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The ultimate Mistress  

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12/23/2020 11:08 am
The ultimate Mistress

Balancing subtle manipulation with seduction, she was The Ultimate Mistress.

She tortured her toys! She gave them just enough to keep them interested but never enough to satisfy them. She loved to be chased and ensured she would never be caught. She left otherwise powerful men on their knees. Literally! They travelled from all round the country to be instructed by her!

A librarian at the Bodlian in Oxford, she was precisely what you would expect a librarian to be. Quiet and smart with a penchant for T.S Elliot. Fun and jovial with her friends but even with her tendency to get ‘dangerously drunk’ at the Christmas party on G and T’s was nothing suggest the kinky life she lived behind closed doors.

In the bedroom she was power personified. She dictated everything for her toys to the most minute detail. What they wore, when they arrived, how she was to be addressed! If they were lucky enough (and many were not) to receive any sort of sexual gratification was she determined when they would cum and after she had been satisfied.

On occasion she wouldn’t even let them do that. She’d mastered the art of leaving a man on the edge during her time as an undergrad at Christchurch College. was a power tool.

Acts that weeks before would have horrified her Toys were performed without question. She had made fiercely homophobic men suck cock in front of her. Fucked them with dildos and dressed them in her own clothes. High heels and suspenders. The lot. Nothing about the visual act did anything sexually for her but the power she had over these men was better than any drug.

The physicality of the situation was often farce. Tall athletic men obeying every order. She was 5 foot 4! Her<b> slaves </font></b>were often sportsman or wealthy suits from the city.

It all added to her experience. And the fact that no one knew intensified it further. Her<b> slaves </font></b>towered above her but they were trained obey and submit. She was free punish, humiliate and reward as she pleased. She barely spoke but when she did was in a tone that would never be questioned and if was... God help you!

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