Mistress Ellen

Mistress Ellen. Part One.

Just over twenty years ago, at the age of forty-nine, I returned from a year in Australia, where I had become the submissive of choice to a professional Dominatrix. It started as an ideal relationship for both, but went downhill after the first eight months due to differences we couldn't sort out. We parted as a mutual decision, and I returned to England.

Soon after I returned I was lucky enough to be offered to house sit for a friend, who was going to New Zealand for four months. So in the February I had a two bedroomed cottage to swan around in. I'd found a job in a local pub, and even managed to get an old computer online. Back then, with no social media to scroll through for like minded kinksters, it wasn't as easy to find what I was looking for.

Eventually I found a site that was for BDSM personals, now defunct due to social media, and began a search for a new Mistress. There were all the usual hits and misses, genuine people, and a lot who were just sitting behind their keyboards. I put up my own personal profile, with a photo, and after a while I was contacted by a potential Mistress, and began the slow process of getting to know each other via the site, then emails, and texts. I still had no idea what she really looked like, no photographs, and a vague description in her profile, Mistress Ellen, 40's, petite, red haired, and not much else. I liked how she came across, strict, but with a sense of humour, and we were compatible in many areas outside of Female Domination, and BDSM. It was a promising start.

I am on the South Coast of England, whilst she was in Hampshire, about eighty miles away, so any meetings were not going to be that easy, I had no vehicle so it would mean public transport. That was all about to change.

I received a text from her late on a Saturday night, telling me to set my alarm for 06.00, on the Sunday. She knew I needed to be at work by midday, and she didn't elaborate why. I replied with a 'yes mistress', and went to bed about midnight, wondering about the early alarm.

At 06.00 Sunday, my alarm goes off and I'm awake immediately, still wondering what was the reason for being awake four hours before normal. At 06.10 my phone rang, it was Ellen. When I answered I could hear gulls calling in the background, which didn't register at first, I live in a seaside town, it's normal. She asked me if I was fully awake. When I affirmed that I was wide awake, she told me to come downstairs, open the front door and leave it on the latch, Then to go back to the bedroom, strip, and lay flat on the floor, facing away from the door, with my eye closed. My heart jumped, my cock sprang to attention, and I was in two minds to do as she asked. Was I about to admit a stranger into my friends house, someone I'd only ever emailed and messaged? Well, yes, I've always been a calculated risk taker, so I did as she asked.

I returned to the bedroom, I was already naked, lay on the floor and closed my eyes, heart beating quickly, erection pressing uncomfortably into the rug. I heard the front door close, and then footsteps across the wooden floor in the living room, it sounded like the tapping of stiletto heels as they made there way up the wooden stairs. I was excited, but a little nervous to say the least,

The footsteps stopped at the bedroom door. I could smell a delightful musky scent, her perfume, leafy, warming. 'Hands behind your back' her soft, cultured voice ordered me. I complied. A quick snap and handcuffs were in place, my hands firmly secured. I heard a rustle of fabric, sensed her moving, then she placed a thick, black, cotton bag over my head, and secured it with a cord around my neck, not too tight, but enough to prevent easy removal of the bag.

'That's better, good boy' she said with a light laugh,' I love obedience from my subbies.'

'Of course Mistress' I replied, and was about to say more when she interrupted with a curt ' shut up, and stay that way, or I'm leaving. Understand?'

I nodded, I was terrified of her walking out.

' I haven't got long this morning, but I wanted to look at you, see if you were what you said you were. So far so good.' She laughed, quietly ' but I'm going to test you little as well. Up on your knees,' she ordered.

I raised myself off the floor, which wasn't easy with my hands cuffed behind my back, my aching cock springing to full mast now it was released from the rug. She walked around me, her perfume filling my nose, she smelt wonderful.

She tapped my erection with a shoe, then a few harder ones on my balls, which made me flinch. That light laugh again, ' I see you told the truth about that' she said, once again tapping my cock. My cock is larger than average, without being huge, I've had no complaints it the past. She sounded pleased.

She grabbed my nipples with her sharp nails. I gasped at the sudden pain, an received a slap across my face. 'Be quiet, take it.' She sounded angry.

She applied more pressure to my nipples, I winced, and clamped my mouth tightly shut. 'That's better,' she said as she let them go, 'you'll learn. Your nipples are tiny, they need a lot of manipulation to make them grow, you can do that yourself, whilst you're having a wank, thinking of me'. This time she laughed loudly, she was enjoying the thought. I was enjoying the thought too.

I heard her sit on the bed, and old wooden one which tended to creek when sat on. I turned to face her, I couldn't see her, but I sensed where she was.

'Come closer.' I shuffled forward. She placed a hand my head and gently pushed. 'Down.' she ordered me. My bent forward until my mouth connected with one of her shoes. 'Lick it.' I went to work with my tongue, she knew I had a passion for shoes and feet. I worked my way around her shoe, the heel was indeed a stiletto, much to my satisfaction. I licked the heel up and down, she didn't raise her foot so I couldn't suck on it as I would have wished. 'The other one.' She said quietly, whilst replacing one foot with the other. I repeated my efforts on her other foot, she still didn't raise it from the floor.

After a while she bade me stop and pulled my head up gently by my hair. ' I'm pleased with you. So far,' she said warmly, 'so I'm letting you have a little reward before I go'. She reached behind me and undid the cuffs, followed by untying the cord around my neck and raised the bag a little so I could only see down. 'You are going to wank over my shoes, and then clean up your mess. Understand? ' I nodded, cock almost bursting. 'Any attempt to see more than my shoes and it ends, OK?' I nodded again.

'Begin.'

I eagerly grassed my throbbing cock and began wanking it. I'm not circumcised, but I was so hard my foreskin had drawn right back, rubbing me of the friction I usually enjoyed. I looked down and saw a pair of dark green stiletto shoes, no platforms, encasing a pair of delicate feet. A size four I discovered later. I could see the bottom half of her legs, nicely shaped, and sun tanned to a light brown. Heaven.

It didn't take very long before I came over both shoes, uttering a huge groan of relief as I splattered her.

'Oh well done,' she laughed ' you were ready for that,' she laughed again, 'clean them.'

Once more I bent forward and began to clean my sperm off her shoes, a task I'm happy with as I've often tasted my own cum, either wanking into my hand, eating out a partners cunt and arse, and on a couple of occasions swallowing another man's cum. It's all good.

Eventually I'd cleaned her shoes to her satisfaction. She pulled down the bag completely again. I felt her raise from the bed, the she ordered my to lay across the bed, I complied. I heard her rustling something, then she said, 'I have to go. I'm pleased with you, and I will be in touch. Don't try to contact me, I'll contact you. I want you to masturbate daily whilst thinking of me. I want you to swallow your cum. And, lastly, you are to remain as you are for ten minutes after I leave. Do you understand?'

I nodded. Knowing I would move at the first opportunity.

She lent over and pressed something into my mouth, silky, smelling of her, a pair of her knickers, it was actually a tiny thong. As I was eagerly sucking on her underwear, she was up and off, closing the bedroom door behind her. I heard her quickly go downstairs, across the living room and heard the front door close behind her.

I leapt up from the bed, tearing off the bag over my head, fumbled with the bedroom door and rushed to a window overlooking the street, nothing, not a soul in sight. Then I spotted a green sports car pull out of a parking space and head off down the street. Too far away to see who was driving, but I had a pretty good guess.

I went back to bed, lay there with my head in a whirl thinking about, and remembering what had just happened, and, hopefully, what was going to happen in the future. I stuffed her thong back into my mouth, grabbed my erect cock, and started wanking furiously, whilst squeezing, and twisting my nipples with my free hand. I came in less than a minute, into my hand, and swallowed it all as she had commanded.

It was just after 07.00, I was due at work in just under five hours, and I drifted off to sleep again, dreaming of Mistress Ellen, holding her thong close to my mouth, inhaling her scent, wishing, hoping, that one day I'd be allowed to go eat her cunt and her arse.

To be continued