You go back to her place

“Let’s go back to your place”, you answer.

“As you wish,” Natasha says as she motions her hands towards you.

As she does, another energy vortex appears in the alleyway before you both and engulfs the two of you.

You wake up again and begin to take stock of your new surroundings. It looks as if you’re some sort of modern penthouse. Floor to ceiling glass reveals the lit-up New York City skyline all around you.

Natasha’s a few feet in front of you walking towards what looks like a kitchen. The heels of her boots against her tile floors break the silence in the room. Suddenly she pauses for a moment and turns and points towards the fireplace. As she points, flames immediately erupt in the hearth as if on her command.

The light from the fire reflects off the surrounding black leather couches. You can see artwork in every direction as you look around the room. Huge paintings adorn each of the walls, and antique sculptures are perfectly placed throughout the room like a museum. A mix of modern and classic furniture create mini backdrops speckled throughout the room.

You notice the lights are only on halfway. In a flash, you notice Natasha somehow is now standing beside you. You can hear the creeks of her leather corset as she shifts her hips. You can also can smell her irresistible perfume.

You can’t help but compliment her on this place.

"This is a beautiful apartment,” you tell her.

She smiles at the compliment.

“It’s not bad… It’s where I like to play when I’m in New York,” Natasha replies.

“I could never afford a place like this,” you tell her.

“Do you mind if I ask how a witch affords something like this?” You ask.

Natasha’s grin shifts to a stern glare.

“Denis, that’s private information,” Natasha responds. “Besides… a witch never tells”

She winks at you.

“Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted at the bar? “Natasha asks you.

“Ah yes… we never finished our drinks,” she continues.

She lifts her hand and points her leather-gloved finger towards your hand. In a flash of energy a French 75 suddenly reappears in your grip. You can’t believe your eyes.

Not a moment later, Natasha conjures a glass of champagne to reappear in her hand as well.

Natasha holds up her glass to toast you.

“To new relationships,” she says.

You clink glasses and take a long sip not knowing what’s in store for you next. Before you finish your sip, she interrupts.

“Now for an appetizer,” she says. “ On your knees ****.”

Natasha points down towards her tall black leather boots. You feel a **** shove your arms and legs immediately to the ground. Your knees buckle and hit the marble tile floor hard. As you falter, you drop your glass, shattering it across the floor.

“It's time you begin your worship of me,” Natasha commands to you. “I'll allow you to begin by kissing my boots.”

You peer up from the floor at her to see her begin levitating off the ground again. She floats up until the pointy toe of her boot is a few inches from your mouth. You can smell the intoxicating scent of the leather of her boots.

Without hesitation you lean forward and begin slowly pecking the toe of her boot. Over the next 30 seconds you slowly work your way around to the heels of her boots. Your pecks become succulent kisses.

You briefly look up as your eye-line scrolls up Natasha’s legs to her stunning face. She’s looking down at you with her soul piercing dark eyes and that mischievous smirk you saw before.

Her facial expression suddenly changes. She glances over at your broken champagne glass all over her floor. You can see the look of disgust I’m her eyes.

She waves one of her hands towards the broken glass pieces. As she motions, the hundreds of glass pieces begin to glow and reassemble into the original champagne flute. As the reassembled flute hovers above the floor, the spilled champagne regroups into a puddle and then floats back into the glass. With a final motion of her hand, your drink floats away to land perfectly on a nearby coffee table.

Once again, you can't believe your eyes. Her magic powers seem vast and very well honed.

You refocus your attention on the task at hand. You continue kissing her boots. Now you’re up to her ankles, gently kissing and occasionally licking the leather folds and creases. To take your mind off it, you imagine you’re licking Natasha’s orgasmically trimmed vagina to your heart's content, which makes the job much easier.

“I can feel your longing… your desire for me growing inside of you,” Natasha reveals to you. “If you keep it up, I can assure you that the proper worship of me will be rewarded tenfold in pleasure."

As if on impulse, words entire your mind and you blurt out uncontrollably, "Yes Mistress Natasha."

You wonder if those words were of your own free will or of hers.

As you inch up her calves up to her knees, she begins to lower herself to the ground. You slowly kiss your way up to the leather cuffed tops of her boots. The black leggings she's wearing begin to fade from sight. As you look closely at the black material is vanishes to reveal her toned smooth thighs. It's as if she's provided your kisses an invitation to continue to follow her legs upward. You take the bait and begin caressing her thighs with your tongue. You gently lick and kiss every inch of her skin you can see. Her legs taste like they've been moisturized by the finest and lightest lotion. The closer you get to her skin, her perfume takes on otherworldly scents.

"There now my dear," Natasha says to you. "It seems you see something you like?"

She reaches down and pets your head. She runs her hands through your hair and around the back of your neck. The feel the soft leather of her gloves pinch your earlobes. You get the sense that she's becoming turned on.

You continued kissing her legs. Slowly up and up, until it's clear to you that she's not wearing any panties. She leans back and reaches down and begins rubbing her clitoris with her gloves. Now without a doubt, you can tell Natasha is horny.

You lift up your head to go higher, but suddenly you feel frozen. Your neck stops. You can't move an inch. Once again some invisible **** is holding you in place.

"Did I give you permission to kiss anything other than my boots?" Natasha asks you.

"No Mistress Natasha," you reply.

"Remember, obedience is all that I ask Denis," she replies back.

"Now then... I've been a rude host. I haven't even given you a tour of the house yet," she tells you.

"Yes Mistress, I would like that," you reply.

"Good boy," she says as she pets your head again. "Should we start in the library or the dungeon?"

Library? Dungeon? What kind of New York penthouse is this place you wonder. Although you're in a very big room with huge ceilings, you can't quite make out any visible hallways or doors. The evening is about to take an interesting twist.

You think for a second before you answer.