It was a spectacular room with a view. Both living room and bedroom with floor to ceiling windows looking out across the most spectacular Sydney vista of twinkling lights, rippling water, a half moon and of course those most famous of landmarks.

He showed me his goody bag, he had indeed come prepared. I wondered what he would have done had I rebuffed him. A sad, lonely and very expensive sissy wank all alone in that extravagant suite? It wouldn’t be the first I’m sure. Perhaps a prostitute or pro Domme? Or home to Mrs X? Well, he certainly thought he had hit the jackpot with me as he tentatively pulled out his little pink panties and teddy. I giggled, as I could have even predicted these right down to the frilly design – ok, ok it’s not that hard most men aren’t that imaginative lol! I was however quite impressed by the big black strap on dildo he produced, his hands now shaking making it quiver quite deliciously! “I’m sorry I am so nervous now” he said hurriedly (not as nervous as he was going to be). I told him he had nothing to be nervous about and that I liked the fact he was interested in exploring these dark desires and that I too have dark desires that I like to indulge. He was keen to talk, telling me all his experiences and lack of, and he wanted to know more about mine. As you can imagine I am less forthcoming! But, he had to understand that when with someone like Me, it is not about their urges, desires and pleasures, it is about Mine! He told me he understood and agreed to do whatever I told him, no matter what it was. In return I would fulfill his submissive sissy fantasy. I could tell he assumed this would last a little while and then we would make lusty love and fall asleep wraped in each others arms… yeh right! This Mistress ain’t that kinda mistress! Not with some married “I’m gods gift” type, no matter how handsome, rich and succesful! What is it with men?! lol

“Ok you will dress for me now, I will blindfold you, tie your hands and you will kneel in that corner.” I pointed to the darkest corner of the suite where there was a beautiful designer arm chair that I would make good use of. We of course created a safe word, “pretty please” lol I thought it was appropriate! “You will then wait whilst I prepare myself. You will accept everything that I tell you. Anything that happens is what I desire. If you can’t take it you will say pretty please Mistress Polly! Do you understand?” He was practically pissing himself with excitement!

So there he was kneeling in the corner, all pretty in pink. His extremely handsome body bulging out of his silky teddy and panties. His cock an average size, not hard but engorged and visibly leaking pre cum through his pretty panties. There is something delicious about the sight of a nice cock encased in sexy tight panties, swelling in anticipation, oozing with its own lubricant…mmmmm. He was in stockings, suspenders and black heels. I wondered if he did his own shopping or perhaps his wife helped him, the sizes were perfect? lol As promised I tied his hands with a spare stocking, then his first treat. As he knelt in front of me, his eyes practically popping out now level with my torso which was positioned so close that he could smell me – by now a combination of my Chanel and my ever moistening cunt. I stood towering (well within reason I am only 5’1″ but remember the heels!) over him slowly moving around him, brushing against him, beginning to tease him, sexy music, low lights, stars twinkling. His breathing is getting louder. I love the slow gentle build up. “Can you smell me?”

“Oh yes, your scent is intoxicating Pol, I want you so much!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT DID YOU FUCKING CALL ME!?!?” He recoiled in horror, as well he might, he was shocked and frightened by my reaction. I was furious, no one calls me Pol! Not least in this situation!!! “YOU WILL CALL ME MISTRESS POLLY!” “DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU PATHETIC LITTLE SISSY SLUT!?” He is off balance on his knees, hands tied behind him, awkward in his heels and stockings. I raise a leg and push him over slightly with my heel tip.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mistress Polly! I didn’t know, I wasn’t sure. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again. I will do anything for you Mistress Polly”

“You fucking WILL do anything for me!” I change my tone and soften again, my heel pushing into his shoulder, my dress now slightly open as I stand above him and I know he has glimpsed my own sexy black and grey lacy, and now soaking wet panties. I say slowly and gently “you are going to be my little sissy slut for as long as I desire, aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Polly, anything you like Mistress Polly”

So, I stand back, allow him to regain his balance on his knees, compose himself and to his surprise I pull open my dress, not completely but enough to slowly slide my panties down over my stockings down to my heels. I close the dress, he’s not getting to feast his eyes on me in that way. My panties are at my feet, the moist gusset visible, he is mesmerized by the sight. My soaking wet panties. He is practically dribbling! I laugh loudly! The power of the panties!!! lol “you like my wet panties?” he nods his head enthusiastically and glances at me, reacting quickly before I have to reprimand, he responds

“yes Mistress Polly”

“I can see that you do, your little sissy cock is practically bursting out of your own wet panties” I pick them off the floor and tease him with them, taking them so close to his mouth and nose that he is struggling to control the urge to devour them, inhaling deeply, desperately wanting to taste them, to taste Me! Well that made my next trick much easier lol, stroking his face with them, rubbing them under his nose and over his quivering lips so that my scent was on him and would keep him mesmerised. I took the panties rolled them into a ball and put them into his mouth before using the other spare stocking to gag him. Once again his surprise, confusion and delight make for a wonderful picture, but not for long. Very quickly we return to simple confusion, fear and anticipation “soon your surprise will be here” I giggle. His now helpless state quite tickles me, I put my hands either side of his face and in my most patronising tone “oh dear is my poor little sissy slut nervous again” I give a rather wicked giggle as he nods his head. “Well I have a lovely surprise for you, the kind of surprise a little sissy slut like you dreams of. But first I will blindfold you and I will go and prepare myself. You will wait here alone and be a good girl” he nods once more, but this time a little less enthusiastically! He was right to be hesitant.

I know I have about 5 minutes left, a text, before My treat arrives. Well obviously it wasn’t going to be this easy! Whilst we were upstairs flirting, drinking and playing cat and mouse I had excused myself to visit the restroom. One quick phone call to an old faithful and all was arranged. His unease with the other men looking at me, flirting with me and my pleasure in encouraging it had made my choice oh so easy.

I re apply a bit of make up, straighten my clothes brush my hair and allow my hand to wander and provide a moments pleasure. My fingers glide across my clit and slide easily into my soaking wet pussy. But only for a moment.

There is a gentle tap at the door… “Un moment” I respond in my slightly english accented french. I notice that sissy slut is squirming a little, agitated at the fact he has no idea what is going on. He had not considered any outside interference. What’s going on? Who could this be? Why the fuck is she speaking french!? Truly delightful! I think he is trying to say “pretty please” lol! I once again take his face in my hands, but this time I am sincere and soothing. “It’s ok, you will be fine. You have to trust me and I can make your dreams come true. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Do you trust me?” He nods his head and is calm again, but breathing rapidly.

Well I am ready. I open the door and there stands one of my favourite play things. Jean is a 28 year old model from Marseille in southern France. He is big, black and beautiful. He smiles broadly when he sees me, exposing his bright white smile. Originally from Senegal he is one of the blackest black men I have ever met. This is not always an attractive thing for me, but he is special. Facially he is almost feminine in his beauty, his skin so smooth, his dark eyes framed by beautiful long lashes, his jaw strong and cheek bones high. His body is strong, hard and very masculine with some very intriguing yet attractive scars to his back and chest. Needless to say he is blessed with a cock that any woman would crave to experience. Any woman or any sissy for that fact!….

to be continued…