Natasha: Late 20s "Powerful and dominant looking for a sex "

You scroll down and see what may be the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Dark hair, dark eyes and complexion, hourglass figure, you click this stunning Russian beauty, Natasha. All her photos make her look like a European supermodel, jet-setting around the globe to exotic parties. You're intrigued, to say the least.

Her profile says she's into experimenting with power and control and is skilled in the arts of femdom. It goes on to note she's dominant and skilled in magical tantra sutra. She can speak 9 languages fluently and has multiple master's degrees.

You see the Send Message button but can't think of any good starters. You click it anyways.

You start typing "Hello Natasha, I'd like to get to know you more". You hit send.

Immediately a message pops back "I'd like that. I'm in your neighborhood. Care to join me for a drink?"
Natasha replies.

You think about it for a second. How the hell does she know your neighborhood? You don't remember giving the site access to your location.

Your wife is asleep down the hallway, but she's out cold. A couple of quick drinks with an exotic Russian witch sound easy. Nothing bad could come of that. Right?

You type back "How did you know my neighborhood? Sure, where can I meet you.."

Before you hit send the room around you begins to shift. An energy vortex appears before you and you black out.

You wake up and open your eyes and notice you're sitting at the end of a dimly lit bar. The bartender is wiping down the bar in front of you.

"Hey, buddy.." "Hey.." "Hello..?" "She's buying you a drink over there. Now, do you want it or not?"

Your brain finally comes back into focus. You realize you're in the Rusty Tavern, one of your frequent stomping grounds a few blocks down the street from your apartment.

"Umm, yeah.. Yes... I mean.. I'll have a Manhattan.. rye... on the rocks" you tell the bartender.

Why did you order that? You haven’t had a Manhattan in years. You look down to the woman he motioned to. She's a dark brunette sitting at the other end of the room in a booth. She makes immediate eye contact with you. She smiles back.

It's Natasha.. the witch. It's all coming back to you now.

You realize that somehow you've been transformed from your apartment with your wife to a bar down the street in less than a second. You're still wearing the same work clothes from today.

You smile back at her and wave. She doesn't wave back but continues her eye contact with you.

"Here you go buddy, have fun.." the bartender says as he sets the drink down in front of you with a wink.

You grab the drink take quick sip and feel compelled to walk over to Natasha to say hi. You pass the bar and see her sitting at a booth by herself with a glass of champagne in front of her.

Shes got dark brown hair and eyes. She's wearing an all-black leather outfit. A black short-skirted and revealing dress, paired with long black leather gloves and boots. Her toned and tanned bustline and shoulders become clearer as you get closer.

Every bit what you'd expect a supermodel to look like, not a witch, Natasha in real life was a dramatic improvement from her profile photo.

"Natasha?" you ask her.

"Yes. Denis, I'm so glad you could join me," she replies as she motions to the empty seat next to her.

You go to sit down, and the booth seems to open up towards you as if to welcome you. You oblige and sit down.

Natasha looks stunning up close. Her chiseled neckline and face give way to endlessly dark eyes that you get lost in. You set your drink down and begin to make small talk.

"So do you come here often?" you ask her.

Natasha looks at you even more intensely. "There's no need to make small talk Denis," she replies. "I already know everything about you."

"Your hopes.. your fears.. your desires.. your fetishes.. everything," she says as she raises an eyebrow at you. She takes a sip of her champagne.

"That's impossible. You don't even know me," you respond.

All I did was type a few words into a website. That’s impossible,” you tell her.

She places her gloved hand over yours and responds, "I love when a mortal tells me something is impossible.”

Natasha’s beautiful face dark face features begin to reveal a mischievous smirk.

“What if I told you, I know more about you than you know about yourself,” she challenges you.

She can see you still don't believe her.

"Go ahead," she says. "Try me."

You think for a second. What's something extremely personal only you would know? You've got it.

"Who was the girl that was my first kiss," you ask Natasha.

She smirks confidently and without hesitation responds, "You were in seventh grade, behind the school baseball field you kissed Sheila James.”

Natasha continues, “But that moment also was another first for you."

You can't believe she knows that. She really is a powerful witch as advertised.

Natasha continues, "That was also the first time you got a hard-on, just like you've got right now."

She smiles at you and lifts her hand from yours. You look down at your pants, just beginning to show signs of a bulge.

Once again she’s right. You didn’t even realize yet you were hard yet. This is getting too freaky.

You panic. You feel the urge to get out of here and stand up for the booth chair.

Before you can exit Natasha lifts her leather gloved hand and points it at you,

“ Please sit back down!” she says tersely to you and lowers her wrist.

You immediately feel and invisible **** gran your entire mid-section and shove it down. Your knees collapse and you fall back down into the booth chair.

You were clearly not the first guy Natasha has had telekinetically show who’s the boss.

She continues her reading about you, "And for starters, your favorite drink is not a rye Manhattan, it's a French 75."

She’s right again. You think for a moment about how she might know those things.

As you ponder, Natasha swirls her hands over the top of your glass. It suddenly transforms in shape into a champagne flute and fills with champagne. With another gesture of her leather clad fingers, From thin air, a sugar cube appears and drops into your glass.

Natasha has magically transformed your drink into your favorite right before your eyes.

"How in the hell did you do that?" you ask her.

“Denis please. I’m not here to waste our time with chit chat or cheap tricks,” she explains.

“There’s a reason you went on a witch dating site Denis,” Natasha says. “You’re seeking a change. A woman that’s different... exotic.. powerful.”

You can see her shift in her seat toward you.

She pauses and looks intensely at you and says, “Well here I am.”

You simultaneously take sips of your drinks. Natasha slides in much closer to you now. The leather from her skirt brushes up against your leg. You get harder.

“Let me explain how this evening will go Denis. You’re going to do exactly as I say from here on out because if you don’t there will be consequences,” Natasha commands to you.

You can see how serious she is. You’re a bit scared now of what she’s capable of with magic.

“Yes ma’am,” you quickly reply.

“Yes Mistress,” she corrects you. “Ask how you may serve your Mistress?”

You repeat back to her, ”Mistress Natasha how may I serve you?”

"Good boy," Natasha responds as she lifts up her leg and rubs the heel of her boot over your cock.

"My my.. you do get hard easily", she asks as she continues stroking your hard-on with her boots.

"I’ll bet your wife doesn't tease you like this, does she?" Natasha asks.

A few folks from the bar look over towards you and Natasha. You're clearly attracting attention.

Natasha notices them too. "I think it's time we headed to our next adventure.. let's go," she says as she grabs your hand, and you slide out from the booth and jet out the back door.

Now it's just you and her all alone in the alleyway behind the bard. The sodium street lights shimmer off the leather of her thigh high boots. On a scale of one to ten, every inch of her beauty is an eleven. She looks like a supermodel, more than a witch, with a perfectly symmetrical face and small but perky breasts hinting from her leather dress. You can see her toned thighs through her tight black leggings.

You begin to hesitate, as this situation could get out of control fast. You only meant to have a quick drink and maybe a conversation with Natasha. It's time to make the move. You let go of her hand.

"Look, Natasha... it's getting late and I think it might be better if we..." she interrupts you.

"Need I remind you who you're dealing with?" Natasha says commandingly as she begins to levitate off the ground.

"you remember our little discussion about how you’ll do exactly as I say?," she continues as she's now hovering four of five feet in mid-air in front of you.

“Well this is one of those moments,” she tells you. “Don’t test me Denis.”

She lifts one of her leather-gloved hands and a glowing energy ball begins to emerge from it. The ball of energy grows in size and intensity as she twiddles her fingers towards it. Her attempt at intimidation is definitely working.

Never could you have imagined meeting a stunningly beautiful young witch, much less one that is a dominatrix, much less one that can fly without a broomstick. Her mastery of magic makes her more powerful than any woman you've been with. What if she hurls this energy ball at you? Can she kill you? What happens now?

The energy ball morphs into what looks like shackles or handcuffs of some sort. She motions her hand and the glowing shackles fly towards you. They land squarely on each of your ankles and wrists and tighten into place before disappearing from sight.

“Only a minor precaution,” Natasha explains. “Shall we adjourn to your place or mine?"

Natasha waits for your answer as she hovers above you.

You think for a second before responding.