The stories here have been laugh out loud funny. Funnier than mine, but here I go again.

This is another one story based on the from the NY Magazine Classified Ads in the mid 1990s. Mistress Melora was her name, a tall, voluptuous, some might say zaftig lady, in her late 30s, maybe 40 at the time. She had a pale complexion but long red hair over her shoulders. Melora usually wore some type of black bustier and either high heel boots or shoes.

Even for someone of my height, weight she could be physically imposing. Melora lived in what I could only call a medical building in the East 60s of Manhattan built in the 60s or 70s. I always felt she was a head nurse or hospital administrator. She sessioned out of her apartment, a two-story studio with a small bathroom on the left as you walked in, a kitchenette with bar in front of that, four steps up the living room, and then 8 to 10 steps up her open air bedroom... which I never visited. The sessions were done in her living room.

This was in the mid to late '90s, before I discovered female bodybuilders and after the HIV/Aids epidemic. She liked being the Amazon Queen and was physically imposing, face sitting (not nude), roughing Tarzan up, almost doing scissors looking back on it, lots of foot, leg and breast worship, slapping, spanking. I usually saw her on Sunday mornings for several years, off and on, into the early 2000s. It was more intimate, sneaky, evil I guess... LOL.

In this session I called from downstairs, she left the door unlocked, I locked the door and we began immediately. She thrashed me around, I begged, fought to worship her all over, she allowed me to, Melora began humping me when I stood up as if she had a strap on... it was a heavily sensual session. We both had a great time.

I washed up, began to get dressed and had some small talk. She escorted me to her apartment door, we hugged and kissed each other on the cheek and said goodbye.

As I began to unlock the door both or us realized something. Both of us said, almost at the same time, "Wait a minute." Both of us laughed. I took out of my pocket the envelope she always requested with my tribute. We had such a good time both of us almost forgot about it!

We both laughed, hugged and I was on my way.

Moral of the story? Mistresses, no matter how much you trust or like your sub, GET THE TRIBUTE BEFORE YOU START!

LOL!