� RAVENS� WORLD�




Raven had been popular on the scene for quite some time now. Hers was a face that all of the old-timers knew quite well. She was said to be one of the best Dommes in the business.  She was a teacher of �the Art.� This night she arrived late, about two a.m. It was a cold dreary night, much nicer to be within the bar, "the Fem-Dome.� She sure knew how to make an entrance. All heads turned as she strode in. Not only was she a good Domme, she was always friendly. Tonight she was on the prowl. She was ready for a new challenge. She began to size up the crowd. Looking for a new face. Raven stopped in her wanderings to greet those who called out to her. She spoke quickly to each and moved on. She always had an eye on those around her. Just when she had almost given up the hope of meeting someone new she saw him. A man who she had seen only rarely, but knew his name. He was an attractive man, over six feet tall of finely chiseled muscle. His hair was dark and past his shoulders. A beautiful mane indeed. She found out that his name was Scott. Raven knew that no one owned him currently and that he was also looking for a playmate.
Raven walked over to him and stated her desire for a submissive. He knew of her and of her reputation. He was interested to say the least. They spoke of casual things and of mutual friends. They were getting to know each other. They were attracted to one another�s openness. They set a meeting for six o�clock the next evening. They would meet at her house.
The next evening precisely at six they began to negotiate. Much to their surprise they were very compatible. Each set their own limits and professed their desires and wants. The session began at exactly seven o�clock. She left him seated in the kitchen while she began to prepare. When she was finished she called to him, he came promptly. He immediately knelt at her feet. Awaiting the first command. She ordered him to get up and make himself comfortable face down on the bed.  After he had done so she bound his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. She then blindfolded him. She told him to repeat his safe words. After that she was ready to begin. She pulled a braided handled cat from the night table. She began to pace around the bed, deciding on the best possible angle to begin working on him. Raven began to lightly brush the whip across his buttocks. She heard Scott sigh in pleasure. Slowly she increased the strength and speed of each lash. All to soon he began arching his back and panting.  Even though he had not called a safe word she knew it was time to stop. Raven began to rub each cheek in a circular motion to ease some of the stinging. After a few minutes she stopped.
Raven put the cat down and began to light candles. All of different shapes and sizes. But all white. After the room was brightly lit she pulled off the blindfold. He looked slightly stunned. She told him not to speak or to move. Of course he tried to comply. Raven picked up a six-inch long candle and began to drizzle wax down his back. One loud moan escaped Scott. She punished him by liberally pouring the wax over his back. This should teach him to obey orders. After half an hour of this she put the candle away. She began to peel the wax from his hot back. She told him to describe to her the sensations he was feeling.
She left the room briefly and came back with a washcloth. She could see the question in his eyes. She was happy to explain by action. Raven had put this particular washcloth in the freezer before he had arrived. Now it was hard and mostly frozen. She began to rub it across his shoulders and back. He began to shiver. She slowly moved the washcloth lower. Soon it reached his buttocks. But still she brought it lower. She passed it between his outstretched thighs, barely touching his scrotum. He tried to move away from her touch but found that he could not. He squirmed in agony and in delight. She loosened his legs from the baseboard and told him to get into dog style position. When he had, she moved the washcloth so that it brushed the head of his penis. She began to move her hand in a circular motion. As he began to get hard she took the washcloth in two hands, one on either side of his penis, and started to rub in opposite directions. His pleasure was rapidly turning to pain. He seemed to swell to even greater proportions. She knew he was close to orgasm so she ceased all motion. Scott collapsed to his stomach.
Raven unbound his wrists and ordered him to turn over. She let him rest for a time, then ordered him to kneel on the floor. He, of course, moved rapidly. She stood and braced herself against the wall. She then ordered him to perform oral sex on her. To her delight, this was a submissive who instinctively knew her body. She soon orgasmed, tremors wracking her body. When she had had enough she placed one boot clad foot against his shoulder and pushed him to the floor.
After all was restored to order they sat down to coffee. They spoke of what had transpired, each with great longing for the other. Raven and Scott came to the conclusion that yes, they were indeed compatible. That very same night Raven presented Scott with his very own collar. A leather and stud-locking affair. From then on it was known to all that Raven was Scott�s Mistress. That he did indeed belong to her. And so ends a day in Ravens world





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Melissa Madere

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