Meeting Mistress

7:59:59 PM. Your instructions were clear: 8PM precisely or not at all.

I knock on your door.

"Hello John, come inside and kneel in the middle of the foyer", you say to me. Your firm, commanding tone takes me by surprise and after a brief pause, I enter.

After closing the door, you stand in front of me, looking down. I can finally take in your demeanour, but other than heels and a trench coat, you're giving nothing away.

"There is a shower at the end of the hall on the right. In there you will find soap and a douche. You will clean yourself 3 times. Leave your clothes neatly folded on the bench and return here, naked, kneeling in the centre of the foyer when you are done. You will not speak unless I ask you a question. When I say go, you will go. Any questions?"

"Umm... no..." I fumble out.

Whack. The sharp pain of a whip sears across my back.

"You will refer to me as mistress! Any questions?" you repeat.

"No mistress" I respond.

"Good. Go."

I make my way to the shower and once done, I return. Kneeling in the centre of the foyer, naked, as commanded. This is nothing like our first session and I'm both apprehensive and curious.

I hear the slow tap of heels approaching me from behind.

"I've reviewed your requests from our last session sub. We have time to explore things, more fully, this time" you say unnervingly.

A gulp forms in my throat as my heart rate spikes.

"I will hand you a blindfold which you will place over your eyes. Once secure, you will stand up and follow my footsteps. You will stop when I say. Understand?"

"Yes mistress" I say as you hand me the blindfold and walk away.

"Stop there and turn around" your commanding tone slicing through the air.

I feel you secure bands firmly around my wrists and ankles before giving me my next command, "Raise your arms".

I do so, as you connect each to something above my head.

"There's a large step up in front of you, step up onto it using the chains to balance." she explains.

I do so, with my arms are now at 90 degrees to me. But that doesn't last as i hear you press a button and the industrial whir of a motor takes up part of the slack.

"Now spread your legs apart", she says... "Wider".

I do so, my legs now as wide as I can comfortably make them. I feel you connect something between each ankle. I hear your footsteps behind me, the sound of you moving something, and the faint click of a plastic lid make me nervous.

My body jumps at the cold touch of your hand between my thighs. What must be lube being thickly spread on me. Your fingertips gently brushing my ass, then more focused on my rosebud, once, twice, then with firm pressure. You slip inside.

A groan escapes me as I try to lift myself away, my hands pulling against the chains.

"My my, still so tight... we'll need to work on that" you say disapprovingly.

"Well sub boy, my fun tonight will start with watching you fuck yourself." Your words cut like a knife through my stomach, my nerves kicking in.

You remove your finger and press something against my ass until it just slips in.

"Positioned below you is a tapered slink. It's connected to a motor that will raise very slowly, about 1cm every minute", you say to me. "The steps you are standing on will be removed so that you are hanging from the roof. You will need to hold yourself up with your arms. Eventually as you grow tired and your arms weaken, you'll lower and the plug will penetrate you deeper, spreading you open. I imagine you'll try to lift yourself up again, but the plug will only get higher each minute"

"I'm going to enjoy sitting here watching you fuck yourself, there's about 30cm of that slink and I need you nice and wide for later", you finally say. And with that, the motor is turned on and the steps removed.

I misjudge my weight and groan as the first few inches slam into my ass before I can lift myself up.

After what feels like an eternity, my ass sore and cramping, my arms are almost at full stretch now. Unable to hold me up for slow long, I slowly lowered. My ass resisted while it could, but after a while, my muscles grew tired and accepted their fate. Impaled, deep by the dildo inside me.

"I think that's enough sub boy..." you finally say.

(End of Part 1)