Mistress Izzy woke up alone snuggled up in her satin sheets on her specially designed 4 poster bed. One of her handymen slaves had designed it to her exact specifications. Handcuffs and stocks were interesting additions at the top of the bottom of the bed but both sections had been unoccupied last night as her prey had escaped.
Mistress was in a bad mood as she drew back the curtains and gazed out at the sunshine and clear blue sky. Her mood was bad news for the male species. She had a simply amazing cruel idea. She showered, applied make up and slipped on a skimpy black top and leather skirt and found her black boots with the sharpest heels.
No sooner had Mistress walked out of her house then she received a wolf whistle. She turned round to the perpetrator and astonished him by saying “Thanks for the compliment. Fancy lunch with me in the Park at noon?” Izzy didn’t wait for an answer, she smiled and walked off knowing that the poor sap was hooked.
A car sounded it’s horn “Wotcha gorgeous!” shouted the driver. He got the same treatment as the guy before and a lunchtime invite to the park.
By the time, Mistress had got to the end of her street she had lured 3 more guys to a 12 noon park meet. One guy had walked into a lamppost staring at her leather clad bottom. Another was with his wife but Izzy had looked so stunning, he had tried to chat her up anyway. The third had actually slapped her perfect bum as he walked past. He had been singled out for special treatment!
Izzy stoped for a coffee at the park shop. The waiter was so nervous serving her that he poured boiling hot water over himself. Izzy smiled and asked him to join her in the park on his lunch break at noon.
On the dot of 12 all 6 guys were waiting. They were confused that it wasn’t a 1 on 1 but when Mistress Izzy appeared they were just grateful to be in her company.
“Ok let’s have some fun and my best slave will get a surprise” she said. “Take all your clothes off and lie face down on the ground” The men dutifully complied. “Anyone that squeals or whimpers will be dismissed” she exclaimed.
Izzy walked all over each slave. She ground those sharp heels into their legs, backs and buttocks. Oh it felt so good! Those scratches started to appear. She etched a letter “I” into the first slave. Then a “Z” in to slaves 2 and 3. Followed by a “Y” in to number 4. She admired her handiwork! Her name was spelt out but there were 2 more to go. An exclamation mark was etched on Slave 5. Slave 6 was “marked” for special attention and Izzy etched a big smiley face on his back for her own amusement.
After all that hard work, Mistress deserved a lie down. She lay her perfect body over the slaves. Slave 4 had the pleasure of Izzy’s pert leather bottom on his back. She felt his body tighten and knew he was getting so aroused. She laughed!
She dug her heels in to Slave 6 and he cried out in pain. “Get up, you pathetic little man” Mistress shouted, visibly annoyed. “Worship my boots as punishment” Slave 6 complied.
“Get up , bitches” she then shouted. She lined all the pathetic beta’s up. Drew out her black cane which she had selected to match her outfit and whipped them all. “No howling” she shouted. “Same rules apply!” “It’s not “I’m a Celebrity” show some backbone”
She surveyed the damage she had done. Red welts, scratches, blood. “Not a bad lunch hour” she mused. “Right, on the floor all around me” she said. Mistress Izzy had been walking around in her sharp heeled boots in the muddy park. That wouldn’t do! “Lick these boots clean, slaves” Izzy ordered! The slaves complied. They were so eager to win and be Mistress’s chosen one.
“Ok it’s decision time” Mistress laughed. She stood astride them one by one. Her micro miniskirt affording them a world class view of the tops of her legs and studded matching black knickers. Or it would have done, but they weren’t allowed to gaze upwards. “Slave 1. It’s not you.” She spat on him. “You’re a pathetic maggot. Get out of here!” Izzy roared with laughter. Slaves 2 to 5 all received short shrift. Izzy liked variation in her life though. One received a kick in the balls, another had her heels forced down his throat. At the end only Slave 6 was left. “Special treatment time” thought Izzy as she looked at the worm who had actually slapped her arse in broad daylight in the street just a few hours earlier!
“Slave 6. It must be you, handsome” she said without a hint of irony! “I knew that you would want to screw me” said number 6, eagerly awaiting his reward.
There were just the two of them left now. The anger, the pure effrontery of this guy, Mistress briefly lost control. The black whip came down, those sharp heels cut into his flabby flesh, that left hook connected with his jaw. “If the NHS wasn’t so overloaded, I would put you into A&E, you simpleton” she screamed. “If you ever, ever touch anyone again, I will find you and I will crush you. Understand!” Slave 6 nodded, he was in agony and relieved that this was going to end. However before it did, Mistress Izzy had one last thought. She had a coffee an hour ago. She needed to have a pee. Park toilets were not the best. “Open your mouth, you idiot” she hissed. The slave complied. Mistress stood over him. She unfastened her knickers. She took perfect aim as her golden nectar cascaded into the poor sap’s mouth. She laughed as he gurgled and spluttered. He was beaten and broken by the perfect goddess. Izzy gave him one last kick in the ribs. She started singing as she walked back to her upmarket abode “Such a perfect day, drink sangria in the park”. She might listen to Lou Reed when she got home… but if anyone accosted her on the way back, that might have to be delayed…. and she did look so stunning with sparkling shiny freshly licked skirt and boots.
