(Written by Enigma-Fetishist, March 2016)
As Alya sips her mid-morning coffee, she receives a message requesting her to go meet an old client she has previously done business with. He is in town, and will be finished his business meeting just after lunch. He wants her to come to his suite for their own meeting this afternoon, same thing as usual when he comes to town. She texts him that she will come in the early afternoon and looks forward to their meeting.
Alya is happy to see this man each time he comes to town, which is usually once a month. Time with him is always fun. He always is very generous with her for her time meeting him. He craves all her attention. "Well, who wouldn't!" she thinks as she looks at herself in the mirror. She needs to start getting ready for their meeting.
Following her usual routine, Alya takes a nice warm bath with special oils and she makes sure she is absolutely silky smooth, always babying her skin. Wearing her robe after the bath, she picks out what she is going to wear. Before putting the outfit on, she paints her nails with flaming red nail polish, both on her fingers and toes. She also braids her long locks and ties them up on her head in a tight bun. Also, she takes out her make up kit and starts to apply it, working through her blush, eyeliner, mascara, rouge, lipstick and lip gloss. Then it is time to dress. Stepping into her outfit, she makes sure that the sexy body she is going to wear is covered by a bright white satin shirt, a business tie, and a sexy short black leather skirt. On her legs she carefully pulls on a pair of patterned lace top stockings. She also finds her stiletto heeled knee high leather boots with red soles and steps into them. Zipping them up is the finishing touch, with the exception of her leather jacket.
Seeing that it is now approaching early afternoon, she needs to leave soon. She picks up her purse after checking to see that everything she needs is in there. Grabbing her leather jacket and holding it over her shoulder she quickly texts the man that she is on her way, and receives only a smiley face back.
As the taxi arrives, she opens the door and steps inside. Alya notices the taxi driver looking at her long legs as she slides into the back seat. She teases him as he drive her downtown to the Hotel district.
Getting out of the taxi after paying, the driver gives her a card and say that she can call him anytime for special service. Alya smiles and slips the card into her purse. She then walks into one of the most luxurious hotels in town. The doorman took a deep bow as he opened the door, not daring to stare and say a word to provoke this Goddess' anger. Alya entered the ornate lobby. Her eyes look around the lobby behind her crimson colored glasses, taking in every detail as she navigates the most direct route to the elevator. She starts to saunter her way to her goal, but as always when the high stiletto heels of her boots start clicking with each step on the granite floor every man's head start to turn toward her. Alya confidently walks by all those men as a bellboy crashes his trolley into the front desk when ogling her. And for good reason as Alya looks hot! She is also carrying a purse and her boots are sporting spurs. Not the conventional western style, but more of the modern Equestrian style. Only trained eyes and those who have witnessed them firsthand know they are the real deal and for most they look more of an accessory.
As a result of the bellboy crashing into the front desk, the desk manager is alerted to the ruckus. He sees what everyone else is looking at, and with swift strides catches up to Alya. “Miss just hold a minute there, you can't just....just can't walk through here disturbing everyone...” But before continuing he falls silent and swallows the rest of his sentence as Alya has turned around and looks at him over her glasses.
“I can't do what exactly?” she states with confidence in a whisper with an undertone in her voice that is as cold as ice.
”I...uh...hmmm...Uhh...” is the only thing the man can utter.
”Do not disturb me, then! Or will I have to report you to the owner?” she utters coldly as she arcs her eyebrow staring him directly in the eyes. The manager cowers and hurries back to the front desk to help the bellboy as the Goddess continues on her way smirking coldly as she knew she saw the front of the man's pants bulging when he hurried off. Alya reaches the elevator without further interruptions.
As she heads up in the elevator to the penthouse suites a strapping young man is ogling her in the crowded elevator. Alya looks at him over her glasses and licks her crimson red lips in a suggestive manner. The man is flustered as he places his jacket in front of his crotch. Alya winks as she slowly traces her left leg with the spur on her right boot, creeping her skirt higher and higher while flexing her strong leg muscles and ankles. Then she rubs her right ankle against her left boot, making the mashing leather produce a heavenly sound. She smirks arrogantly as she hears and sees the young man grunt and moan, clutching his jacket at his crotch. His wife pokes him in the ribs because of his moaning making him drop his jacket thereby revealing a huge wet spot on the front of his pants. The Goddess listens contently as the man gets a scolding from his wife in front of everyone. The man is to embarrassed to even point at Alya as she has resumed her icy cold demeanor and is staring right through him.
The elevator reaches the penthouse suites floor and Alya and the couple leave. The couple reach their room first, where Alya whispers in the wife's ear with a malicious grin ”I would not let him get away with that”.
Alya walks toward the suite where her appointment is waiting for her. As per her instructions she finds the door unlocked so enteres the well lit suite. In the corner is a man on his knees facing the wall, bare naked wearing only a blindfold and having leather cuffs on his hands binding them behind his back. On the nightstand is an unmarked envelope. Alya takes it and puts it in her purse. Retrieving several items from the purse, Alya spreads them out on the table. They include a pair of short leather gloves, a cat-o-nine tails with a dildo shaped handle, another pair of leather cuffs and a small key. She slowly puts on the leather gloves making sure he hears the creaking of the leather. He obviously does as he stirs in excited anticipation.
“Turn around, foul gimp!” she orders. The man is startled by her commanding voice and instantly responds instantly. “Good I see you still have my chastity device on that pathetic excuse of a cock! We have to make sure you cannot reproduce!” she coldly tells him. She walks over to him and rips off his blindfold. He stares up at her for which he dearly pays. “Never look at me without my permission, GIMP!” she shouts as she hits him in the cheek with her gloved hand again and again, till his cheeks are red and his eyes are watering and he leaves his head hanging. She then walks away from him and turns on her heels. ”Now you may look at me!” she commands in a sultry voice. He hesitantly looks up as she starts to unzip her skirt. Slowly she lowers the zipper on the back as she seductively licks her lips. She lets the leather skirt slide across her shapely legs to the floor. She then undoes her bun, revealing a braided ponytail which falls down her back towards her shapely behind. She then starts to undo the buttons on her white blouse, turning around and leaving him to imagine what is underneath. He watches her back until she turns tossing the blouse and revealing a figure hugging leather body. As a final act she pulls up the collar of the body and stands before him with her luscious legs firmly on the ground, and her hands on her sides. “I see your pathetic organ still tries to be something it is not, namely a penis!” she scolds as she sees his penis trying desperately to overcome it's prison, oozing precum. Alya laughs cruelly as she grabs his chin firmly with her gloved hand. “I am your Mistress, your Goddess” she states.
“Y...Ye...Yes Mistress!” he answers.
"Worship my boots!” she demands as she sits herself on the bed. The man bends over and starts to kiss her boots. ”Now deepthroat my heel!” she whispers strictly. He desperately tries to but fails miserably. “Ugh, you're still as bad as ever!!!” Ayla exclaims as she lifts him up in her strong arms and tosses him on the bed. “You know what that means, Gimpy!” she shrieks as she grabs the Cat-o-nine tails and starts trashing his behind.
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