and black walls. Lords of Acid is playing in the background to set the mood as I finish tying the bow on My corset and roll My black patent leather stockings up My thighs. My sub is sitting in the lobby's waiting area downstairs on a 1920's chaise lounge by the equally ancient piano twiddling his thumbs anxiously waiting on Me to call him upstairs to My dungeon. I've probably left him down there for 5-10 minutes. Not due to unpunctuality, I just like to take My sweet time and build up the anticipation. Sure it's a scheduled appointment, but... I'm the Dominatrix, My time, My rules, and it builds a fun bit of anticipation. I love making them wait just long enough to sweat a little, it makes the meeting all the more sweet.
I take a final look in the mirror, yep, I'm ready. My smokey eye shadow is perfect, My dark blue hair is wavy and chaotic like I'd been standing in front of a fan for a photo shoot, messy in a sexy sort of way. My waist is 20 inches in this tiny purple and black corset, and you can almost see My nipples through My lace black bra. I call My sub upstairs, and wait for the knock on the door, get up off the top of My cage and stroll down the corridor to let him in.
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