The Mistress

She cast a glance up and down her reflection,
The vision of evil stared menacingly back.
The image was as perfect as she could make it,
Not a single torturous detail did it lack.

The shiny black boots reached to her thighs,
She gently smiled as her thoughts did recall
How the six inch heel, so finely tapered,
Brought searing pain to her victims, one and all.

A leather bodice laced tight, top to bottom,
Against which, her breasts heaved and strained,
Pulled taut around her voluptuous body,
Held in place with silver clasps, studs and chains.

A leathern band round her slim neck was buckled,
Bearing lethal and sharpened steel spikes,
Each finger crowned with barbarous adornments,
Deadly weapons when she used them to strike.

At her fingertips her nails, finely tapered,
Flamed the colour of fresh blood in full flow.
Designed to inflict painful damage,
As she’d clench the tender skin of his torso.

Her raven black hair tumbled loosely,
Over her shoulders it fell, as she moved,
Making final check to her startling appearance,
She laughed as at the vision she approved.

From her fingers a whip snaked downwards,
Dangling loosely as it trailed at her side,
As she turned away from the mirrors reflection,
Her cruel and evil intent, she didn’t hide.

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She watched as he approached the clearing,
He was confident and walked on unaware,
Of the downfall that she had planned for him,
As she waited impatiently for him there.

He stopped a brief moment to get his bearings,
Not knowing what his fate had in store.
His eyes opened wide when he first saw her,
Such an amazing vision, he’d not seen before.

Mesmerised by the image there before him,
He could not draw his eyes away from the sight,
This startling vision of evil and power,
Held him fixed to the spot, there that night.

Suddenly the spell upon him was shattered,
As hands cruelly grasped him from the rear,
In his head a million stars exploded,
As a brutal blow struck his head by his ears.

For a moment his mind was total blackness,
Then hearing a voice full of malice but calm,
As his awareness returned, felt the sensation,
Of a boot brutally crushing each arm.

His head pained from the blow he had suffered,
Unable to move his face from the ground,
His mind trying to make sense of his confinement,
Feeling his ankles being savagely bound.

He smelt the leather long before it touched him,
As the collar slid round his neck pulling tight,
Fighting for breath beneath the sheer pressure,
As brutally into his flesh it did bite.

The fear inside him was rapidly mounting,
As he realised that he could not escape,
Held in the powerful hands of the Mistress,
His mind and spirit she started to rape.

His head was wrenched suddenly backwards,
Forcing his eyes to land on the view,
Of the approaching boot, aimed right at him,
His fear, he could no longer subdue.

Another violent kick from her boot landed,
He begged and pleaded for her to stop,
As he felt his eye and face slowly swelling,
As blood oozed from the cuts drop by drop.

His chest bared from his throat to his naval,
Became now the target of her evil desire,
Her stiletto heel pressed deep to his nipple,
Creating pain as if his chest was on fire.

The onslaught of blows to his body continued,
He now lying on his back wracked with pain,
Streaming tears from his eyes stung the abrasions,
As he spied her boot once more taking aim.

A piercing scream filled the air of midnight,
His head exploding and his body convulsed,
As her boot savagely met with his manhood,
His guts, their contents now violently repulsed.

A second kick to that same tortured region,
Brought a bloodcurdling scream from his throat,
He lay near unconscious in sheer agony.
She, stood back viewing the scene and to gloat.

He lay there barely conscious and broken,
He completely within her evil power,
She now owned him in his entirety,
As his will she’d sadistically devoured.
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