Emma, as domme

"Ah good, I was starting to think that you were too chicken to call." Emma's voice ripples out over the phone and through my head like a growl. I open my mouth and begin to make a nois, but she cuts me off. "No no no... No speaking, my pet... Come to me, and we'll see what I can make of you."

All bemused, I look at the phone as Emma hangs up. Shaking my head, I stand, unwilling to pass up the opportunity to get into Emma's trailer, regardless of the consequences.

Checking myself in the mirror, I straighten my shirt, and quickly make my way across to Emma's trailer.

I raise my hand to knock on the door, but it opens onto a darkened interior and Emma's voice snaps out, commandingly, "Get in here." She reaches out and grabs my shirt, yanking me through the door. I fall to the floor, sprawled, and look up at her in surprise. I swallow, seeing one of the hottest sights I could ever imagine. She has on her witches cloak, but its flung back over her shoulder and what's underneath is definitely not regulation attire for Hogwarts. A patent leather corset pushes up her delightful breasts, which she has uncovered for this evening, her nipples already hard. She's wearing a pair of leather panties that have a snap catch over her pussy and fishnet stockings, held up by leather garters. Her spiked heels must be at LEAST four inches. "Now we'll see if you're good enough to spend more than one night with me..."