Sharon woke me at daylight and told me to get ready because there was a car coming to pick me up.
1. I had just finished dressing and shaving, when there was a knock on the door downstairs. I went down to open it, and as I opened the door further, I saw there was a black limo waiting outside for me. I got in and the car sped away without a word from the driver.
I sat in the limo for what seemed like an hour watching rolling countryside passing by the window. Finally, we came to a stop at the end of a mile long, tree-lined, driveway, ending at a huge mansion that looked like something out of a magazine.
I wondered what it was like to live in a house that big. I walked up to the front door and was greeted by a extremely attractive girl in her early twenties.
By the way she was dressed, I assumed that she was the maid. She was wearing one of those sexy French maid outfits. The girl had shoulder length blond hair; perfect grapefruit sized tits and hazel colored eyes that made me weak at the knees.
'I wonder if she knows why I am here?' I thought as I followed her up the stairs to the third floor and then down to the end of the hall after almost being hypnotized by the sway of her ass under that short skirt.
She opened the door and pointed to a chair in front of a large oak desk; where I sat down as she closed the door behind me and left.
Five minutes passed, and the door re-opened. A heavy framed, black haired woman, I guessed to be about forty years old, walked in and sat down at the desk across from me.
The woman was not at all attractive, and to be honest, if I had seen her on the street, I probably wouldn't have even noticed her. The woman looked like a spinster schoolteacher or librarian, not like a dominatrix.
For a moment, she just stared at me from behind those black-framed glasses and said nothing. Then she spoke.
"I am Rosanne, but you will only refer to me as Mistress. Do you understand?"
I replied, "Yes mistress."
She smiled in approval then ordered me to stand up.
"Now slave, take off your clothes and toss them to me."
I did as I was told and watched as she locked my clothes in the desk drawer. I was then told to crawl on my hands and knees around the desk to her feet.
My cock had gotten rock hard now and I didn't even find her the least attractive. I guess the control factor was what was arousing me so much.
When I crawled up to her, I looked up her skirt and saw that she had no underwear on.
"Why are you looking at my pussy, slave?" She asked.
"Do you like looking at my pussy?"
I was afraid not to say anything, so I spoke softly in reply.
"Yes Mistress, I do."
Her snatch was hairy and untrimmed. Next, I was ordered under her desk as she scooted her chair up so that my face was an inch or two from her cunt.
"Slave, you have three minutes to give me an orgasm using only your mouth. Your hands must stay palm down, on the floor, at all times," she commanded.
"And if you fail, you will be punished severely!" she barked. The time started when she clicked the stopwatch.
I plunged my face into her cunt, which was soaking wet now. I nibbled at her clit feverishly to try to get her off so she wouldn't punish me.
I pushed as much of my tongue into her dripping hole as I could and began fucking her with my face. I could feel her thighs tighten up as she rocked her hips hard against my face.
I knew she was close so I began humming against her clit to push her over the edge. Then, she scooted her chair back and deliberately let the time run out. That bitch!
As soon as the stopwatch was clicked, my face was shoved back into her soaking wet cunt. I pushed my tongue back into her cunt and began slowly fucking her hole when she clamped her thighs down on my head and exploded into a powerful orgasm.
"Well, well, well, ... it looks like you failed Paul!" She laughed as she got up and pulled her skirt back down.
"Now, get up and follow me." She ordered.
I got up, still naked, and followed her down the hall. I walked past the maid, and when I did, the sight of her made my shaft begin to harden again. She looked down at it with a smile as she passed, but said nothing.
I was led into an empty room with only two iron poles running from the floor to the ceiling, about four feet apart. The only other things in the room were two small, waist high tables.
One table had been outfitted with wrist restraints on one side, and leg straps on the opposite side, at the bottom of the table legs. The other table held several sinister looking toys, whips, and restraints. This room made me very uneasy, but I was in no position to protest.
I was told to stand "spread eagle" between the poles while Rosanne placed restraints on my hands and feet. I was then gagged with a ball gag and left in the empty room. I could hear Rosanne outside the room talking to the maid.
"Shelly, get that room clean and ready for me while I go get a shower. And do not touch my slave, I pay you to work, not play!"
Shelly walked into the room with a smile and began dusting without saying a word. For a while, she seemed oblivious to my presence while she swept and arranged the toys on the table. When she was finished cleaning, she looked at her watch and grinned. For the first time, I heard her speak.
"I have a little time left before mistress comes back and I have always wanted to play with a slave of my own, but mistress will not let me. You wouldn't mind would you?"
