I carried on a relationship with a Mistress/Dominant for a couple years although we did not get to meet in person very often because we lived a few hours apart.
I am a forty something married man and It had been many months since I had last seen Mistress. Feeling that familiar longing again I pull up the little used email account I use to contact Mistress. As luck would have it, she had recently emailed asking if I have forgotten about her! As I pull up the full email I remember her dark lustrous hair and perfect mouth. I exhale slowly and dream about her gorgeous full breasts and round, firm ass. I think back to the pictures she sent not long ago showing me her, new, recently enhanced breasts. I loved her breast as they were but the newer versions are spectacular as well. If Mistress likes them, I like them.
As I reminisce about our last session my cock begins to grow. I close my eyes for a moment and breathe slowly. Mistress enjoys tormenting me and I know she gets off on the power exchange as much as I do. When we are together, she is respectful of boundaries and careful not to hurt me but also very much in charge. My submission turns each of us on. Her ability to take her orgasms from me, when, and how she wants them turns us both on. I know she really enjoys the feeling of my large, thick cock. Unfortunately, I know I do not fuck her well enough with it. She deserves a long, long pounding but almost never gets it. By the time we get to the fucking, she has me so close to the edge I never last long enough. This gives her even more reason to torment, tease and torture me. Perhaps that is the way she likes it. Oh well, maybe next time I will do better.
I craft a properly subservient note asking when she might be available. I tell her I would very much like to be used again and I further tell her that I would love to take her strap-on long and hard. I got a bit father this time and share a fantasy I have been thinking about. I confess that I want to cum on her pussy and have her make me lick it off. Clicking send on the email, I feel my cock involuntarily twitch and throb. Now, fully hard, I close my browser and shudder as I give my throbbing cock a hard squeeze and decide to go to bed without a release.
When I awaken the next morning my thoughts immediately turn to my email. Had she responded? When might we meet? I am fully hard again as I log in and make my way to my in-box on my browser. To my delight, she had responded and seemed anxious to use me again, fuck my ass and make me eat my cum. What a delightfully nasty woman. We exchanged a few more emails on logistics and she gave me strict instructions. I was to leave the door ajar and wait for her, with a butt plug in place, wearing panties while leaning over the bed. I was literally dripping with excitement but decided to wait and build up a huge load for her.
As the day of our meeting dawned I loaded up on my toys and some nice white wine as instructed and drove to work. I found it difficult to concentrate on tasks throughout the day as the anticipation continued to build. Finally, I decided I could not pretend any longer and headed to the hotel to prepare myself. I checked in and began to get ready.
Mistress likes to spend a long time pounding my ass really hard so I do my best to make myself clean. I spent an hour with an irrigator filling and then emptying my bowels. I showered, trimmed myself and lubed up a medium sized butt plug. I put squirt of lube on my finger and rubbed it all over my soon to be gaping asshole. I bent over and worked the plug slowly in and then straightened up, pausing to feel it inside me. The plug will allow her to take me when and how she wants without taking too long to work up to it. When Mistress is ready to fuck me, she is ready to fuck. I pulled on my panties and then I got ice and transferred a nice bottle of wine to the ice bucket per Mistresses instructions. She like to enjoy a glass or two while tormenting me. To my horror I could not find an opener anywhere in the room so I pulled on my jeans over my panties and put on a shirt and shoes. I enjoyed the feel of the panties in my jeans and even more the pressure of the jeans against the plug as I went down to the lobby in search of a corkscrew. Everything must be ready for her!
After returning to the room I undressed back to panties and a robe and waited. I exchanged messages with Mistress as she made her way to the hotel and my room and my heart began to pound. Finally, she was at the door and then inside. Unfortunately I had to wait for her to be right at the door because a maid was just outside vacuuming. This meant I was not bent over the bed as instructed. We greeted with a warm kiss and hug. It was nice to see her, smell her and be in her presence. I poured her a glass of wine and thanked her for coming. She slapped me across the face for not being ready as in directed and ordered me back into the other room of the suite bent over the bed.
I immediately dropped to me knees and crawled back into the other room and assumed my position. I waited as instructed for what seemed like an eternity while she changed and got ready. I was looked back over my should expectantly when she finally emerged. As she walked into the room I caught and held my breath. Mistress is medium height with dark hair and dark brown eyes. She has a beautiful smile and a body to make men weep. She was wearing a dark bustier, stockings, impossibly high stiletto heels and a very sexy thong. She pulled me up and slapped me across the face again letting me know who was in charge. She then grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me in for a kiss. We kissed passionately for several minutes without stop. Our tongue mingled with her controlling the action as she sucked on my tongue.