Meeting her Mistress

Meeting her Mistress

Chapter 3

Monique

After working part of the day at the law office and getting acquainted with the people again, the routine, my duties and meeting with the bosses; i headed home to take care of my parents. We walked the beach, which is good exercise for them and they always enjoy it, finding shells and shark’s teeth. i made a nice dinner for us all and afterwards,  they settled into their routine of watching their nightly tv shows. i began getting nervous while getting dressed to go to the Club, and began second guessing myself. “Was i crazy doing this? What the hell was i thinking? Am i physically fit enough? God i feel so fat. my tits are too small.”

My mind was going a million miles a minute when i got in the car and headed down A1A to I-95...then south. i cranked the radio up loud to drown out my thoughts and to get myself psyched up. i told myself, “this has been one of your dreams, you’re just going for it.” i kept telling myself i didn’t want to have any regrets. So what if i bombed, at least i tried. Then my mind went to Monique and a got a sudden case of goose bumps all over my body. i felt that all too familiar feeling between my legs. i dropped my hand between my legs and felt my cunt, sure enough, it was wet. Damn it.

i pulled into the parking lot, took a deep breath and two, got out of the car and headed in. “This is it” i told myself. As i walked inside, i headed to Monique’s office, as instructed. i sheepishly knocked on the door and poked my head inside, and she told me to come on in and close the door. i did so and she invited me to have a seat. As she swung around in her swivel chair, my mouth gaped wide open and eyes never blinked or left her sight. She was such a vision of pure beauty like i’ve never seen before. She was wearing a sleeveless black leather vest that laced together in the front. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her perfect 36c breasts filled it perfectly, showing off her cleavage. Her mid-drift was tight and not one ounce of fat on her. As my eyes scanned down to her black leather semi-mini skirt with a slit up the side which exposed her perfectly long, black legs down to her 6” black stiletto high heels. 

She snapped her fingers twice to get my attention and said, “up here honey”, then let out a little laugh.  I must have been 10 shades of red as i felt the heat of humiliation wash over me in an instant and i stammered an apology, “i....i...i’m so sorry Miss Monique. You’re just so beautiful.”  She asked me if i was nervous and i told her that i was very nervous. She ordered a couple of shots for us to help me relax. She told me a story about when she first started stripping and that seemed to help calm me down, along with the shot.

She took me to the changing room where there were lots of different costumes and clothes and told me to pick one and get changed.  Monique introduced me to a couple of the girls and we made some small talk. “You’re up in 20 minutes”, she shouted out as she turned around and walked away. I perused the clothes rack with intrepidation, finally picking out a outfit that i thought would be good for a start. It was a black sequin mini skirt that had an elastic waist band so it would be easy to slip out of. The top matched the skirt and was basically a bra with cut-outs along the bottom of the cups. I wore a black g-string and took an elastic garter belt and slid it over my head and around my neck. To top off the outfit, i chose to wear a pair of really sexy black patent leather 6” heel with a sling back. After finishing dressing and putting my hair up, i looked at myself in the mirror. i hardly recognized myself in the mirror and thought....”damn girl, not too shabby.”

I received the 5 minute warning that i was up next, and strolled out to wait behind the stage. i stretched my legs and went over in my mind what i wanted to do and what i was trying to achieve. i watched the girl that was on stage and how she worked the guys in the room. There were probably 20 or so men in the crowd and 2 women that i saw. Before i knew it, it was my turn. The DJ did a little intro for me, mentioning i was new and to give me a warm welcome. I heard scattered clapping as i began walking out on stage. As i turned and looked out to the crowd, i saw Monique standing in the back. The music started playing and i started dancing. i forgot about the crowd of men, and was dancing a seductive dance for Monique.

The top came off first as i sashayed around the stage, twirling and dipping, letting the top slide off. Then came the skirt as i did several wiggling squats and finally kicking the skirt off to the side of the stage. i saw Monique continue watching with what seemed like intense interest, and i teased Her with the g-string, turning around, lowering and lifting it back up, until i finally flung it at Her. Of course, there wasn’t enough elastic in the g-string and didn’t even make it halfway to Her. i danced up and down the catwalk like stage for half a minute longer before my bit ended. i gathered the money that was thrown on the stage, then picked up the clothes, then went back to the changing room.

I worked two more routines that night with two other sexy outfits, and suprisingly made over $535 in a little over 5 hours. After the last routine as i was walking off the stage with clothes in my hands, i ran into Monique. She calmly but firmly told me to meet Her in Her office, immediately. i asked Her if i could change into my clothes, and She just said “NOW.” i tossed the clothes in the clothes hamper on the way to Her office as i followed right behind Her. Walking behind Her naked, i could feel my nipples harden and my cunt growing wetter as i watched Her perfect ass move in the leather mini skirt.

She held the door open as i walked into Her office behind Her, and heard the lock click. Standing just inside the door, i turned to Her, sheepishly, as i was naked, and i could feel Her eyes looking me over. She walked over to me...then walked slowly around me not saying a word. i just was frozen where i was standing, and could feel Her breath on my neck behind me. my nipples were very hard and visibly excited. Monique asked me how my first night was. i told Her i was nervous at first, but after i got into it, i seemed to calm down. She asked me if i got turned on by exhibiting my naked body in front of strangers, or strange men. i explained to Her that i did get turned on, but wasn’t sure why. my comment was a lie, i did know why. It was Her that turned me on. i’d never felt anything for another woman before like i was feeling right now. And i had never particularly felt anything for a Black woman, ever.

She sat down in Her swivel chair, Her long legs crossed. i was still  standing up as i watched Her. i couldn’t help myself from staring at Her legs, glancing down at Her feet and Her stiletto heeled shoes. She was asking me a question, but i didn’t hear Her. It was obvious to Her that i was smitten with Her. She finally got my attention back by snapping Her fingers and saying my name over and over, ”Lisa...Lisa...hellooooo...Lisaaaaaaaa? When i snapped out of my hypnotic like state, She asked me point blank, “what’s wrong with you girl? Do you want to kiss my feet or something?” And with that comment, she let out a laugh. But when i blushed a beet red and didn’t match her laugh, She said, “oh my god, you do, don’t you?” Still standing before Her naked, barely feigning an awkward smile, i still didn’t answer Her. i just looked down at the floor, embarrassed at my predicament. Here i was in my late 30’s, almost 40, and she was barely in Her 20’s. i was old enough to be Her mother. That’s when She lowered the boom on me taking me by shock and storm.

“You may kneel and kiss My shoes, if you want.” my eyes veered up to meet Her eyes, and i saw that She was serious. “But first you need to ask me nicely.” i wasn’t sure i heard Her correctly, until She said, “welllll?” i didn’t know what was happening to me, my body. It was like i was looking down on me from above, like an out-of-body experience. Words came out of my mouth before i knew it, “Please Monique, may i kiss Your shoes please?” She let out an uproarious laugh and said, “i knew it, i just knew it.” She snapped Her fingers and pointed to the floor at Her feet. i dropped to my knees, still naked, and knelt at Her feet. She told me, “I will let you kiss my feet if you will be a good girl for me.” i nodded my head as i leaned in to kiss Her Black shoes. i began kissing the leather portion of the shoes, and She began guiding me on what to do. “That’s it, now kiss the bottom of the shoe....now lick the heel...take it in your mouth...suck it like a cock, a nice big black cock.” Her guidance turned into verbal humiliation. “Oh My God, you’re a little nasty white whore aren’t you? Spread those knees apart bitch, show Me how much you enjoy worshipping my feet.” i kissed, licked and suck what She allowed me.

“Let Me feel those white whore lips on my Superior Black legs. you do know that you are inferior to me, don’t you white whore?” i nodded my head as my lips traveled along Her gorgeous long Black legs. i felt twinges in my cunt and the cunt lips growing wetter as my body betrayed me acknowledging that i enjoyed the humiliation and agreed with Monique about Her Superiority. Once i kissed past Her knee....She grabbed a fistful of my hair...guiding my mouth along Her leg. As i kissed along Her upper thigh...She stopped me short of Her beautiful, smooth Black cunt with a firm grip around my hair and a yank. i was close enough to smell Her now, and my face even felt the heat from Her wet cunt. i must have let a small whimper out, because She asked me, “you want to taste me so badly don’t you, you want to know what a Superior cunt tastes like, don’t you my white whore?” She was right, i did, and i told Her so, “yessssssss  Monique” She slapped my left cheek hard, hard enough to make my eyes water. “you don't get to call me by my name, you address me as Ma’am or Ms Monique Ma’am. Got that cunt? And you have to earn that privilege to lick my Superior cunt.”

And so She began to lay out some ground rules that i had to abide by:

1) i was always to address Her as Ma’am or Ms Monique Ma’am.

2) Black customers got preferential treatment from me. If any Black customer wanted me, they would get me. It didn’t matter if i was with a white customer or not.

3) i would never say no to a Black customer when it came to doing “extra’s”.

4) After every shift, i would come into Her office, naked, and kneel and wait for Her.

5) i would always perform “extra’s” no matter how tired or who it was. But Black customers always came first.

And so my life as a secretary/stripper began and continued for approximately 3 years, living the double life, making lots of money and saving it. Monique hired me out for many private parties, bachelor parties, lap dances and more for special clients. Blow jobs was a nightly service for me whenever i worked. But my greatest enjoyment was servicing Monique at the end of each shift. Sometimes it was in front of an audience of the other dancers, or some of Her friends, but usually it was in the privacy of Her office with me naked, and Her clothed. She taught me some about Black Supremacy and i learned to accept that as my belief system. Especially when i would give white males a blow job and then blow a Black man. The cock difference was hugely noticeable. i came to love Black cock and the taste of their cum. i loved how their cock felt inside me, inside all of my holes.

When Monique moved away and left the club, i quit stripping as it was wearing me down and getting too hard to work both jobs AND take care of my parents while raising kids. i’m surprised i made it as long as i did. The thing is, at least i have no regrets.