I’m always a Mistress. Not just when I’m playing with subs, arranging a party slut for a get-together with my friends or making sure that my cuckold Scott washes my car before he leaves for the day. Of course I’m one then. But it’s not a hat I wear that I take on and off. I’m a Mistress in line at the bank, in traffic or when I’m ordering shrimp and grits at my favorite breakfast place downtown. It’s like a superhero in plain clothes. It doesn’t matter if I’m wearing sexy jeans and stilettos or a corset and miniskirt. I’m always a Mistress.

Mistress Minded

You might see me hold a door open for an elderly lady or wait in line for my coffee. I might be checking the mailbox, petting your sweet dog on a leash or smiling at your boyfriend. But never misunderstand. I’m still thinking that I want to see that man of yours broken and naked, begging and needy. I want fat cocks to pump and stuff him at both ends. I want one cock after another balls deep until nothing but a deep stretch remains. Male friends of mine will jerk themselves off in the garbage can that is his gaping ass.

I can’t help it. I’m always a Mistress!