Mistress Alex

Standing before you at the open door is a goddess of a woman. Atleast 6’ tall before her four inch heels, she stands in a full latex dominatrix outfit with riding crop attached at her hip. She looks around, seemingly making a show of it before looking down at you. “My my, what do we have here? A new contestant? And such a cute young thing at that... are you here to compete little one?” You can’t even stammer out a reply as you are too taken aback by the mixture of her stunning looks and belittling demeanor. She laughs condescendingly at you as a latex gloves hand reaches out and pats your head. “Why I could just eat you up sugar... don’t worry, and come in.”

She places a firm hand on your shoulder and guides you through the door and down some stairs to an office. The office seems spacious, with one large mahogany desk with an expensive leather chair behind it. As she sits, you notice there is no chair for you, forcing you to stand awkwardly before the vixen.

She brings out some papers and organizes them as you anxiously wait. Just as you are about to speak, she starts with “Now, before we begin, I have to legally go over this paperwork, have you sign some things, and then we can get you dressed and ready within the hour!”