Mistress Kira answered her shop’s back door in a tight red dress, five inch black heels, full make-up, and her blonde hair pulled back into a severe bun. She assessed Owen; a non-descript man of average build in his early forties stood before her dressed in a cheap suit. He looked harmless enough with anxious eyes as he stood in the alley behind the row of stores.
“Come in,” she said.
He stepped into the hall. She closed the door behind him, plunging the hallway into murky dimness before she began walking towards her office. He followed her only to stop when she did. She turned around to face him.
She said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. Men get to walk. Dogs crawl. Get down on your knees. Now.”
He dropped down to his hands and knees, looking up her beautiful legs reminiscent of a Russian ballerina; pale and hard, smooth.
“Come,” she said, walking away.
He crawled behind her as she walked a few steps before turning left into a windowless office with dark green walls and heavy wood and leather furniture. A lone Tiffany lamp shined on her desk. She picked up a riding crop from her desk then turned her attention to Owen. Leaning against the desk, she looked down at the submissive man.
She asked, “Did you fuck your wife like you were told?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Did you think of me while you did it?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Do you have a picture of her?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Let’s see it.”
Owen pulled his phone from his pants pocket, pulled up a picture of his wife and handed the phone to the demanding mistress. Mistress Kira took it. His wife wasn’t a bad looking woman.
“God, I feel sorry for your wife being married to you,” she said, handing him back his phone. “Now take off your clothes.”
He hesitated.
“Now,” she snarled between clenched teeth.
He sat up on his knees, ripped off his jacket and tossed it aside before quickly unbuttoning his shirt. He sat down, unbuckled his pants and removed them. He sat there in his socks and briefs waiting for her instructions. The stern dominatrix frowned at him and struck his back with her riding crop.
“I said take off your clothes! All of them! Now, you stupid oaf.”
He yanked off his socks and scooted out of his cotton briefs. He’d never felt so vulnerable kneeling naked in front of this enigmatic woman and stranger yet, he was becoming aroused.
She said, “Stand up.”
He did. She stared at his micro-penis and equally small balls as she poked and prodded his genitalia with her riding crop. She mashed at it until it began to jerk and grow under her disapproving gaze.
Mistress Kira giggled as she said, “This is the smallest penis I’ve ever seen.”
He flinched as her leather crop swatted his groin.
She asked, “Did you bring me your wife’s panties?”
“Yes, Mistress Kira,” he answered.
He bent down to reach into his pants pocket and pulled out a pair of pink lace high rise panties with a tiny bow and rhinestone on the waistband.
She asked, “Did you wash them?”
“Yes, mistress.”
He placed them in her outstretched hand.
She said, “Good. I don’t want your nasty cum or her pussy juice on my cunt. Turn around.”
He did. He could hear her shimmy out of her clothing.
She said, “Amazing. We wear the same size panty. They must really stretch to cover her fat ass. I’m going to show you how they’re supposed to look. You know, on a sexy woman. I bet these aren’t even her. They’re your panties, aren’t they? Do you wear them sometimes?”
“No, mistress.”
“Maybe you should, since your penis is the size of an average woman’s clit. Okay. Turn around.”
He turned and gasped at the sight of Mistress Kira now topless, her nipples rouged with red lipstick, as she held her riding crop. She had slipped on his wife’s panties. His eyes darted to the tube of upturned red lipstick on her desk then back at her waxy red areolas. She looked amazing.
“Do I look hotter than your wife?”
“Y-y-yes, mistress.”
“Say it!” she snapped. “Say I look hotter than your wife.”
“You look hotter than my wife.”
“Again!” she said, hitting him with the riding crop.
“You look hotter than my wife. You look hotter than my wife.”
“These look so much better on me, don’t they?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“On your knees.”
He dropped to his knees, looking up at her as he waited for what’s next.
Mistress Kira said, “I want to see you jerk off.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” she said, striking his head with the crop. “Worship me with a gift of your essence. Jerk off. I want you to cum on this.”
She picked up a plastic place mat from her desk and tossed it to the ground.
“Jack off. Now!”
He sat up on his knees, grabbed his mini penis between his thumb and fore finger and started to masturbate.
“Is it getting hard?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, his head cast down as he stroked his dry penis. He occasionally looked up at those pink lace panties inches from his nose. He couldn’t believe he was doing this and that another woman’s cunt was in his wife panties. Still, he was having a hard time maintaining his hardness, his mind washed in fear, shame and excitement.
“Can’t get it up?” she asked. “Here, let me help you.”
She spit on it and his hand several times. Then she leaned back against the desk and pulled back on inset of his wife’s panties to expose her waxed clean pussy. She pulled back a labia and laughed as he stared at her nubby pink hooded clit.
“My clit is bigger than your dick,” she said through her laughter.
Her giggling was music in his ear, gleefully heartless and cruel and arousing him even further.
She barked out, “Stick out your tongue.”
He did so, thoroughly excited that his tongue was mere inches from her beautiful pussy that smelled freshly washed in his wife’s lingerie. Her fingers played with clit, rubbing it until it became wet. She removed her sticky fingers and shoved them under his nose. He tried to lick her fingers but she pulled them away. She then wiped her dirty fingers on his nose and he inhaled the faint aroma of her womanly juices.
“Cum already,” she said, tapping his shoulder with her riding crop.
“God, do I have to do everything?”
She turned her back to him, placed her palms on her desk and stuck her little butt into his face.
“Tongue my asshole through your wife’s panties.”
He leaned forward, his face pressed into lace clad ass. He furiously jerked off as his tongue dug into the material covering her puckered hole. After a minute or two, she turned around and he looked up at her.
“Don’t look at me,” she said, striking his shoulder with the crop.
He gazed at her black patent leather pumps as his finger and thumb furiously jerked his now slippery dick. She placed her riding crop upon his back, massaging it with her leather tool and she leaned over his head. Her tits brush over his hair. He sniffed her perfumed snatch and lost it.
“Uh, uuuhhh,” he emoted as jizz spurted out across the mat.
He didn’t let go of his cock, massaging it until the last of it spurted out of him before he shamefully looked down at his mess. He looked up at her with sheepish eyes.
Mistress Kira cruelly said, “Now lick it up.”
She could tell he didn’t want to, the way he hesitated as his eyes darted between the mat and her face, but upon seeing her stern face with those damned cold eyes, he lowered his head and lapped the white globs of cum from the mat. With one last lick, he cleaned the mat and looked up at her. She seemed pleased, rewarding him with a smirk. She pulled his wife’s panties back in place over her vagina.
She asked, “Would you like to see me again?”
He mumbled, “Yes, mistress.”
She stripped off the panties and threw them in his face before moving around her desk to retrieve a robe from a coat rack. He shoved them in his pants pocket.
“Get dressed,” she said.
He stood to dress as she wrapped a robe around her naked body, tying the sash before sitting in her chair behind her desk.
She said, “E-mail me tomorrow with the day and time you want to see me and I’ll consider it. Now finish dressing and get the hell out of my office with that disgusting thing you call a penis. I have a date with a real man.”
From *Too Hot for Paris* available on [Amazon](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYOUVEE). FREE on Kindle Unlimited! Thanks for reading.
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