"Meeting Mistress Destiny" I got off the bus at the Port of Authority terminal in New York City and headed straight for the local newstand."Meeting Mistress Destiny" I got off the bus at the Port of Authority terminal in New York City and headed straight for the local newstand. I bought the latest issue of my favorite sleazy newspaper hoping to find some hot B&D action in the Times Square area. The ad read: "Seeking submissive male who can service and please a fine dominatrix beyond her wildest dreams! MUST be willing to submit to her many whims, desires without question and enjoy being tied-up and also humiliated. Only trained slaves need apply! I am blonde and well built: 44-23-36. By Appointment only: 976-1011...Mistress Destiny" I walked into the phone booth on 42nd Street and dialed the phone number. After a couple of rings, a sultry voice answered "Hello!" "I read your ad and I'm interested in the position as serving as your Slave," I told her. "Good! are you an experienced Slave?", she said. "No, not really, but I'm a quick learner." I replied. "Well, very good here's my address, 2401 10th Avenue, that's in the Village, you know. And make sure you are prompt, you should be here within the next ten or fifteen minutes." Well, hell even the most experienced Big Apple resident couldn't find this place in the Village in less that ten minutes, and it took me about thirty minutes to find the old brownstone and take the elevator to the tenth floor of the apartment building. I got off the elevator and approached the penthouse apartment and knocking softly on the door. A gorgeous blonde opened the door decked out in a complete nurse's uniform. "I'm here about the ad," I said, "I'm the slave who called you thirty minutes, or so, ago." "You're late!, but do come in." "Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm from out of town and I had a hell of a tough time finding the place." We sat down and shot the bull for a few minutes while she graciously poured me some wine as I drank a few glasses to get loosened up. |