Turning on the lights and rushing in to the bathroom, while throwing away my heels and jacket, I needed to hurry as I would again be late to meet my friends.
Women have that special gift men hate and envy us of being able to do several things at the same time and of course, doing it all perfectly.
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Men, for example, need to shave carefully and avoid having a conversation simultaneously, or they’ll cut themselves and swear. Women on the other hand, can clean their face in a second, and then reapply full makeup whilst updating a web forum, reading any messages and of course laugh - seeing their poor toy taking the bait.
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He sent me an obedient message saying :
‘Yes, my Mistress !’
Which I answer, holding my lipstick in the other hand.
‘Good boy !’
With some annoyance, I read on the forum, that very same boy writing to the “new skirt in town.”
‘Oh Mistress, I'm not sure if I can, but I’ll do my best for you !’
The sneaky little boy ! Obeying two opposite orders from two different women…
Now I’ll have to push him deeper into my trap and then snap it shut, ensuring I retain all the power over him.
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I want it all. Not only what he gives me, but everything else too. Everything that he needs to do to desperately keep his submissive nature and fantasies separate from his wife and son.
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We meet in discreet hotels, and when he can escape from his office, but be home in time to avoid suspicion of his double life. He always comes to our rare meetings well in advance, waiting for me with a glass of champagne at the ready.
We had met three months before in a bar. He was there with some work colleagues, and I was there with an incredibly boring and egocentric guy who was doing his best to get me as a girlfriend. Poor boy, I accepted his invitation because I like going out, but he will never get a single kiss or anything else. That was in fact the second and last time I saw him.
My little banker and his friends were drinking, chatting and relaxing after a long day at work. They all noticed me, and often would seemingly discuss me amongst themselves, before again turning to look at me. As I was with someone already, none of them dared to approach me. I couldn’t help noticing one of them in particular, looking like the leader of the group. But I knew it was just a bluff. Male bravado in front of his friends.
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He had that look in his eyes, desiring me and at the same time dreaming, seeing me as the impossible and amazing woman he could never ever have, the kind of woman he would never dare to speak with, or even be noticed by her and yet I was looking at him. Discretely, but intensely, letting him feel my eyes scrutinising all of him to deliberately make him nervous. Guys never notice those kind of signals in people. Many women don’t either. But I do. I could easily see through his fake bravado and cut directly into his anxiety, his frustrated desire and his weakness. All Men, whether powerful or brilliant , all have a chink in their armour. Find it, press on it - and he will become your little puppy.
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Why complicating things unnecessarily? I was enjoying my expensive cocktail, pretending to be interested by the boring conversation of my suitor, Number 176, whose name I couldn’t even remember. Was it Mark ? John perhaps? or Andrew?
The reality was that I was having a silent conversation with the man over there. The man at the table with his friends. That little thing I was torturing with my eyes, and my unseen power.
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Swivelling my hips and adjusting my position on my chair I turned a bit, pretending to ignore him, and again turned my gaze to my suitor. A carefully calculated manouver in crossing my legs caused my skirt to ride an inch or two higher to reveal the line of my black garter. I knew this would cause my prey to have difficulty swallowing, and become even more frustrated. My eyes casually wandered from the straw of my cocktail to my new toy. I wanted to have some fun.
My boring companion, too, couldn’t help notice my new position and the teasing sight of my garter. Like my prey, he too developed a dry mouth and quickly took a sip of his drink. I could sense his sexual desire. He wanted me. He wanted me now. Just as my new interest wanted me too. The only difference between them, was that I had a man over at the table and a wimp next to me – both lusting after me. But of course, neither would have me.
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My suitor thought perhaps I was seducing him, like all men usually do. I smiled knowingly and immediately cut his impetus by depositing my drink on the table, grabbing my little purse and declaring innocently:
‘ I’ll be right back boy !‘
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How convenient it is to make a quick departure to the ladies room ! It’s the best place ever, just perfect for ruining a moment of passion for a guy and leaving him stranded, frustrated and gasping. The perfect excuse to stand elegantly, and slowly walk directly towards the expectant group of boys at the table, who were transfixed and fantasizing wildly about the possibilities. Seemingly ignoring them all, except the one I was interested in, I flashed him a brief knowing smile. That tiny imperceptible smile all women know how to make. The kind of smile that would stop a man dead in his tracks. Even Cupid and his little arrow has nowhere near the devastating effect of such a smile.
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Men just can’t resist, especially when we direct our gaze on our target and use it to penetrate their soul and beyond. Of course, he couldn’t resist. And neither could his friends. Once I had passed them I could sense their awe amazement at what had just happened. Never had such an innocent flirtatious gesture created such consternation in their lives !
Upon returning, they were of course, all waiting for me, pushing their leader to the front, and encouraging him to speak to me. Obviously they’d been preparing for that moment. Eagerly awaiting my return and I was not disappointed.
Two of them had loosened their ties, and my future toy had tried to adjust his in an attempt to look handsome for ‘The Girl’ regardless if she was more than half his age.
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Pretending not to even notice them, I kept my phone in my hand, as if I was waiting for a message or important phone-call, and confidently strode towards their table – close enough that my perfume would envelope them. They were like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car ….
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And as I expected, once I was close enough to him … he lost his composure and bowed his head in submission, seemingly pretending to have something on his eye. What a wimp ! And of course I loved it. Their courage had simply evaporated in my presence. But surprisingly, one of his youngest friends was, brave enough to speak and stuttering awkwardly, asked me if I wanted to join them for a drink.
What a surprise – the most shy boy of them all having the courage to speak, and with such an original opening line! … guys…
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My date, over at the bar, saw me speaking with the group, and understandably it worried him, but he waited politely and patiently, as all British gentlemen should do. I thanked the man who had invited me, but pointed out that someone was already waiting for me. Of course that didn’t stop me lingering to chat a little with them. Besides I know very well how valuable a few well placed words can have on men.
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Looking directly at my prey, and ignoring the others, I casually mentioned that I would be meeting a friend in the big pub near Liverpool Street Train Station, on Friday night. The pub was just 2 blocks from where we were that day, and I might accept their invitation for a drink then.
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And with that, I turned and made my way back to my table, knowing full well that they would be huddled together, excitedly planning to be there that night. They would, no doubt, dream of me until then.