A Dar and Twisty Tale

Ren. A short name, without any affectation of feminine qualities. A functional name - easy to use, not easy to forget.

The fetish dating app he used to make contact with her, gave a brief description of her physical appearance - a perfunctory tick box list of her kinks, but no accompanying photo. Almost as if she wasn't trying to attract a mate, more of a personal ad for a practical service...or servant.

That was just fine by him. A confessed submissive in late middle age with little real-life experience, but many partially-realised, deeply held, and incredibly dark desires. As happily married as he could be in the circumstances. Taking advantage of his wife being away on a week-long course in Idaho.

He checked his phone for the time, for the 6th time. 2 minutes to go and her place was just over the road from him.

He mounted the short flight of steps to her imposing and antique front door, and ringing the bell at precisely the stroke of 7pm, stepped back respectfully, waiting for her to open.

Nothing.

He waited for 2 minutes, then rang the bell again.

Nothing. Then a text from Ren: " Go to the trades entrance at the rear of the house. Take everything off except your pants and kneel, keeping your eyes lowered when in my presence."

He probably hadn't moved as quickly in 10 years in his eagerness to follow the instructions.

Once he had complied with her instructions, he took stock of his surroundings. Thankfully the garden at the rear wasn't overlooked very much by the neighbours -only the rear upstairs window of a Victorian detached which was partially obscured by a large old tree and a tall brick wall covered in ivy.

With a loud creak borne of long years of neglect, an old paint-cracked door opened. He hastily examined the ground.

"Crawl here". A soft, slightly bored and surprisingly soft and rich female voice commanded.

Dark red pointed shoes, short thin heels, size 5 maybe. A floral scent, all slightly at odds with his imagination.

"You may kiss the toe of my left shoe lightly to show acceptance of your place."

Her legs parted, grace and poise in the movement. Her right foot pushed him down to a lower position. A pause. Her foot returned to the ground.

A jet of hot piss splashed against the back of his head, shocking him back into reality, running into his eyes and nose as the stream gathered in power. Soaked and sodden, his head spinning as the pungent and salty flavour graced his lips and ran off the end of his chin, forming a light yellow pool between his knees.

A minute passed as Ren, a small smirk on her face, finally concluded her release. Pushing his head down with her foot, as she simply said, "Drink".

Pursing his lips, he started to suck the salty, earthy concoction up into his mouth, eager to obey. Eager to be of service. Eager to pass this initial test as only a true sub would.

Ren, a late 20's something woman, with a shapely arse, dyed blonde spiky hair. Magnificent natural, full tits, completed by large nipples that stood out in the fresh air, hinting of excitement that belied the slightly routine tone of her voice.

After a few crappy relationships with controlling arseholes, guys that cheated on her, guys that expected to own her and gaslight her. All combined to make her that realise she was a strong woman. One that could use men for sex, without getting close. One that enjoyed being in control. A woman that could play out her darkest fantasies on willing submissive guys.

Like this one. Running to fat, greying hair. Deeply unattractive. But soooo willing to be played with.

When there was just a dark muddy stain on the ground where her piss had been, Ren walked over to a hose turned the tap on and washed him down, threw a tattered towel at him and told him to dry himself off.

He shivered and not only with the chill of the early evening March air as he dried himself quickly with the rough towel. "Rise and follow me. Leave your clothing".

He got his first look at her shapely arse, swaying slightly underneath her skirt and instantly thanked his lucky stars. 'She's gorgeous', he thought to himself as he crossed the threshold into her place.

"Kneel".

A pink plastic chastity cage dropped to the floor in front of him, with a small yet sturdy brass open padlock. "Put it on. You have 2 minutes, Failure will result in your balls making the acquaintance my shoes, which, trust me, they will not like."

Unfortunately, the task was quite beyond him, hampered as he was with a semi-on resultant from his recent soaking.

At precisely 2 minutes and 1 second, Ren stepped behind him, swung her leg back and booted his balls up to his throat.

"1 minute more or you're out and not coming back".

Thankfully her swift and vicious kick to his nuts had the desired effect, the pain shrunk his member to a manageable size and he was hastily able to complete his new Mistress's command in her allotted time.

"Good boy. Now lets run through the next 72 hours. You agree to be my personal plaything. My slave. In any and all ways that I see fit. You will serve me by following my command without disobedience, eagerly and to your fullest without hesitation. You may signal your assent to this by kissing my foot."

A reverent planting of his lips on the toe of her left foot, followed without a noticeable pause.