BLACK MAGIC WOMAN 

by Miss Tuffet



   We've talked about this before.  I said I would do anything for you,
Master, and I am not about to back down now.  Still, my heart is pounding
wildly and my legs feel unstable at the prospect of following my task.  I
am looking at you across the small table in this smoky club, sipping my
cognac slowly...and procrastinating.  People are dancing, music is almost
hypnotic, and your expression is so lovingly confident, as if you don't
doubt for a second that your baby wouldn't obey.  And you shouldn't doubt
it.

   Finishing my drink, feeling it burn it's way down my throat, and quickly
reaching under my short leather skirt, lifting my bottom off the chair and
grasping my panties...  pulling them down my legs as quickly as I can and
leaning down to untangle them from the high heels of my sandals.

   Looking at you, my eyes sparkling with naughty mischief, almost unable
to believe how brave I am.  You just smile at me and your eyes gaze to the
fireplace at the other end of the room.  I rise slowly, feeling the cool
lining of my skirt on the bare skin, panties bunched up in my hand as small
as possible, and I start walking towards the fireplace.  It's almost as if
people are making way for me, the path in front of me seems to be clearing
as I walk.  I sense your eyes on my back, and I am terribly self conscious,
my skirt feels much too short now that my panties are in my hand; I keep
tugging at it, pulling it down.  Skin is so hot and lining is so very cold,
getting colder by every step I take, making me acutely aware of my
nakedness.  Reaching the fireplace, quickly checking if anyone is looking
and tossing my panties into the fire.  They seem unaffected by flames for a
tortuously long time, I panic at the thought that somebody can see their
shape draped over a wooden log.  Finally, cotton is disappearing and I turn
to come back to you, but there you are, approaching me through the crowd;
my tall and handsome Master, mine mine mine; there is no feeling like
falling into your arms, melting in your embrace, your strength.

   "Good girl, my very good girl", and my heart swells with pride, with
love...  I am ready to do anything in the world to earn another such praise
from you.  I get a soft kiss, all too brief, and you gently take my arms
from around your neck, placing your warm hand to the small of my back and
guiding me towards the balcony door.

   Fresh air, rather cool and welcoming, makes me burst out in excitement:
"I did it, Master!  I did it, did you see that?  I threw them---", but your
kiss silences me at once, and then your hands spin me around to face the
balcony railing.  "You are not done yet, baby.  You know what you have to
do." And your hands slowly slide the leather skirt upwards (rustling sound
of the lining seems impossibly loud), and goose bumps spread over my bare
skin like thousands of falling dominos.  You take my hands off the railing
and push me forward, till my breasts are resting against the chilly metal.
The contact makes me gasp, silk blouse and a lacy bra offer no protection
whatsoever, and my nipples are straining almost painfully.

   "Part those plump little cheeks for your Master, baby." You whisper, and
my senses scream inside me.  I close my eyes tightly, hoping to shut out
this overwhelming flood of emotions.  Myriad of them: ranging from
embarrassment, rebellion, shame, excitement...  all the way to love and
need for a total submission to you.  It's not working.  My eyes are closed,
but all of the feelings are still there.  So are you, as you remind me with
a soft slap of your hand on my bottom.  I reach back with both my hands and
spread my pale, quivering ass cheeks apart, all the while whining softly...
words intelligible even to me.  And you make me wait like that; you make me
wait until tears start stinging in my eyes.

   Cold, slippery, hard, but small butt plug presses against my tight,
virgin opening, never giving me a chance to resist.  Pedantic Bastard
indeed, in all his glory...  you've coated the little invader ahead of
time, didn't you.  It slips inside me, and my body betrays me by enclosing
around it's narrow end, keeping it safely in place.

   I rise slowly, trying to adapt to the...  presence.. taking my first step
most precariously, but you have decided not allow me time to adjust. 
Nudging me rather insistently, we enter the noise and commotion of the
club. First notes of the "Black Magic Woman" are spilling, and my heart
sinks.

   "Dance with your Master, sweetheart." You lead me to the middle of the
floor; few couples are dancing slowly, and I cling to you with all my
might; my lifeline, my strength, my Love, my Master.  Your arms enclose me,
and finally I can steady my breathing.  Eyes clouded with excitement rise
to meet yours...  your lips slowly descend to claim mine, and your hands
caress my back pulling me even closer.  Moving with a sultry rhythm of
Santana's magic, I am leaning against you, pressing, feeling your hardness
stir against my tummy, when your hands slide down my back and to my ass. 
Fingertips are tapping, pushing on the plug, just gently so over the skirt
as I dance; I dance against it, feeling it intensely, my entire body moving
with it, moving around that plug under your finger.  Grinding into you,
excited out of my mind, whimpering, feeling black magic woman in my every
heartbeat.  I am pleading into your kiss, begging that you touch me; just
once, just touch my button once.  Both your hands are resting on my bottom,
fingers splayed, caressing me and sliding up, pulling the skirt along.  I
realize that my cheeks must be peeking from underneath the hem, and my
knees are ready to give up.  Tapping is relentless, steady, almost in the
rhythm of black magic woman...  and then I feel your one hand slide around
my hip, over my tummy, never pausing, it reaches under my skirt and finds
my drenched button. You press it once, and that's all it takes.

   You have your girl, your little hungry shameless shy virgin slut coming
in your arms in the middle of the dance floor.  You can taste the climax in
the kiss, and you can feel the juices coat your hand.  You can feel me go
limp as my moans get lost inside your mouth, I am hanging on to you by the
power of the kiss alone.