14 Day Mistress - Pt. 01

Prelude

As the darkness slowly morphed into faint light I found myself staring up between two tattooed thighs at a gaping vagina. As my senses came back to me, I thought to myself, "how the hell did I get here."

Day 1

Two weeks earlier, I was a normal guy living a normal married life in Southern California. A good-looking guy I'd say, but not in the chiseled type way. More of an athletic runner type. Somehow I landed a hot wife and, 6 years in, still have a good, though a little vanilla, sex life. Then one Tuesday night in June, my life took a very unexpected turn for the for the worse... or the better... well maybe a little of both. The night started with a typical work dinner with a prospective group of clients in from out of the country.

After dinner the key man from the meeting cornered me and asked if I'd take him to an American gentlemen's club. Now I'll have it said that I have a pretty kinky side to me, but have just never been a big fan of the genre. But, anything for a deal right? A round of shots at the bar and an uber drive down the street and we were walking into a Huntington Beach strip club on a Tuesday. While his expectations were clearly way higher than mine, that wasn't a high bar. We walked into what you might imagine. Several girls mingling around and three other men sitting at various tables. I learned something new that night, a well-dressed guy walking into a slow strip club is like a wounded gazelle accidentally stumbling into a pack of African wild dogs. My guest was in heaven and as he quickly disappeared with the first woman who shimmied up next to him, I spent a good 15 minutes ducking and dodging advances. That is a gift men just don't have a lot of practice at but eventually I was left alone to my drink and my phone.

About a half an hour went buy and only one brief siting of my client and I was beginning to look for an exit.

I figured a bathroom run, one more drink and then I'd send a "great hanging with you" text from the Uber.

As I walked up to the bar, I could see a regular-clothed, but incredibly sexy woman talking to the bartender. I stood a few feet away searching for the bartender's eyes to order my drink. Catching her eye, I leaned in to find myself face to face with the dark-haired tattooed empress that was chatting away. They both stared at me as I took just a few too many seconds to turn to the bartender and order another bourbon.

The dark-haired guest asked if I was enjoying myself to which I responded as cooly as I could, "just entertaining a friend".

The bartender chipped in "he's been here for an hour and has been strikingly resistant to the charms of his assailants."

I laughed and kindly said "they are all amazing, just not my thing."

Tattoos quipped with an odd confidence "too bad I'm not working tonight, because I am definitely your thing and you don't even know it."

To which I responded, a little too pathetically, "definitely too bad".

My drink came to the sound of an awkward pause. As if she had been having an internal debate and had finally reached a conclusion, she looked me in the eyes and sternly said "come with me" and turned and walked away.

I instinctively got up to follow and, as I moved to catch up, I heard the bartender sympathetically mutter "oh shit."

To say the next 15 minutes were life changing would be an understatement.

"My name is Eden" she said as we passed a guard and entered a private room.

"Chasen" I said.

To which she responded "oh that's perfect."

Odd response, but didn't phase me. Now I've had multiple private dances in my life and this was different from the start. She was wearing jeans and a plain white bodysuit with a black jean jacket. She took none of it off. She told me to take my shirt off and lie down on the couch. Confused, but curious and a bit entranced, I obeyed. Straddling me she started slowly and lightly running her nails on my chest and sides.

She leaned down and whispered, "For the next 14 days, I'm going to take you on a sexual journey that will change you at your core."

I shuttered at the way she spoke. Then she started pinching my nipples. One hard pinch, then release and flicking them softly with her fingertips. Then an unexpected harder pinch and pull. Now I had never even thought about my nipples as a source of any form of sexual pleasure until that moment. But my sexual senses exploded in a way I'd never knew possible.

Heart-stopping electric signals ripped though my insides and she whispered: "I'm going break your will and open your soul. I'm going to leave you scarred and damaged. You'll be forever part of a hidden underground of pleasure and pain to which I am your key and your guide."

She moved her head to my chest and bit one of my nipples hard. I gasped from the sudden jolt.

I didn't have time to recover when her voice changed to a much more business-like tone: "you only get two chances to walk away and your first one is now."

She pinched my nipples firmly and said "Tell me to stop and you're out, you'll never see me again."

I just stared up into that sadistically beautiful face and found her oddly soft eyes and she started pinching hard. I mean really, really hard. And pulling my nipples in a way that I could feel my skin separating from my muscles. Holy fuck it hurt. I wanted to scream for her to stop. I kept thinking it would be over soon, but she just kept pulling. Her grip was iron. But she never blinked. Her face was morphed into that contortion people get when their actions are spurned by rage, but her eyes were begging me to hold on. I just stared into them, my heart pounding, adrenaline shooting through my veins, serotonin flooding my brain. It was a high like I had never felt. Like a switch, suddenly everything was focused, clear and I didn't want the moment to end. I saw a small smirk cross her lips and she released me.

As I took my first breath in what seemed like forever, she leaned down to me, pressing her body firmly against mine, kissed me so sensually and whispered "we are going to have so much fun".

Day 2

I'm not sure exactly how I got home that night but my poor wife took the brunt of my sexual frustration. With sore nipples and a good orgasm behind me, I set to putting that night in a box locked in the back of my mind. That safety lasted until I got to my truck the next morning to go to work. Resting above my steering wheel was an elegant envelope. My heart stopped and a wave of heat flushed through my whole body as I remembered the seemingly insane conversations of the night before.

My mind was spinning "How the hell did she know where I lived. How did she get into my car. What the hell was I going to do."

I tucked the envelope between the seats and drove. Two stoplights later and I had to open it. Removing the inside paper, I read "Lunch, 1:00 sharp. Bouillion Restaurant". This is that point where I should have tossed the envelope out of the window and led a normal life. But... I didn't. Five hours later I was walking into a Newport Beach Restaurant asking the hostess for a table for Eden.

To my surprise, Eden was sitting with another man at a table set for three. She introduced me to her good friend Aiden and directed me to sit on the bench seat next to her. Aiden was shockingly fit, about 6'3" and definitely had no problem in the female category. We had a great lunch, discussing a multitude of political and intellectual topics. Aiden was a bioengineer and honestly the whole thing was unexpectedly stimulating in a different way than I expected. That is, until the lunch plates were taken away and Eden ordered a strawberry shortcake desert for the table.

She turned to Aiden and said "Aiden come with me. Chasen, we will be right back" and they walked back toward the bathrooms.

Now I didn't mention it before, but Eden was wearing a pair of gorgeous black boots and a yellow sundress that did wonders for her incredible body. I watched the two of them walk away awe, jealousy and a rock-hard problem under the table.

About ten minutes later, they came strolling back to the table. Aiden looked a little flushed and sat down with a deep breath. Eden sat down next to me and turned my cheek and gave me a soft kiss, licking my upper lip then taking a soft bite of my lower. At the same time, she placed her hand on the top of my had under the table. Interlocking our fingers, she moved my hand over to her leg and guided it upwards.

As she parted her legs and pushed herself to the edge of the bench. I could feel the heat from a distance. She curled my fingers with hers and pressed them firmly against her burning hot lips. I glanced at her and she smiled and looked up to the waiter who was coming with our desert.

She smiled and said "It looks amazing... Aiden those big strawberries are off ours, so hands off".

He laughed. She looked back at me and gave me that wicked smirk. Just then I felt a warm gush of liquid poor into my palm between her legs. I'm sure somewhere in my head, I knew what they were doing in the bathroom, but it didn't really register until that moment. I had a hand full of Aiden's cum trapped against Eden's pussy.

Eden held her hand firm against the back of mine. With her other hand, she reached for one of the large strawberries and took a small bite of the side. Subtly, she moved the strawberry down and slid it between her soaking fingers and I could feel it enter her. It was the hottest thing I had ever been a part of up until that point in my life. And it wasn't over...

Slowly, she pulled the large fruit with the bitemark out of our grip and brought it up to her lips. It was covered in cum. The bite had allowed a large pool of white semen to gather. I had an overwhelming need to see her pink tongue reach out to capture the cum dripping off the tip. To see her lips take the glistening white fluid along with the bright red berry. My mouth was watering and my cock was aching.

Then she turned to me and whispered "Second and last chance" as she moved the strawberry toward my lips.

At the same time, she forced both of our hands inside her below the table. My lips parted and my tongue came out slightly as she let the drip of cum on the tip stick to my tongue. I opened wider and the whole berry slid into my mouth as she turned it to let the pool of now cool fluid flow.

The taste of cum was overwhelming. My senses were completely overwhelmed. I bit down and felt my cock erupt inside my jeans without so much as a touch from anyone. I closed my eyes and let the orgasm flow without shame as I enjoyed the contrasting flavors in my mouth. I opened them to Eden and Aiden digging into the rest of the desert like nothing had happened.

Day 3

The next day began uneventful. No note in the car, no contact at all. Whew, because that was just gross. I mean what was I thinking? And why the hell can I not stop thinking about it. It's completely crowding my brain with mixed emotions that I can't get under control. I fell asleep revolted but woke up with an aching hard on and the only memory from my dream state was the smell of cum with a hint of strawberry.

Surprisingly I got things under control thanks to a pretty busy day at work allowing my mind to focus on other, more mundane topics. Mid afternoon, I received a package. No postage, hand delivered to my attention. In the top right corner of the brown box was a small drawing of Asmodeus, the demon of lust; a drawing I knew too well from the neck of Eden. Suddenly I could hear my heart beating in my chest. I took it into my office and beneath the desk opened it carefully.

Inside was a note that read simply "One pair per day for the next 14 days" and inside were 14 pair of very feminine panties.

Then "PS... Montage, Room 207, 4:00pm today".

That was in 30 minutes. What the hell do I do. I mean I'm going, but do I put on a pair of panties, or just bring them. I'm stressed and don't even understand why.

I stumble out of the office in a daze, heading down the street to the Montage Hotel and arrive at with two minutes to spare. As I try to pull myself together, box in hand, the door opens. Eden motions me inside and I lean in to kiss her. My advance is met with a brutally hard slap.

"I'm your guide on this journey, but I guide with a heavy hand. The result will be completely willful obedience. But please never mistake me as an object for your pleasure. The pleasure you receive from me is given, never taken. Do not make that mistake again."

As different as my perception of our relationship was before I walked in that door, it was now crystal clear. Somehow she defined our roles with no ambiguity. That doesn't often happen in life, and it was surprisingly comforting.

"Yes mam" I responded.

She smiled, "undress and meet me in the shower."

Meeting her in the shower did not go the way I expected. She began a treatment on my body that was detailed to say the least. I'm not a hair guy by any means. Very little hair on my chest and all of it pretty light in color. I've always trimmed my lower regions pretty tight, but the next thirty minutes was next level. Before entering the shower, she used an electric razor to tightly trim my front side.

"Step in the shower and rinse off" she commanded.

The shower was large enough that she could stand inside without the water getting near her when she entered and switched the water to the wand.

"On all fours and spread your cheeks" she said as if she was ordering a coffee.

She spent the next few minutes shaving around my asshole until it was silky smooth.

She exited the shower finally "dry off and sit at the vanity. I'll be right back".

I did as instructed, sitting at the vanity in the large bathroom with the towel around my waist. She entered with a bag full of equipment. She trimmed and polished my toes and fingers, plucked my eyebrows, and picked and poked at almost every part of my body.

At one point she smiled wickedly and said "you're going to like this one" as she plucked hairs out of my nipple area.

I did...

When my pampering was complete, she stood above me admiring her handiwork then instructed "stand up and put your elbows on the counter".

I did as instructed and she removed the towel. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. And for good reason. She took some of the body oil that she had used on my feet and legs and began to liberally rub it up and down my ass.

"You will need to keep this area well shaven. That means every day" she instructed as she paused at my tight hole.

"You will also want to keep this entire area well lubricated. I'll leave the oil for you and you can apply it throughout the day. And I expect you to apply it everywhere."

This last instruction was said in conjunction with a finger sliding quickly into me.

I gasped with absolute pleasure, to which she responded "very good".

Eden massaged her finger inside me, curling it down and pressing firmly on my prostate. She pushed firmly on my bare back, bending me over the vanity and sliding a second finger inside me. She softly yet firmly rocked herself against me with her two fingers clawing deeper inside me.

I was just getting into the motion when Eden whispered "push out and relax."

I didn't have time to think before her fingers moved out and were replaced with something much larger, longer and harder. I couldn't escape the initial shock enough to even question whether she was using a strap-on, suddenly had a cock or had swapped places with Aiden. Honestly, at the time, I didn't care. It hurt in a way I did not expect. The walls and muscles of my hole twitched and radiated pain as I tried to relax. Then I remembered her instruction to push out and relax. Thad did it. My muscles started to relax and the sharp feeling waned and was replaced by a full feeling.

Sensing my adaptation, Eden began sliding further inside me slowly as she ran her fingernails in sync up my sides from my hips toward my neck. As I felt her hips meet my ass, she wrapped her sharp fingernails around my neck and pressed firmly. I finally took a breath as she paused there for what seemed like eternity.

Then the gentleness began a rapid retreat as she pulled halfway out and slammed herself back to the hilt with more force than a tiny girl should have. My thighs were forced against the vanity and my elbows slid out from under me. Then she fucked me... She fucked me so hard that I could barely breathe. She pulled hard on my hair while her silicone cock stretched me over and over.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it was long enough for tears to come out of the corner of my eyes before she pulled out and turned me around. My cock hung semi rigid and dripping profusely. She knelt down and captured the long sticky string dangling from my tip with her outstretched tongue. She used her other hand to milk my cock from base to tip, squeezing out the prostate cum into her waiting mouth.

With an absolute predator like hunger, she stood up and dug her nails into the back of my head and kissed me deeply. My pre-cum thrust from her tongue to mine. It was absolute heaven and then it was gone. She walked out of the bathroom carrying her little bag and began putting her stuff together.

She boomed from the other room "pick up a portable douche and some fiber supplements. You need to be clean and ready every day at every moment."

As she walked past the bathroom on her way out she handed me a silky black thong and said "when you're not at home, you better have one of these on... now go fuck your wife and I'll see you tomorrow."

Day 4

When I woke up the next morning, well, there is no other way to say it, my butt was sore. Not super painful, but I was well aware that it had been used the day before and it was an oddly welcome reminder. As instructed, after the shower, I liberally oiled my ass; making sure to get a fair amount inside. It felt good and relieved some of the soreness.

I kept my stash of panties in my car and on the way to work I pulled over and put on a sexy deep purple pair that hugged me tight and quickly ran almost completely up my crack. I had to admit, they felt great; silky smooth and yet tight enough that I was aware of them in a very sexy way for the whole day.

I had an important breakfast meeting that morning with a client at a nice local restaurant. About 15 minutes into the meeting I was stunned to watch Eden walk in with a stunning blonde woman and take a seat in a booth in perfect line of site behind my client. As obsessed as I had become with Eden, the erotic work of art with her had all my attention. She was tall, had to be six feet, thin but muscular, with an amazing bubble butt and the most perfect breasts. She was wearing a tight black skirt, YSL heels and a form fitted silky blouse that did wonders for her nipples.

But more than all of that was the way she carried herself, as if she could, and just might, fuck anyone she wanted with a simple look. I couldn't concentrate on my client, my food, or anything else. As she and Eden talked and laughed in my line of site, the goddess kept throwing sexy glances in my direction.

As breakfast finished up, I looked up to find my new muse staring at me in an attempt to grab my attention. She had It as she motioned for me to come to her. She stood up and walked toward the bathrooms. I glanced at Eden and she nodded her approval. I excused myself and walked in the same direction. I turned down the dark hallway to see her entering the unisex bathroom. She looked back and smiled sexily. I followed.

When I entered, I started to introduce myself. She softly held her hand on my mouth to quiet me and locked the door. Removing her hand, she kissed me. Her kiss was so soft and warm. She moved so slowly but with such incredible passion. It was breathtaking. After what seemed like a wonderful eternity, she guided me to the vanity and turned me around to face the mirror.

From behind, she reached down the front of my pants to feel my rock hard member begging for attention. She ran her fingertips along the head slightly scratching her nails up my swollen head. I shuddered as she undid my pants. It was then that I became shockingly aware that I had panties on. I almost panicked but her hands on my waist somehow gave me the feeling that she was not surprised. She ran her fingernails up my back to the back of my neck as she all to familiarly bent me over onto the vanity. I'd been here before...

Running the fingers of one hand down my back, she reached the thin layer of silk covering my vulnerable opening. Pulling them aside, I felt that now familiar pressure of her finger pressed against my oiled opening. She caressed my neck softly as she let one finger slide deep inside me. It felt so good as she curled it and extended it, massaging my prostate.

Quite suddenly, her finger was gone. I glanced back in desperation, and she forced my head down closer to the countertop. The next sensation was both expected from my experience less than 24 hours ago, but also completely unexpected. I mean, there is no way she had a strap-on just ready to go at breakfast right? But there was no mistaking, I was about to be penetrated.

I knew what to do and relaxed and pushed out to receive. And receive I did. In one smooth thrust, she slid so deep inside me that I thought it would never stop. I felt it go too far. The pain was so different than the day before, which was a stretching pain. This was the pain of moving my organs around to accommodate something new. Dear lord it felt good. She didn't bother to leave it in for me to get used to the massive intrusion.

She immediately began fucking me... hard. Not fast, but hard. Pulling all the way out and then thrusting all the way in. It was exquisite. She still had not said a word, but her breathing began to quicken. Soft moans came out of her. The whole process was familiar and my small little male brain was starting to put things together. A little too late of course. Her breath quickened and so did her pace. Not sure how I was so sure of it, as my face was flat on the vanity, but I had come to the realization that I was being fucked by a real cock. That rush of adrenaline came flooding through me again. I was doing something so wrong, but fucking Eden had programmed my brain to accept it. No, not accept it, to enjoy it.

Now that I was sure what I was looking for, I was very well aware a few seconds later when my hair was gripped tight, her strokes became short and fast and her breathing was desperate. She was about to cum. And I wanted it so freaking badly that I would later question my sanity.

Pulling me tight, one hand on my waist and the other pulling my head back by my hair, she froze deep inside me and the twitching began. Neither of us moved and neither of us took a breath. That twitching of her wonderful tool dumping load after load of cum into my intestines was the only motion in the entire world. I didn't want it to end... ever.

Her body slowly relaxed and she let out a soft exhale. She pulled herself out of me quickly, pulling my panties back to the middle. I had to see what had just violated me as I lifted up and turned around. It completely was not what I was expecting. It was beautiful. Hairless, smooth, clean (except for the tiny drop of cum at the tip) and it was so long. I looked up as I sensed her eyes on me. She smirked and I think I must have smiled like an obsessed schoolgirl because she giggled this cute little feminine giggle. She reached down to pull up her panties. My eyes followed. She ran her hand up her cock from base to tip, milking out one large globe of white cum onto her fingers. Those delicate fingers moved quickly up to my mouth where she fed me. That taste as too much for me to handle. And I can honestly say that this was the moment that I became obsessed with cum.

She tucked herself back into her tight thong, pulled down her skirt and straitened up.

"I'm Kylie" she giggled.

"I'm so glad to have met you. The next time we see each other I want you on your knees with that wonderfully soft mouth on my cock" she said as she nodded to the door.

I moved out into the hallway and back toward my table. Apologizing to my client, I took my seat across from him only to feel a sudden flood of fluid pour from inside me. I gasped.

My client asked with concern "are you sure you're ok".

"Just dwelling on some pressing issues" I said. Across the restaurant, I caught a devious smile from Eden...