A Second Encounter

Another annoying buzz of the phone in my hip pocket: a new text.

TARA

Friday at 3pm, same place. Do not disappoint.

I nearly dropped my phone.

It had been almost 6 months since I had heard from her and she just drops this bomb on me? Our last encounter left me literally quivering in my boots after she had dismissed me. It was understood that it was to be a one way relationship. She would summon me, and I would answer. I was never to initiate contact with her. I had wanted to over and over again. It had been days of torture waiting for her to call that turned into weeks. The yearning faded and I disheartedly gave up after a couple months. I down spiraled thinking I had done something wrong. Not knowing why ate away at me, a rare case of self doubt, until I finally just gave up on ever seeing her again. I was crushed, but eventually even that faded. Now this?

Of course I was going, that was never a question, the big question was whether I should keep holding out? I hadn't cum in over a week and this was another four days away. If I held out now, would I be able to control myself when I saw her? Should I empty the tank now and be totally in control later? I decided to risk it and let the tension build. She was going to challenge me both mentally and physically anyway, why not enjoy the build-up and allow my horny thoughts to wonder into the dark places that I imagined she'd take me. I could feel myself getting hard as I remembered our last encounter, the way my reservations melted into desire to please her. I remembered every curvy of that delicious, bronzed body, her flawless skin, that toned, hard ass, her firm, polished abs, the solid, natural breasts, and I felt a little precum leak into my boxers when I thought of that moist, gleaming pussy in front of me. I had to stop thinking of her or I was going to have to grab my dick right there under the desk at work. I snapped back to my senses and leaned back into my job. Time to deal with these mundane emails.

Friday arrived at last. Work was busy and I had to scramble to get out of there. I still had to squeeze in a shower, some food and a run to the liquor store for what I assumed she would appreciate again, a nice bottle of anejo. I knew nothing of tequila except for the bad experiences of a college youth that took too many trips to TJ while at university in Southern Cal. I selected what I thought looked to be a good one. So the Casamigos and I arrived all dolled up and ready to play at 2:50. We waited until 3 to send the text announcing our presence, not daring to be impertinant.

No reply.

Then the door opened just a crack and a long, elegant hand slithered out of the darkness and pointed that perfectly manicured finger at me that then curled, beckoning me in.

"God damn it!"

I was hard again so fast I nearly broke my dick standing up from my car seat where I had been sitting outside her door. I grabbed the anejo and tried to make my way forward as cool as possible but my heart was racing so hard I felt like a fidgeting fool. I stepped through the entry and calmly closed the door behind me with a click.

My eyes took a bit to adjust to the dim lighting as the candles flickered from the breeze of my entrance. The musky smell of something intoxicating was just barely discernible, maybe sandalwood and vanilla?

She came into focus in a glorious image of feminine sensuality. Her hair was always the first thing I noticed. She had it loose and flowing down over her shoulders in auburn waves that I wanted to reach out and swim my hands through. She must have spent the summer in the sun. Her deep bronze skin blended in with the form fitting bronze leather wrapping her body tightly enough to lift her already conspicuous breasts into a display that demanded to be stared at in awe. Thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels that lifted her average height to a moderately tall level in a way that was anything but average. The sight of her made time itself stop. My heart stopped. My brain stopped. My breathing stopped. My cock did not stop. I could feel it throbbing down my pant leg in an uncomfortable bind that brought me back to my senses.

"Good afternoon Mistress." was all I could muster as I presented the bottle with both arms outstretched and my head bowed to take in her amazingly toned legs.

"Very well done. How is my favorite pet? I've missed you."

I continued drinking her in as she turned and set the bottle down on the end table. The view of her sculpted ass was almost too much to bear as the bottom of her cheeks poked out from under her short leather skirt.

I was already undoing my boot laces, awkwardly, when she beckoned.

"Don't just stand in the entryway gawking. Bring that body over here and reveal it to me as you should."

"As you wish Mistress. I've missed you terribly." was my reply as I walked over to her, next to that familiar, sturdy, leather bench with the leather bindings open and ready. I stripped off my shirt as I went.

She brought the crop up under my chin as I arrived next to her, half naked. She looked approvingly and gave a growling sneer as she looked from my navel up directly into my eyes. Then she put a sharp manicured nail under my chin and slapped the crop up between my legs.

She sneered; "And the rest? I can see something hidden in there that wants to be free." as she tapped the head of my raging hard cock through my pants.

I undid the buckle of my belt, undid the button, carefully unzipped the fly and let the constraining trousers fall to the floor. My unrestrained boner poked out the bottom of my satin boxers and lifted the leg of them as if asking; "is it time to come out and play?"

She laughed. "Eager isn't he?!"

I gave a sheepish and innocent grin as I shrugged my shoulders. "What can I do? You're very presence is all the motivation needed."

"What can you do? You can get those sexy fucking boxers off so we can address this issue is what you can do!"

I did as I was told. The boxers fell to the floor and I stepped out of both them and my trousers as my rigid hard-on stood up proud against my belly.

She circled me, inspecting every square inch of her toy as she ran the tip of the crop lightly over my skin. I stood there still as a soldier under inspection, face forward, but eyes sneaking naughty sidelong glances at every opportunity, as the goosebumps raised on my flesh wherever she touched. She stood next to me, her shoulder to my arm, and raised herself up on her toes to purr in my ear.

"So smooth, so silky, and so hairless... you may yet become my favorite pet Darling."

SNAP! She slapped my hard cock visciously with the crop. Then again but not as hard: snap, snap, snap squarely on the frenulum, making me moan.

I jolted a little from the surprise of the first strike but regained my composure again quickly before the others. It had quickly regained my attention from the dream of being her favorite pet.

She purred in my ear again then walked around in front of me trailing the crop forward from the crack of my ass to my balls and then letting it trail off and fall as she walked to the other end of the massage table.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. She struck the leather of the table loudly.

"Now bring that tight little ass over here and we'll deal with that impertinent friend of yours."

I sheepishly bowed my head as I humbly slunk my way over to her and sat on the bench before her, eyes right at her chest level. She pushed me back with the end of her crop in the middle of my bare chest.

"Now lay back and behave yourself."

The smell and feel of the warm, firm leather was familiar and relaxing. I was starting to remember the last time I was here as she bound my balls and cock tightly together with a silk rope, around and around my ball sack over and over, stretching them down farther and farther with each wrap. Everything was bound and stretched as far as possible when she wrapped her hand around and gave them a good tug.

"There, that will keep them in line. Now, to deal with you. You've been such a good, obedient pet."

She took a step back and started undoing the buttons of her leather top working her way down slowly, a little more of her ample cleavage spilling out with each one, until finally it came open and freed those most incredible natural breasts. She let it fall to the floor with a solid thud. Her breasts jutted out as she reached around behind herself with both hands and undid her skirt, letting it fall also.

My mouth watered. She stood there in nothing but her boots.

"Thank you for sharing your beauty with me Mistress."

"Oh don't be silly. I rid myself of those ridiculous trappings for me more than for you. Now come here."

I sat being careful of my low hanging, tightly wrapped balls.

"You may unzip and remove these, slowly and reverently."

She placed a sharp pointed toe under my balls when she lifted her leg, steadying herself on the back of the chair beside her dtanding on just yhe other leg. Then she lifted it up toward me until the spiked heel pushed into my tight, darkening balls.

I took the heel of her boot in my hand and reached my rather long arm out to grasp the top of the zipper at her thigh and slid it down in a smooth motion all the way to her ankle, looking her in the eyes the whole time. I reached up again and ran my hand inside the top of the boot and around the the underside of her leg and slid down that velvety smooth skin, to the backside of her knee, and down over her calf, stopping at the ankle and prying it down and off as I lifted it free with the other hand. Remembering how she adored her feet being worshipped I risked a kiss on her big toe.

She let out a slight moan. "Yes my pet, you certainly are working toward becoming my favorite."

She traded legs and we repeated the same exercise on her right side until she at last stood before me in all her glory. No sooner than she had gained her balance than she pushed me back on the bench.

"Now roll over, face down, and prepare to receive your reward. You've been a good boy. You came when you were summoned, without complaint. You brought a marvelous tribute. You've done everything I've asked and more."

The entire time she spoke my mind raced. What would it be? The same hook as last time? More of the crop? I felt the warm oil pour over my back but it somehow didn't flow like oil. It was thicker.

"Now just lay quietly as I reward you."

Her hands were firm and strong as she wrapped them around my ankles. They continued gripping tightly, digging in her thumbs as they slid up, over my calves, over my knees. She worked them up and down my calves several times but when she got to my buttocks I tensed.

SMACK! Across my ass cheek.

"I told you to lay there and relax!" She giggled.

I remebered the hook from last time and expected to feel that cold steel at any moment. She worked my butt over and my lower back, and my butt again and then to my upper back. The cold steel hook never came. It was torture waiting for it, desiring it, almost craving it. It never came. The massage though, oh the massage was devine. She said she had been a licensed masseuse at one point before going into hospitality at the hotel, and it showed.

"Now turn over."

I gladly did as I was told, being the good pet that I am.

"Oh my! I forgot about him!"

My balls and cock were still trussed up in her wrappings. She immediately started unwrapping them. I winced with every coil that she undid as the blood rushed back in painfully, turning them from dark purple back to dark red as they reawakened.

"You poor thing!" It sounded purposefully insincere.

"It's a good thing he relaxed along with you or you'd be in even more pain."

She dropped the rope to the floor carelessly and reached for the bottle of oil, pouring a judicious amount over her breasts as she bouyed them up with one arm, and poured with the other. She rubbed herself down fully, in a writhing display that engorged my aching genitals yet again. She stood at my feet, spreading my legs as she climbed onto the bench, staring me in the eyes and stalking up over me like a cat eyeing its prey. Then, the body glides. She pressed her well oiled breasts to my thighs and slid herself up my body while staring me straight in the eyes. My eyes must have rolled back a little as my raging hard cock slid between those amazing tits because she instantly lit up with a huge shit eating grin like a cat that had just swallowed a canary. She kept coming, nipples hard now and pressed firmly against my tingling flesh as she slid closer. She ran her chest up to mine and stopped, uttering her growling purr as she started to slide back and forth. Her lips were inches from my lips. I could feel her heated breath against my face as she slid up and down, back and forth. The landing strip to her well oiled pussy scratched just enough to let me know her pussy was right there, grinding into my hip, sliding down over my thigh and up again, never touching my desperately longing cock. I swore I could feel her mound getting hotter against me, super heating the oil that lubricated our entangled bodies. Her strong, toned, smooth, thigh rubbed over my cock and slippery balls making me utter an uncontrollable moan. At this, she locked eyes with me and slid down, in reverse. Her abs across my cock as it tried to stab up and into her, between those perfect tits again, then she stopped to look down at the purple, flared head as it came poking up through her cleavage.

"Mmmmm..." was all she muttered as she looked back up at me.

I allowed myself the fantasy of her taking it between her lips. She must have sensed it, she knew the thoughts running around behind my half closed, entranced eyes, because she stood up immediately. I'm not even sure how she managed it. One second staring me down with the head of my cock at her throat, the next standing next to the bench like a gymnast after a perfect vault. She reached behind her without ever taking her eyes off me, and produced the crop.

SLAP! Right on my hard cock. I bit my lower lip. I almost came.

"You couldn't think that you've been that deserving did you? You naughty thing you! You'll get what I decide you've earned and you certainly haven't earned that... Not yet. Now stand."

As always, I did as I was told.

"Now follow me. Your Mistress has been saving something up for you which you quite enjoyed last time."

I was pretty certain I knew what she was alluding to. I had gone along with it as a new experience the last time but I honestly wasn't that into it. What I was into was worshipping that ass, so I went along again, following that delicious lure up, step by step, as she accentuated the swing of her hips to tease me. I was no better than a trophy marlin chasing an irresistible bait, about to be hooked and played and boated and ended, but I couldn't help myself. I willingly charged forward.

"Now climb in the tub as if taking a bath. We haven't got all day. I've been holding out for hours!"

I could see a little desperation creeping in as she turned on the hot water. No sooner had I sat down on the cold porcelain than she was over me, ass in my face, and a warm stream shooting out with impressive force onto my balls and cock. I couldn't restrain myself. That ass was too much. I grabbed her forcefully by her oiled hips and pulled a large bite of her ass cheek into my mouth, playfully, lightly biting it. She moaned.

"Harder." She said softly.

I obliged and bit down a little harder. She moaned again and pushed back into my face. Then pulled away. I kissed the spot where I could see the slight impression of my teeth remaining. I continued kissing and sucking all over that perfect ass, one cheek and then the other, all the while massaging her hips with my fingers.

She stepped away with some reluctance and regained her composure quickly, rinsing herself off. She stepped out and grabbed herself a towel, drying off as she spoke.

"Clean yourself off and return to me downstairs. I hadn't realized those fingers were so strong. We're going to put them to use, then as a reward... I may return the favor. But we'll see how good they are first."

When I came down the stairs, she was there waiting for me, laying on the massage table, face down ass covered under a half draped sheet just like she was at a spa.

"Now put those strong fingers to work." was all she said in a soft, muffled voice from within the headrest.

Not what I was hoping for exactly but I still had hope for what it may lead to. I do give a good massage, and she got my best. I started at her lower back with my thumbs along her spine and pushed down with my all my upper body weight as I ran my wide spread hands up her entire back, feeling for tight knots.

She purred; "There's warm oil in the bottle on the end table."

I dribbled a liberal amount down her spine.

"Easy now, that stuff's expensive." She giggled.

"Nothing is too expensive for this body." I replied as I repeated the same motions with my hands searching for any problem spots. It was hard to tell. Her taught muscles were so well toned that I couldn't decide if it was all knotted up or she was just extremely fit. It didn't really matter I guess. I was going to work over every square centimeter she would let me. And she seemed more than willing to let me. I worked over her back for what seemed like an eternity. My hands were starting to ache and burn when I changed my position from stradling her perfect pillow of an ass to a spot standing next to her where I could work on those marvelous glutes. A slight moan was my only indication that she was even conscious. When I started in on her right ass cheek she seemed to awaken a bit more, the sounds of pleasure became a little more emphatic. I moved to the left buttock and got a good look at her tight little butthole and pussy as I worked her cheeks apart. My already hard cock jumped. I think she sensed it. She moaned and purred as she rolled over and sat up looking up at me. She placed that manicured fingernail up under my chin and leaned in close as she stared in my eyes. She stopped just a hair's width away, lips almost touching lips, and whispered:

"You really missed your calling in life. Now I think it's time my fingers reward you."

She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine passionately, hard, and then pulled away, leaving me dumbstruck. The animal in me stirred with arousal but I composed myself as I caught my balance against the bench.

"Now, I had some gloves here someplace... Lay down again, face up, knees bent. I want to see that ass of yours again."

Once again, I did as I was told. She had found her gloves, long, black latex. She was wiggling in her fingers and rolling them up her wrist. They went just up to her elbows.

"Now my fingers are all ready to massage you... Last time, you took a good sized toy so well. How many of my fingers do you think you can manage?"

My brain shorted out again for a moment as I looked at her latex gloved fingers wiggling around in the air between my knees.

"Oh, nevermind. We're going to find out anyway."

"Probably all five." I said. "You're hands are small."

This was the first break in her composure I had ever seen. She physically stopped dead in her tracks and gazed at me with a shocked, quizzical look as she raised an eyebrow.

"Really?! Now I'm feeling challenged. You should probably be more careful My Pet. We are about to find out."

She poured oil all down her upraised glove and then lowered it down, spreading it all over my balls, my ass crack, and then my outrageously hard cock, stroking it up and down, moaning and writhing as she did, until I moaned and writhed in return. Then she slid the hand down, over my balls, just her index finger down my taint, pressing as she went slowly toward my eagerly awaiting asshole. She traced that finger around the rim teasingly, and then suddenly slid it right in. She was standing next to me now and she lowered her head toward mine. Her bare, oiled breasts hanging down as she brought her finger up into my prostate.

My back arched, my head rolled back, I moaned loud and long as she worked the oil around. And then a second finger, twisting, spreading, pushing, up to the knuckle, and out again. Then a third. I continued to arch my back and moan as she worked me open.

"Oh my, you may be right my dirty little pet. Shall I make you my fuck puppet?"

"Oh yes please Mistress. Please use me." was all I could mutter through my ecstasy.

She did. She folded her fourth finger in with the others and started pushing slowly. This was more of a stretch and she took her time letting me open up to her. She twisted back and forth and added more oil. I relaxed and let her in.

"There we go. That's four. Now to get you nice and stretched out. Just relax my little pet. Soon I'll have my whole hand inside you like the fuck puppet you want to be."

Her fingers twisted and pushed in and out and around and around, slowly entering just a little more each time, until I felt her knuckles enter me. She sunk her hand in up to her thumb and I groaned with the pleasure of feeling her tight up against my P spot.

"Oh yes, yes." I groaned at every twist as her knuckles rolled over that delightful pressure point.

"Damn, that ass is just gobbling my hand up like a starving pet."

Her thumb folded in now as she pulled out a little to get it in place and then she just pushed. I felt my ass stretch and flare and resist and then suddenly give way.

"Ooohhhh!" I nearly yelled as her entire hand slid in to me and my ass tightened, pulling her in to her well oiled wrist. My breath came in gasps as precum came leaking out of my swollen, hard cock.

"Oh yes, fist me! Fist my hungry asshole! Use me as your fuck puppet!"

She obliged. Twisting around, in and out just an inch, pressing my prostate with her thumb at each rotation. Then two inches in and out. Then three, opening me up. Then four, she was fucking me with her hand now.

Suddenly she stopped. She had moved herself around between my legs during this. I looked down as my breathing became more regular, her hand still inside me. She was watching my face the whole time.

"Not yet my pet. You're not going to cum just yet."

She flared her fingers out inside me and then folded them together and slowly started to pull. My ass tightened reflexively.

"Wait, wait wait!" I breathed and then relaxed. "Twist just a little."

She did and her hand slid out of me in a sigh of relief.

"Whew." I felt a bead of sweat run down my temple. I hadn't realized that I broken a sweat from the thrill and exertion. I breathed, focusing on just breathing normally again.

"And now I'm going to reward you for being such a good fuck pet. I know you've been wanting this."

She turned around as she straddled me, ass to my face.

"Now put that tongue to work."

She sat back and buried my nose in her asshole as she smothered my mouth with her dripping wet pussy. Oh my God! I was in heaven!

I thrust my tongue forward eagerly splitting the smooth, soft lips of her delicious pussy. I lifted my head to put my tongue on her clit hood and suck it into my mouth. I pressed my tongue into her clit and drank the juices that seeped out of her wet hole into my waiting mouth.

"Oohhhh..." She groaned while I worked up and down her labia, one then the other, stopping at her clit to press my tongue on it and wiggle it about before running it back up to her taint.

She took my aching cock and started stroking it up and down against her oiled boots. Her oiled latex gloves gripping and loosening, tight then loose, up and down against one tit, and then the other.

My tongue worked up and down her pussy. Her hand worked up and down my cock. We worked each other in unison like practiced dance partners in a Tango. She started riding my tongue, grinding into me as she groaned with pleasure. I moaned in ecstacy as her grip tightened. I sucked her clit until it swelled between my lips. She stroked harder.

"Cum for me! Do it! Cum all over my tits! Give me that hot load all over my hard nipples!" She was nearly yelling as she came on my mouth.

I arched my back and came hard, rope after rope of sticky hot cum all over her tits and hand. She moved my cock from one tit to the other as I unloaded, making certain they got full coverage as the creamy juices flowed out of her pussy in convulsion after convulsion.

She turned around on top of me with strained agility and stuck her dripping hard nipple in my mouth.

"There, clean that off."

She didn't bother with the other before collapsing on me in a slick pile of flesh covered in cum, oil and sweat. I wrapped my arms around her. I felt her go limp, as I went limp and we lay there, just breathing in the silence, the smell of our sex lingering in the air. I relaxed.

She aroused first. I could easily have laid there forever. She slid up my chest and kissed me hard and deep as she peeled herself away from our now thickening mess. She grabbed a towel and wiped off, then threw it at me. I wiped down as she was talking.

"Go, shower upstairs. I'll shower down here. Then I have one more task for you."

"Why don't we just shower together?"

"Haven't I given you quite enough today?! Go, do as your told, and think about what I may have for you to do."

"Yes Mistress."

I sulkily made my way up the stairs, pouting like a child as I went. My mind raced. What in the fuck could she possibly have for me after all that!? A wind down massage? Yes, that must be it.

I showered off and went back down. She was just getting out of the shower in the other room. I noticed the Anejo, two tumblers and an ice bucket on the table. I put a cube in each glass and poured two fingers for each of us. Four fingers... my mind went back to that moment and I physically melted a little as I sat back in the chair, still naked as the day I was born.

The tequila was warm and delightful as I brought it to my lips. She walked out just then, wrapped in a plush, deep green bath robe looking radiant and freshly fucked.

"Well, do make yourself at home, but do put some clothes on please."

"Oh, sorry. Okay." So much for the warm down... "I poured you a glass there on the table."

I got dressed, resuming my sulky, pouting countenance.

"I see that. Very perceptive of you to take my hint." She picked up the glass and took a single, dainty sip. I caught her little finger sticking out as I watched her from the corner of my eye. I thought about making a comment but the filter kicked in just in time to save my ass, this time. I just smiled wryly.

"Now to your task. My friend Em is flying in on Monday morning from Hawaii. I have to work on Monday. You are to be her entertainment for the afternoon. You will pick her up at her B&B at 1:00. You will take her to lunch. And then, you are hers to do with as she pleases."

"Wait, who is this Em woman?"

"Questions? Did I say there could be questions?"

"Well no, but..."

She cut me off. "She is a friend I met from massage school years ago. That is all I'm telling you about it. Will you?"

"Of course I will. You know I will."

"Good. I'm going to fill her in with all your details. She's going to know every little perverted detail about you when you meet her, and you, you will know nothing. She will text you her address on Monday morning."

She had turned cold and dismissive at me questioning her, but she sat down and the warmth returned to her eyes.

"Now, come sit and let's share a drink before saying goodbye."