Chapter 4. Miss Pia, it will be an honour to be your slave.
Rick was in his bedroom hurriedly searching through his travel bag for a collar. He had two, but as usual, trying to find things whilst in a rush was not working for him. Bloody Hell! Could he not at least sort through his bag when he returned from travelling instead of waiting till a moment like this arrived! He smiled at the thought. How often did moments like this land on his doorstep? He almost laughed out loud at his good fortune. Perhaps this week he should by a lottery ticket...
"Ah, there they are!" Lying at the bottom of his weekend bag was a tangle of his two collars, a dog leash, his cuffs and the sandals that he wore at parties. He quickly disentangled it all and stood holding one in each hand. Which one? Both were black leather, his older larger one was described as a 'posture collar', it had four rings for attaching a leash or other means of punishment or control. It's width forced the wearer to hold his neck straighter and therefore keep a straighter posture. This was good for Rick, as Pia had already noticed, he had a tendency to slouch.
The other was an actual dog collar, it had only one ring and he had purchased it on his last trip to Amsterdam at a small outdoor market in the Nieuwmarket area. He had been drawn to it by the ring of small fake diamonds around its circumference.
The choice was easy, Pia disliked his slouching, the older 'posture' collar was the obvious one.
He finished buckling the collar in place, and hurried to the kitchen to fetch the beer. He was relieved to notice that his erection which had, it seemed, been straining at attention since his awakening, had for the moment eased somewhat. He had become concerned that his high state of arousal would lead to a spontaneous orgasm and a possible premature end to whatever was actually occurring in his life today.
And what was it that was happening? As he looked for a glass for Pia he reflected on the events of the day so far.
When he had fallen into his bed this morning there had been no Pia. There had been no one in his life that he was aware of that without a substantial payment would even consider dominating him. And then...
Bang! Pia arrives on his doorstep, inadvertently discoverers his porn stash and suddenly he is a slave to her! It was like a story from Literotica, one that he would read, really enjoy and not believe for one minute it could be true. His train of thought was broken when he heard Pia call from the living room.
"I'm waiting Rick! Where's my drink?"
He hurriedly finished pouring her beer and decided that it would be appropriate for him to use a can instead of a glass. Returning to the living room he saw that she was again checking his laptop.
"I'm sorry that I took so long Miss Pia." He placed the drinks on the coffee table and resumed his position kneeling at her feet. It seemed to Rick that her face was lit with amusement as she looked down at him for a moment checking his collar, she then reached forward and picked up her drink.
"Skol Rick, here's to our little...adventure hmm?" She cocked her head to one side and looked inquiringly at him.
He met her gaze, picked up his beer can and lightly tapped her glass.
"Cheers, I really look forward to serving you Miss Pia."
After they both had drunk some of the beer Rick returned his can to the coffee table and started rolling the joint that Pia had requested.
"I suppose you have some questions you wish to ask Rick, some things you would like to know about me that we didn't touch on earlier."
"Yes Miss Pia, I have a few."
"Okay. You may ask...," she paused, stretched her leg and rested her foot on his thigh next to his semi erect prick, "two questions today. No more." she started moving her foot so that is was gently flicking at his member, causing an instant return to it's rock hard state.
"Thank you Miss Pia" He was having trouble with the joint as his hands were trembling so much, he paused, took a deep breath and willed his hands to stop the shaking and continue with their task. Pia ceased moving her foot but left it in place on the top of his thigh, ready, it seemed to him, to resume should he become less than fully erect again.
"I guess... My first question is, how long have you been a...Mistress?"
Pia took another sip of her beer and appeared to consider his question for a few moments.
"Good first question, hmm.. Yes i suppose i have been aware of my 'commanding' personality," she smiled, seemingly at some sort of private joke, "since i was about fifteen. I'd had a few boyfriends, and girlfriends by then but it seemed there was something...missing. Do you understand what I mean Rick?"
"Oh yes, that i do understand Miss."
"Good. Well I met this older boy, i think he was about sixteen or so and we had been going out together for about a week, no actual sex you understand, just a lot of kissing, fumbling at breasts, stroking him outside of his jeans, the usual teenage stuff. Then... Jonas," Pia laughed, "yes that was his name. Then Jonas started being a little more persistent, he wanted me to masturbate him, give him a blow job or even let him fuck me! I wasn't a virgin you understand but that wasn't going to happen this time. No no..."
Rick had managed to finish his rolling task and offered up the finished product to Pia. She took the joint, held it with two fingers and looked at him, waiting...
He quickly reached for a lighter from the coffee table and sat straight up on his knees offering a light to his Mistress. As he did this his prick brushed against the leg of her jeans, which she moved so it was pushing his ball sac and prick back against his own body. She allowed the flame to burn off the paper twist at the tip, placed the joint in her lips and inhaled deeply.
The sensation of her leg against his already sensitive member caused a return to its super hard state. She gently moved her foot which was almost curled under his balls and she was wriggling her toes within her sock making him sigh with pleasure.
Pia continued smoking and maintained the massage of his prick and balls with her foot.
"Nice weed Rick, next time you buy some perhaps you get some for me?"
She smiled as she passed it back to him.
"It would be my pleasure Miss Pia."
"Good boy Rick," she withdrew her foot from between his legs and pointed to the floor at her feet. "now lie on your back here, next to the couch."
He took another couple of puffs and handed the joint to Pia as he did as she instructed. He was very glad for the change of position, his knees had been to aching from the constant pressure. He lay down parallel to the couch, his head, the same end where Pia was sitting and stretched his legs out toward the other.
She lifted her feet and rested them on his chest blew out a smoke ring into the centre of the room and looked down at her footstool.