"Michael, this is Crystal. Are you available this weekend?"
As had happened several times during our initial meeting, I was struck mute. I had desperately hoped to hear her voice again while at the same time dreading it. She had taken me to incredible peaks of joy, then left me in a valley of depression. This unexpected call landed me in a limbo of indecision.
"Michael! Are you there? Am I wasting my time calling you?"
"No, Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm here."
"Well, if it's not too much effort, can you answer my question?"
The little angel whispering in my right ear urging me to hang up lost out to the devil in my left ear who wanted more: "Yes, Ma'am, I am available."
"Good. You will be receiving an email from me before midnight. You will respond within ten minutes after it hits your inbox."
The phone went dead. I looked at my watch. It was 7 pm. I waited. At 11:45 I received this email:
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Michael;
These are your Instructions for our next meeting. You are to follow these Instructions exactly as they are given to you. Any deviations will result in disciplinary actions or banishment.
On Friday, you will drive to Cannon Beach, Oregon. My address is 13666 Haystack Avenue. You will park on the left side of the driveway leading up to the house. At exactly 7:30 pm you will come in through the front entrance. The door will be unlocked. Lock it behind you. Walk into the living room. Come up the stairs on the left and proceed down the hallway to the door leading to the balcony. Go outside. I will be sitting on a chair. You will not say a word to me, nor will you look me in the eye. There will be a black leather collar on a blue pad in front of the chair. You will put the collar on, positioning the metal ring to the front. Kneel on the pad, bend down, and eat my pussy. Do not stop or speak until I tell you to.
You will be staying until Sunday night unless you give me sufficient cause to send you home earlier. You are going to be challenged during this visit as more will be expected of you. If you want what I have to offer, you will do what I tell you to do. I demand obedience. In return, you will be granted further opportunities to learn.
You are to wear a form-fitting red bathing suit. Bring your military dress uniform with you, making sure it is perfectly pressed. Pack whatever else you feel is appropriate but leave your bag in the car when you arrive. The only item to accompany you upon entering will be the bathing suit you are wearing.
From the moment you read this email until we meet, you are forbidden to masturbate. I require your being fully loaded when you come to me.
These Instructions are not open to question or discussion. Your only concern is to follow them to the letter. It is now 11:45. You have until 11:55 to respond with a return email consisting of two words: "Instructions received." If you fail to meet this deadline, you can stay home this weekend.
I look forward to seeing you again.
That is all.
Crystal
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I quickly sent out the reply: Instructions received.
I looked at the time stamp on the email. It was 11:54.
II
I left Tacoma at noon on Friday. Google recommended four hours but I wanted leeway to account for anything that might occur. There were to be no mistakes. Ever since the call I had obsessed about Crystal. The desire was much greater than it was for the introductory meeting. Although there was no doubt I still feared this powerful woman, I was not as intimidated as my first experience gave me a more solid understanding of what to expect in a Dominant/submissive session. I craved this opportunity to be with her again for more exploration. On the long drive, I replayed scenes from our time together, feasting on the memories of the intense sex. I ached to surrender to her again, to feel the freedom of release from the bondage of self. She knew how to tear down the walls holding me inside.
I arrived in the town of Cannon Beach a little before 4 pm. I looked for the house immediately so I would be sure to know where to go at 7:30. Haystack Avenue was easy to find as it was the road closest to the beach. On the ride down the street I was awestruck by the houses. Having grown up in a working-class neighborhood in Boston, I had never been in a home as luxurious as these. I watched the numbers on the posts outside the properties. When I came to 13666, I stopped for a minute to look up the driveway leading to the residence. It was a large granite house on the top of a small hill. Because of its size and the amount of land around it, I had no doubt it was the most expensive house in this wealthy neighborhood. It scared me.
I drove off, getting back onto Highway 101. Two miles down was a public area where the road paralleled the beach without any buildings blocking the view of the ocean. I decided to while away some time walking the beach. With the temperature in the low 70's, I ventured out in sandals, bathing suit, and a short sleeve shirt. Having never been to the Pacific Ocean, I was enthralled by the beauty of this picturesque shoreline, headlined by Haystack Rock, a gigantic rock pinnacle towering over the surf. I kept an eye on the homes on the ridgeline above the beach in order to check out 13666 from the ocean side.
As I approached Haystack, the house came into view. It was almost directly across from the Rock, a proximity that no doubt increased its value considerably. The property was surrounded by a quaint wooden fence with a stone stairway leading down to the beach. The well-kept lawn looked like the greens at Augusta. As I looked on in wonder, I noticed movement in the garden near the back porch. Someone was cutting flowers. A moment later Crystal came into view carrying roses up the steps to the porch. I saw her for only a few seconds but it was enough to ramp up my testosterone level. Even from a distance, her style and beauty were readily apparent. The well-defined curves augmented by her voluptuous breasts made my mouth water. I wanted to run up there immediately to see her, but I knew that would not be a good idea. I had to be satisfied with the knowledge that in a few hours I would again connect with my lady Dom.
III
I left the security of my Hyundai at exactly 7:29, beginning a count to 60 which ended when I nervously walked through the front door. I immediately felt out of place in such upper class surroundings, an anxious feeling exacerbated by my being alone. I needed to be with Crystal to feel safe. After going upstairs and finding the exit to the balcony, I took a very deep breath to calm myself before walking out.
Crystal was on a reclining chair wearing a black halter top, red leather skirt, with black boots propped up on fur-lined hassocks with a space between them. I kept my eyes down as I approached. She did not acknowledge me in any way. I knelt on the blue pad on the floor in front of her, found the collar and fastened it around my neck with the silver dollar size steel ring dangling in front. After raising her skirt, I leaned forward to put my mouth on her.
The moment my tongue connected with her pussy, my fears evaporated. I planted my face between her thighs, savoring her scent, her taste, and her heat. I licked and sucked her clit, pulling on it tenderly with a light force. I felt cocooned, safe and secure, wrapped in the warmth of intimacy where my sole concern was giving pleasure to the woman I adored. I swirled my tongue around with varying pressure and suction, teasing, licking, doing everything I could to excite my lover. Her soft moans were the sweetest sounds I could ever imagine hearing. Nothing could please me as much as my pleasing her. I kept eating her, hoping that she would never tire. There was an occasional tremor, a short orgasm followed by a spray of precious fluid which I swallowed enthusiastically. At one point she pulled my face in tighter, thrusting forward to let out a larger burst which overflowed my mouth, dripping down my neck onto my chest.
I glided my left hand upwards toward her breast but she brusquely slapped it away.
"You're not getting that yet, little boy. You want that for yourself, not for me. Eat me!"
Her authoritative command inspired me even more. I could not give enough. My tongue was straining to go faster in bigger circles. My lips pulled harder and pressed more forcefully in rapid cycles She again shoved her pussy forward, grabbing my head as she squirted a copious load of juice on me. I loved it.
"Stop!"
I immediately pulled away.
"Very good, Michael! I have to commend you! For a trainee, you are ..."
"I am learning, Ma'am."
"I did not give you permission to speak yet."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am."
"Yes, I'm sure you are. Considering your efforts, I will overlook your two errors; they were minor. However, you will need to demonstrate subservience to me to make up for them. Lick my boots."
Her designer knee high black boots with spiked heels were crafted from the softest, most luxurious leather I'd ever felt. Their strong leather smell aroused me as I licked them with delight while she watched. I felt neither embarrassment nor humiliation, but rather an uplifting sense of pride at my willingness to please my Mistress no matter what was required. I was grateful to show her my submission by being her bootlicker.
"Do the soles too, Michael. They may have a little sand on them. Lick it off. And polish the spikes. But before you do, stop for a second and grab me a beer out of the cooler behind you. I need a cold one while I supervise your work."
I pulled a Heineken out of the ice, twisting the top off before handing it to her. There were three empty bottles on the table.
"I'm getting a slight buzz on, Michael. I hope you don't mind. This is my fourth one without getting up. What do you think of that?"
"Very good, Ma'am."
"I'm glad you said that. Now, go back to licking. Give me some spit shine, soldier."
I ran my tongue over every millimeter of leather on both boots as Crystal drank her beer. I sucked the heel spikes clean twice, wiping more than a few grains of sand off my tongue.
Mistress Crystal started singing as I kept licking: "These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you! ... Are you ready for that, Michael?"
