One chilly winter evening, I found myself nervously waiting outside a dimly lit upscale bar. I was there to meet Mistress Mercedes, a woman I had been talking to online for weeks. I had heard a lot about her, how she was a dominant woman who enjoyed taking charge in the bedroom. I was both excited and anxious at the prospect of finally meeting her. Just then, a sleek black town car pulled up and out stepped a confident woman, with piercing eyes. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and a pair of stiletto heels that made her legs look endless. She looked every bit the part of a dominatrix. "Dwaine, I presume?" she said. I nodded, my throat dry. "Follow me," she said, and I obediently fell into step behind her as she led me to a secluded corner table. We ordered drinks and made small talk, but I could sense that Mercedes was sizing me up, trying to determine if I was worthy of her time and attention. I did my best to impress her, telling her about my job as a successful lawyer and my love of extreme sports. But, I knew that it was my submission that she was most interested in. Finally, she said, "Are you ready to play, Dwaine?" I nodded, my heart racing. She took my hand and led me to a private room in the back of the bar. Once inside, she turned to face me, her eyes blazing. "Take off your clothes," she commanded. I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told me that there would be no refusing her. I quickly shed my clothes, standing before her naked and vulnerable. "Good boy," she said. "Now, get on your knees." I did as I was told, sinking to the floor in front of her. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small, silver vibrator. "Open your mouth," she said, and I obediently parted my lips. She slid the vibrator into my mouth, and I sucked on it eagerly, tasting the faint hint of her lipstick on the cool metal. "That's it," she moaned, "suck it like you would my clit." She reached down and began to stroke my cock, her fingers slick with saliva. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of her touch. "Look at me," she commanded. She leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm going to finger your ass now, Dwaine. And you're going to love it." She reached around and began to massage my ass, her fingers probing and exploring. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. "That's it," she whispered, "relax for me." She slid a finger inside me, and I gasped at the strange, yet pleasurable sensation, her finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder. "Tongue my asshole," she commanded, and I obediently leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted clean and musky, and I couldn't get enough of her. I licked and probed, my fingers digging into her thighs. "Suck hard on my clit," she moaned, and I eagerly obeyed, my mouth closing around her swollen bud. I sucked and licked, my tongue exploring every inch of her. "Oh, Dwaine," she moaned, "you're such a good little slut for me." She began to grind against my face, her hips bucking wildly. I could feel her getting close, and I sucked harder, my fingers digging into her ass. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, her body trembling. I continued to lick and suck, even as she pulled away, her body spent. "Good boy," she said, her voice soft and gentle. I looked up at her, my face covered, with her cum. "Now, clean up," she said. I did as I was told, wiping my face and hands clean. "Until next time," she said, a wicked smile on her lips. I watched as she left the room but I knew that I would do anything for her because I was completely and utterly under her spell.