Mistress

It was an average, everyday condo that was actually better than I expected for the part of town it was in, an older, run-down part of the city.

She had told me to text her when I got there so she could make certain she had everything ready.

So, there I sat, waiting nervously in my car, full of anticipation for her reply text. What could 'everything' be? My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing. I checked in the mirror to see that I was in order, took a breath mint, and then, my summons to enter, a simple buzz on my phone that put my heart in my throat.

I almost forgot her requested tribute in my excitement. Leaving the Don Julio Anejo in the front seat would have been a crime. When I had invited her for a drink, she had declined but added that I could come over for something more intimate, and that I could bring her a drink, an Añejo. She warned me that she would judge me based on the quality of my choice. She is an aficionado of fine tequilas.

I picked it up and headed to where she waited for me, the door open just a crack.

I entered her lair, slow, curious, not timidly, but controlled.

She was stunning. Not the attractive, sexy professional I had first approached at a hotel front desk a week ago, but a toned, bronze Goddess, bodiced in leather, a silky black thong, tall spike-heeled boots that rose up above her knees, oozing sexuality, demanding worship, feminine perfection. My jaw went slack.

Here she was, conversing with me as if we were lovers who hadn't seen each other in months, rather than casual acquaintances that had just met a week earlier.

She took the Anejo I brought with a radiant smile and an impressed thanks for following through with such generosity, acting like everything was just casually normal. I stood there stunned, and amazed.

The greetings were polite and surprisingly easy, comfortable even. I started to feel relaxed. My eyes darted around, taking it all in: leather masks, crops and cuffs, dildos, clamps, collars, and candles. At the center of it all is a bench, nicely appointed in leather with a massage headrest but the sturdy leather bindings at each leg are what set it apart.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I felt the grin creep into my cheeks as I revelled in my unbelievable good fortune.

"Wait, do I need a safe word for this date?"

"Well, if you'd like one we can certainly see if I can make you use it. You realize now that you're here for my amusement? After all, you did say that you had 'few, if any, inhibitions'."

I had said that when we last spoke, in a flirting, teasing kind of way. I had no idea.

"How about octopi then?"

"Very well. I'll see if we can't get you to use 'octopi'."

Then the question hits me like a slap in my face: "Why are you still dressed?"

Oh my, straight to the point then. And so it begins.

She compliments my silk boxers as they slide to the floor. She hates that men can be so unimaginative when it comes to the one piece of lingerie they have. She dislikes "tighty whiteys" and the lack of effort they show. She loves that I put some thought into it. We're off to a good start. I thank her for her praise. It feels good to please her.

She looks me over, eyes running up and down and around my body as she encircles me, like a shark sizing up its prey, lightly running her leather crop over everything that she inspects. I try to look forward as she scrutinizes her new pet but I can't believe how beautiful she is. I drink her in through sidelong glances as I can. She stops in front of me and stares into my eyes in a moment of silence as a judge would before handing down a weighty sentence.

"Very nice," she says as the crop comes up firmly under my balls, lifting and pulling at the same time. She pulls me close to her and pulls an exquisitely manicured finger up under my chin to force me to look her in her dark, sultry eyes. I can feel her heat. I can smell her musky perfume. I get hard immediately.

She coaxes me to the bench as if I'm on a leash, and lays me face up. The soft, rich leather is surprisingly warm against my naked skin but still my flesh raises in goosebumps as the crop lightly slides across every part of me.

She encircles me, continuing the inspection in silence.

She stops between my legs. Looking me in the eyes, "We'll have to do something about this."

She taps my raging hard cock with the crop. I refuse to wince. Then she taps the balls. That gets the reaction she was after. I flinch even though it doesn't truly hurt. I admit to myself that I liked it. I didn't think I would but somehow I do, and I crave more.

I'm not certain where it came from but she picks up a length of soft silken rope and binds my balls and cock with it. I try not to squirm or moan but it feels so good my face breaks out in a smile as a small groan escapes me. She slaps my cock with the crop in response and informs me she has something to help with that. A ball gag is inserted in my mouth and firmly buckled behind my head. My jaw is stretched. I struggle not to drool or gag. She taps at me lightly with the crop across my body and then SNAP. I flinch, out of surprise more than anything. She explains to me how spanking increases blood flow and that it is very therapeutic as she continues on: tap, tap, tap, SNAP. Randomly surprising me until I endure in unflinching silence. Very good, she commends as she removes the gag. "Now roll over, face down." I lay my face in the circle of the leather massage table, noticing a nearby heater blowing under it. That explains the warmth.

She is fussing with something off to the side. I feel her warm, firm hands rub oil onto my back. She comes around and stands near my head. I can feel the heat or her body on me. She asks, "Are you an ass or a tits man?" as she sits her perfect, sculpted buns on my skull and dances them back and forth. I admit to her that it wouldn't matter because she is built to fulfill either man's fantasy. She bounces her firm buttocks off of my head and praises me for my answer. I hear metal buckles unlinking as I look down at her beautifully pedicured feet. Then her leather bodice drops to the floor in front of me with a thud. She lithely steps out of it and sets it aside as she walks slowly around me, tracing a single fingernail down my spine, raising a signal throughout my body. The nail turns to a palm on my calf. I feel oil dribble up my legs to my butt and on to my back.

My skin is alive with anticipation as she starts to massage the oil into every inch of my eager flesh. I feel a breast brush my thigh, then another on my other thigh. She is straddling me now, rubbing her body against mine, slick with warm massage oil. She works the knots out of my back for half an hour of bliss as she straddles my ass. My legs are locked in the grip of her thighs as her feet rest on the back of my knees. I could happily lie here like this forever. I could happily die here.

Just as I think this, she commands me to roll over. She is standing over me in all her glory. That body needs no bodice. She is a toned, hard Goddess of a woman, full, firm breasts, hard muscular legs and arms, soft curving hips and an abdomen like marble tiles. She has a maturity about her that belies an age that her body certainly doesn't reflect. I am in awe as she dribbles more oil on my chest. She lowers herself so that her face is now a mere inch or two from my own. I long to kiss her but she pulls back slowly with a slight moan as she slides her body down mine. My cock strains against its restraints as she lightly brushes her oiled, scented body over mine. This writhing tease continued until I feel I am ready to burst. My hips thrust up into her and she stops. She climbs off of me and slaps my engorged cock with her crop. I nearly cum as she tells me not to dare be so disobedient.

She commands me to roll over again. I hear her walking about gathering things but I can't see what. My face is buried in the headrest. The smell of oiled leather fills my nostrils. She stands in front of me again and slips something around my throat, a leather collar. She buckles it firmly but not too tight. She walks back behind me and spreads my legs as I lie there face down feeling her soft, warm hips between my knees. I hear the snick of a plastic bottle top opening and then a large drop of lube falls on my tailbone. It slides down the crack of my ass all the way to my balls. She asks if I know what she has for me. I admit that I have no idea. "It's a special treat but one that will keep you in line." She says.

Cold steel, that's what I felt pushing against my lubed anus. I relaxed and it went in with a pop, deeper and deeper until I could feel the hook settle into the crack of my ass.

I haven't even kissed this woman and here she is putting things in my ass? My mind freaks out for a second. Then I decide to relax and just go with it, to surrender completely and see where she takes this.

She pulled it up snug and then I felt her tie it in place around my new leather collar. "That should keep you in line.", she said. She wasn't the first woman to have played with my butthole, but this was a totally different, subservient experience. I was very much into it. I think she could tell that too.

"Good little slut," she praised me.

"Now to turn you into my pet. Get down on all fours for me."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied meekly.

Moving was awkward and slow, being trussed up as I was. I definitely couldn't lean forward. She took pleasure in seeing me struggle. She stood looking down at me once I had managed to comply with her command.

"Good boy," was all she said as she produced a leather hood from behind her back. As she slid the hood over the top of my head I noticed the pointy ears and long nose of it. She buckled it on. I truly was her pet now. The smell of leather was intoxicating as she clasped the leash to my collar.

She produced a bowl of water and commanded me to drink from it; "Lap it up like my good little doggy."

It wasn't my thing but I did as I was told. My only desire was to please her.

She walked me around the apartment by my leash. Forcing me to heel by her side like the good little bitch she was making me.

We stopped at the ottoman near the foot of the bench. She sat that perfect ass of hers down on the sofa and leaned those magnificent tits into me as she unclipped my leash and unbuckled the mask. I could smell her perfume and feel the warmth of her. It made me instantly hard again.

"And now you'll sit there like a good slave and serve your Mistress the tribute that you brought. I'll have that drink you offered to take me out for."

She reached over to the end table next to her and opened the ice bucket. The agave I had brought was there, along with a highball glass. She took a single cube out of the bucket and leaned back, arching into the air as she traced her nipples with it, first one, then the other.

My cock became so hard I thought it would burst as I sat there in my stupor and silence. She placed the cube in the glass and held it out to me. I fumbled clumsily at the seal on the bottle. Finally, it relented but not before making me look like an idiot. Not the suave impression I was dreaming of. I covered the cube of ice just barely.

At least I knew how to do that correctly, and she thanked me for it as she leaned back and placed her foot on my thigh. The other foot she raised and pressed against my chest, slowly sliding it down my chest as she told me she had a fondness for foot worship.

She lowered her toes to my hard cock and I groaned under the ecstasy of her touch.

"Now show me how you worship me." She commanded as she raised her beautifully manicured toes to my face.

I took her calf in my hand and lowered my head to place a soft kiss on her big toe. I continued kissing up to her ankle and back down again. I opened my lips around her toe and let it slowly slide into my mouth as I encircled it lightly, teasingly with my tongue. A moan escaped her throat. My cock leapt up into me in a spasm of joy. I increased the pressure and sucked her toe as I pulled away. It was course but not salty as I expected. Feet are not my thing but her ecstasy as I kissed and sucked her toes definitely was. I was unbelievably turned on as she fed me her other foot. We locked gazes as I worshipped at her feet, licking along the arch, kissing her ankle, licking and kissing her Achilles tendon at the same time.

She pushed me back onto my heels with her other foot on my chest as she praised me. Catching a glimpse at her crotch as I leaned back, I nearly came at the sight of the glistening moistness leaking out from under her thong and down the crack of her ass.

"Lie back on the table again, legs in the air." She commanded.

She untied the leash from the hook and slowly slid it out of my ass as she told me that she had a special treat in store for me.

"I've been storing this treat up for you and now that you've been so good, it's time for Mistress to deliver. Follow me."

She lead; I followed closely behind, as close as I dared, as she climbed the stairs with me in tow. Her ass, hovering right in front of my face, swaying back and forth in its muscular perfection. My cock throbbed with every sway of her hips. My mouth watered.

We entered the bathroom close, heated, my knees weak. She commanded me to remove her wet thong. I could see the glistening dew of her juices cling to it as I slid it down her lithe, muscular legs. The scent of her was intoxicating.

"Get in the tub and sit as if taking a bath."

She strode in over the top of me and pushed her perfectly sculpted ass into my face.

"You may worship it now."

My hands slid down her hips as my lips pressed into her firm ass cheeks. The smooth, warm feel of her elegant skin under the pressure of my fingers was divine.

Then, my surprise was delivered. A warm stream shot onto my balls and cock. She let out a light moan as she released the built-up pressure of her overfull bladder on me. My hands dug into her lithe flesh. It wasn't something I was into but I couldn't help but be turned on at having her in my hands at long last, no matter the circumstance.

She finished and rinsed herself off as I lavished in the glow of her attention.

She turned, stepped out and wrapped herself in a plush towel. "Join me downstairs when you are cleaned up. I have more in store for you yet, Slave."

"Yes, thank you, Mistress", was all I could mutter.

My mind was racing as I showered off. "Is this really happening? Did I just have one of the hottest women I know piss all over me? Did I just spend a half hour bound to a hook in my ass? My God! She is so damn gorgeous and sexy that I would do anything for her. This can't be real."

My head kept spinning as I towelled myself off. What could be in store next?!

I could hear her fussing about as I crept my naked self down the stairs. She met me at the landing, blindfold in hand. I barely had a glimps of her new leather outfit as she slid the silk around my head and over my eyes. Black leather straps surrounded and enhanced her already perfect breasts. Her scent permeated my nostrils. Her heat drew me into lustful desire. Her touch engorged me once again. I was blind now but my flesh vibrated with anticipation.

She led me to the table once again and gently laid me down. A hard leather pillow propped behind my head.

She was off to my side, fiddling with something. The rattle of metal buckles. Was she dressing or undressing?

Her hand touched my side. A finger ran lightly across my chest. My flesh raised in excitement. She saw my nipples harden and twisted one with a cruel giggle.

"You're all mine now, pet. I think I will feed you. Remember... 'octopi,' and I will stop."

My nipples got even harder as the perverted possibilities swam through my brain.

Her finger slid up under my chin, across my face and then she grabbed me by the hair and turned my head toward her. Her thigh resting against my limp arm. I slid my hand up along her leg and grabbed a warm handful of her ample ass cheek.

Then I felt it. She slapped the side of my face with her heavy, solid, latex cock.

"Show me how good you are. I want to see you swallow it." She said.

I obliged her and opened my mouth. She wasn't gentle. She was possessed now. She pushed it in. It wasn't any small little starter-size cock. This things was big and she was relentless. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into my throat. I gasped and gagged, drool running down my face and chin.

"Choke on it, you little bitch."

I choked on it. My eyes burned as she pulled it out for me to breathe, then pushed it in deeper. Choking, gagging, spitting, drooling, I was thinking I couldn't take much more when she finally relented. She pulled back and slapped my soaking wet face with her dripping tool. I wasn't going to relent. I committed not to use the safe word. It was a challenge now.

"Good boy. Now tuck those knees up to your chest."

I lay on my back, knees tucked up, bare, shaven balls hanging down to my exposed asshole. She lubed me up thoroughly, inside and out with her two fingers. She slapped the head of her lubed cock on my balls. Then without a word I felt her start to enter me.

"This cock is even bigger than yours. Can you take it all?" She thrust it into me without waiting for my reply.

"Yes, Mistress, please give it all to me!" She had already buried herself to the balls before I had finished my plea. She was rough and it hurt. I knew I was going to feel it the next day but I didn't care. I was consumed with lust. I needed this. I needed to feel her inside me ramming across my prostate. With every stroke I could feel the pressure build. I could feel the precum being pumped out of me. She knew exactly where to hit as she angled every stroke like the pro ass fucker she was. I could feel the orgasm building. Was I actually going to be able to cum from just this exquisite pounding alone?

"I want you to stroke your cock for me Slut!"

I eagerly complied, stroking, begging her to fuck me harder. She slammed into me, balls slapping against my ass, as I writhed in pleasure, arching my back up to meet her.

I came long and hard, spewing all over my chest, hitting myself in the chin with my massive load. I collapsed inwardly, exhausted as she slid out of me at the same time scooping up my cum with her crop.

"Open your mouth, my little fuck puppet."

I obeyed as she fed me my own spunk, rolling it around on my tongue for her. She purred at my obedience.

Suddenly I could feel her mood change. She pulled off the mask and threw a towel at me, commanding me to clean up the mess that I'd made of myself.

She walked over to the end table and poured another tequila as she watched me, sipping it disdainfully as I cleaned up.

"Now get dressed."

Again I obeyed, but reluctantly this time. I never wanted to leave her. I only wanted to serve her.

"Gather your things and return to your life, my delightful slave."

She kissed me deeply and sent me on my way in a lucid dream, high on the experience of a lifetime, longing for our next encounter...