I arrived at her house Friday afternoon after I got off of work. I removed my clothes and folded them up neatly and kneeled down naked on her porch as she had instructed. I was 15 minutes early but I didn't dare show up late for my first day. My only hope was that it was a quiet neighborhood and nobody would notice the naked man kneeling in front of the door, fingers interlocked behind his head and perfect posture, eyes pointed at the ground.
I had met her online a few weeks ago one night when I was horny and trying to get off. But there was something about her that captivated me. Before I knew it she had complete control over me and had kept me busy all week with assignments. I hadn't had an orgasm in a week, much less even been allowed to play with my cock.
My knees began to stiffen and it felt like I'd been kneeling here for hours. Surely it was 5 pm, but I didn't dare break position to check the time. Maybe she was just waiting on the other side of the door enjoying my discomfort and seeing how long I would kneel there. My mind raced over the things I'd done for her already, and my cock stiffened in anticipation of what was to come this weekend. Finally, after what felt like a half hour the door opened, and there she was.
I kept my eyes trained on the doorstep, too scared to look into her eyes, her presence radiating complete control over her environment. She reached down and tilted my chin up and I gazed into her eyes. She was a goddess I was not worthy of, but luckily for me I was at her disposal for the next 48 hours. Every deviant whim that entered her mind would be taken out on me.
The gentleness she had used to lift my chin was soon lost as she grabbed me by the hair and drug me in the door and threw me onto my hands and knees. I heard the door close, and the lock click, and I knew that I was hers. All my screams and pleas for mercy would not be heard outside her fortress. I stayed perfectly still as she walked around me inspecting what was hers. A ball gag was snugly attached behind my head before I knew what was happening. She pinched and tugged on bits that would make anyone self conscious before grabbing me by the balls and locking my cock up in a chastity cage and tying a leash to it. She pulled hard, yanking my now trapped and exposed balls up behind my legs and led me off.
I struggled to keep up with her, my knees already sore from kneeling and her wooden floors not making things any easier. She stopped outside a door and looked down at me with a wicked grin before leading me into her dungeon.
Holy Shit! That's all I could think. I'd never seen such a wide variety of toys. Not even a sex shop could compete with this. A whole wall alone was dedicated to paddles, floggers, whips and canes all meticulously arranged and hanging in their spots. There were dildos and plugs, ropes and chains and furniture I couldn't even imagine uses for.
"Kneel," she said, and I quickly scrambled to my knees. She walked over to the wall of spanking implements and decided on a wooden paddle, and brought it over with a pair of cuffs that she used to secure my hands behind my back. Before I could react I heard the paddle flying through the air and felt it impact my skin with a sharp smack. I bit into my gag and nearly fell forward. Nobody had ever hit me like that before. Ten whacks later and tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was drooling down my chest. "That should be a good start" she said mockingly. I sniffed and tried to hide my obvious discomfort but she saw right through me.
Mistress led me over to a bench in the middle of the room and laid me face down on it, and relocked my cuffs in front of me under the bench. She grabbed a piece of cloth and the next thing I knew I was blindfolded with no idea what was coming next.