We'd spoken for weeks, one of those someone, told someone, told someone that I
wanted to talk about this. I didn't understand what I was feeling, I just knew
that the hair on my neck stood up when I heard about it. She had been wonderful,
not entirely what I expected. She was concerned, patient, and comforting. After
all the discussion she finally agreed to meet. I arrived promptly at 9. She
stresses that promptness was not an option. Actually I arrived about 20 minutes
early, but I sat in the car until 2 minutes till 9 and then went to the door.
She asked me not to wear anything special, just to be comfortable in. I chose my
customary nice T-shirt, my best pair of faded jeans, and my favorite Docksiders.
Her front porch was dimly, although adequately lit, and in the foyer just beyond
the stained glass of the door, I could see candles. Suddenly I felt quite
underdressed and completely ill prepared. My stomach churned and I was face to
face with my doubts of whether or not I was really ready for all of this. I
knocked on the door as close to the stroke of nine as I could figure, and it
took only moments for me to get a taste of what the rest of the evening was
going to be like. I stood there at the door for an eternity. It was actually
only five minutes, but I didn't dare knock again. I knew she was expecting me,
and I knew she was ready. She was making me stand outside, just beginning to
exercise that subtle control I knew she'd had for a long time now. When she did
come to the door, I was dumbfounded. I had gotten a rather vivid mental image of
what my 'mistress' was going to look like. She was about 5'9", long, flowing,
dark brown hair, and a figure like a cross between a career swimmer and a career
gymnast. Her breasts were modest, but ample. Her figure was strong and toned,
but still soft. Every step she took would be silent, perfect. When the door did
open, there stood a normally quite average woman, not a perfect body, but
wonderfully shaped. She didn't have the animal qualities I had imagined, but the
confidence and sensuality she carried could have swept me off the porch like
flood waters. I might as well have been standing in front of a Greek goddess. I
stood there with a 'deer in the headlights' look on my face. I guess I must have
physically staggered, because she allowed herself a subtle smile. She was
wearing high heels, dark stockings, and a full length crimson dress held
precariously on soft shoulders by impossibly thin spaghetti straps. She said,
"Come in Adam, it's nice to finally meet you." I didn't speak. I couldn't. She
walked away from me, completely unconcerned. I assumed I was to follow. I
smiled. Whether or not I was ready for this, I was in it. She had told me, there
wouldn't be any sex involved, although at some point I might be told (or did she
say 'allowed' to come), but if I did so without permission, I was going home and
not coming back. As we walked, I noticed that the only light in the house was by
candles, and the air was sweet with patchouli incense. I didn't know if she
prepared like this for the other people that came to her, if she did I was
impressed, if she didn't I was beyond flattered. I could only assume she did
this for all of her submissives, but I wasn't going to ask. We walked into a
large room with all the accouterments I had envisioned in a 'playroom'. There
were the usual shackles, various hooks, bolts and the like, and a very nice set
of traditional looking stocks. What struck me the most was a queen size
four-poster bed, sans headboard in a corner of the room. The thing I found
unique was the abundance of holes running the length of all four poles (I
assumed for eye-bolts). She turned around and looked at me. My felt my chest
tighten, and I just stood there looking stupid. She walked close to me and said,
"I want you to take off my dress. You can use any means you want." She walked
behind me. I felt her take my hand, and I heard the ratcheting sound I'd heard
only once before when I got hauled in for those unpaid speeding tickets. She
took my other hand, same noise. She walked back around me, "begin," she said. I
stood for a moment, pondering my situation. I was nervous about taking the
obvious tact, my teeth, fearing that she would be disappointed in a pat
response. Since I didn't have any other answers, I started as best as I could. I
walked around her and began to grab one of the straps in my teeth to slide it
off her shoulder. I must have let the tip of my teeth nicked her skin, because I
was rewarded with a resounding slap across my astonished face. I hadn't even
seen her move. "You BIT me!" her voice hardly raised, but the inflection
unmistakable, "All the time I've invested, and you're sloppy, maybe I'll just
call this whole thing off." "O god, no," was all I could reply. "I don't give
second chances, don't expect another. You had better do better this time," she
told me. I began again, in earnest, panicked that my next mistake would be my
last. This time I took the straps between my lips, making sure they weren't too
wet, or too dry. This was working really well, but I was getting high from the
smell of her skin, the perfume she had on, and feeling her skin under my lips.
My head was swimming, as I dragged the strap over her shoulder, I risked a small
kiss on her arm. Her eyes darted toward me with a 'don't think you can get away
with that again' look, but at least she didn't whack me. Maybe I was high, maybe
I was just stretching to see how far I could get. This wasn't domination, I'd
played games like this in college, with women similar to this. Finding a method
that seemed to work I continued in my task, getting absolutely no help from this
woman. The most difficult part was dragging the dress down, it was a snug fit,
magnifying every curve on her. I knelt in front of her and grabbed the dress,
just between her legs, I caught her scent, clean and sweet, it's a smell I've
always loved. I thought the veins in my neck were going to explode, I almost
buried my face in that lovely crotch, but I knew if I did, I'd be lucky to get
out alive, and I'd never hear from her again. The dress finally hit the floor,
and I looked up. Not the black lace teddy I was expecting, but plain pink silk
panties and bra, and not a spot of moisture on them. I have to admit I was
disappointed, I tried to show a little flair in my first task, evidently with no
results. I knew it wasn't because she was cold, but in complete control of
herself also. I was exhausted, My muscles were so tight you could bounce
quarters off my stomach. I had broken into a light sweat, and had a little
trouble getting up off my knees. "You did well once you got started, maybe I
won't send you home yet," she laughed. I really didn't have much to say, I
figured less is more, and I wasn't much good at Smalltalk anyway. It seemed to
be the right thing. She took off the handcuffs and told me to take off my shirt.
Once my shirt was off, she handed me a set of leather cuffs that looked like
they had been swiped from an institution for the criminally beefed-up. The
weren't large is size, but I knew from looking, that once I was in them I wasn't
getting out unless I was released. Once my wrists were in the cuffs, she led me
across the room to a corner under a cable, which was hung through a bolt in the
ceiling. I was told to walk up a series of small blocks until I could hang the
chain between the cuffs on the hook. Once secure, I walked back down the small
blocks, slowly stretching my arms overhead. By the time I got back to the real
floor, the tips of my toes were the only things that touched ground. There I
was, shirtless, stretched out like an animal ready to be cleaned. She went to a
table and picked up a leather paddle. The fear spread over my face, but I knew
that was bound to happen. The paddle landing on my ass reminded me of those
little fireworks I used to set off as a kid, not the sting, but the sound, and
it hurt. "That's not all there is, dear, I'm going to strip off those cute jeans
and see if that little butt is quite prepared to cash the check your mouth was
making on it's trip down my body. I saw the look in your eye. You knew better
but you kept up those little kisses anyway, we can't have you taking liberties
now can we?" She waited for a moment and the paddle struck again. "CAN WE?" she
shouted. "No......no," I said, meekly. "SMACK" the paddle made itself known
again, and I was damn glad I was still in my jeans, I only worried that this
rosy glow I could feel was just a sampling of what my indiscretions was going to
get me. "You will always answer with, 'Ma'am,' 'Mistress,' 'or, 'Lady', DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?" "YES...yes, Lady, I understand." With that, and not another word,
she undid my belt, and my zipper, and my pants fell to my ankles. "Slip out of
your shoes and kick those pants away," she said. "Now, I'm going to give you a
little reminder about your place here. You knew you shouldn't have been planting
those cute little kisses on me, but you did it anyway, if we're going to get
along, you must learn." I knew this was a bad thing. Now my situation had gone
from bad to worse (or was it better, at this point?). Now I was hanging from a
cable by professional shackles in nothing but my black bikini underwear. The
beating then began full swing. I lost count after 12 swats. I assume my brain
was trying to shut down from the pain. She told me I could stop this at anytime,
but she wasn't really going to test my endurance the first time, and if I did
safeword, I might get a peck on the cheek on the way out. So I held my breath
and fell into the trust I had entitled her with. My face was clenched and
pouring with sweat, although the room itself was a comfortable temperature. I
realized she had stopped, I opened my eyes, and she was standing directly in
front of me. I could feel her breath, I could feel the warmth of her sex against
my stiff prick. Her hips moved gently, then she backed away. "Well, if you feel
properly punished, we can begin." My ass was on fire. I'd never hurt like that
in my life. I wondered how I was going to drive home, and this had just gotten
started? I was trussed, naked and a thermonuclear tan on my rump, yet my only
fear was that I wouldn't please her, and I'd be gone. She moved beside me, I
felt her push something warm and soft against my ear. It surprised me at first,
but I realized it was those wax earplugs swimmers use, it covers the ear canal
without going in it, but seals out everything including sound. Before the other
plug went in she said, "all you have to do is stay as still as you can, if I
need you moved, just move where you're guided. Don't answer me, I know you
understand." I knew sound deprivation wasn't all she was going to do, and then,
as if on cue, came the blindfold. It was leather and fit snugly across the whole
top of my face, across the bridge of my nose. My nose and mouth were free, as
well as the top of my head, but my eyes and ears were completely covered. I
could feel my heart pound, and I could hear the blood rushing through my veins,
but that was all. My whole body had become an antenna. I felt something really
cold trickle down my back. I jerked and it pulled me off balance, I began to
twist around, catching myself after a nearly ninety degree turn. The paddle came
down on my raw bare ass with angry intensity, I steeled myself for another blow
but it wasn't coming. The cold dribble began again, It was ice, no doubt, and
she began rubbing little circles with it on my partially covered ass cheeks, my
legs and back twitching unconsciously. She removed it and then ran what I could
only assume from the length was a dildo made of ice up the inside of my thigh.
Again I flinched, and again the paddle sang it's song. Well, I was determined I
wasn't going to get swatted again for failing to follow instructions, so I
concentrated on keeping my toes planted. Again I waited, panting in silence,
waiting for the next swat, the next shiver, I cock was rock hard and spilling
out the side of my briefs. I felt her hands pulling my legs close together, and
she took off my bikini's My shaft sprung out slapping me on the stomach. "SHIT!"
I thought, "she said no sex! I didn't think I'd be naked." I began to
hyperventilate. She put her hands on my chest gently stroking me. I heard her
ask me through the plugs, she must have been shouting, if I wanted to stop. My
jaws were locked together and I shook my head 'no'. She kissed my chest and I
started to relax. At this point, I'd had a hard on longer than I thought as
humanly possible, and I thought I felt precum on the bottom of my shaft. She
reached down and took my aching cock in her hands and I started to groan. I knew
I was going to come as she stroked it, her hand still cold and moist from the
ice. I was completely lost. If I safeworded I was gone. If I came I was gone,
and the moment of truth was crashing down. I shouted the safeword she had given
me, and it was if time had stopped. Her hand was gone, there was no contact , my
body was shrieking with no relief, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and
I cried. I hung, my chest heaved to catch my breath and I cried. I know I hung
there for a long time, although exactly how long I didn't know. My throat ached,
my eyes burned behind the blindfold. I knew it was over and I hadn't been able
to handle it. I felt the small steps being pushed underneath my feet. I managed
to get myself down from the hook and nearly collapsed. I felt her weight under
me, wrapped in a terrycloth robe. She helped me over to the bed and laid me down
on my face. I sat up just a little and began to speak, but her finger covered my
lips, and she motioned me to lie still. She began to rub some salve or cream
into my ass and the backs of my legs where I had been so expertly stained red
from the inside. It cooled the burning and the stinging, leaving a warm dull
throb. She stroked my hair and my back, I started to cry gently again. She
rolled me over, a little trail of precum down my leg and took off the cuffs. She
sat me up and turned me away from her so she could undo the straps the to mask.
I didn't turn around. She turned my head and took the plugs out. I could hear
the air conditioning, I could hear the clock down the hall ticking. I couldn't
look at her, I didn't want to hear what she had to say. All the weeks we had
talked, I had gotten used to her voice. It wasn't love, but she was a kind
mentor, and now I'd be without that friend. What a drag, but I guess life will
go on. She took my chin and turned me around to face her, Surprisingly she was
smiling. That smile could melt polar ice. I was very confused. "Are you all
right? I got worried for a bit." "I don't get it," I stammered, "I said the
safeword, you said that would be the end of it." "I drove you to your safeword
on purpose," her voice was almost a giggle, "if you had come on my clean carpet
it would have been over. Everyone has a limit, you admitted you had reached
yours, that will save you a lot of grief someday. Shower's through there, towels
on the rack, your clothes are on the table. I'm tired. I'm going to go make us
some coffee..."
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