Hmm what can I say about Elizabeth, or Mistress Elizabeth as I was now to call her. It's a long story how I got to where I am at the moment, but let me just point out I am 26 years old, tall, dark hair, good body. Mistress however is 43, also tall but with long auburn coloured hair, it framed her face, despite her years she looked early thirties and obviously kept herself in great shape. I never thought age mattered too much as long as two people were attracted to each other, and Mistress made men's head turn, no matter if they were 18 or 68.
Of course looks weren't everything, Mistress had her own business, was intelligent and extremely powerful, her eyes drew me in when I first met her, maybe this is how I got myself into a position I wasn't sure I wanted to be in.
It started when I was out for a drink with, Elizabeth as I knew her then, what I didn't know was my drink was spiked. Waking in the morning I found myself dressed up in women's underwear and made to experience things I never thought possible. But luckily my story did continue.
When I had found myself vulnerable to her whims while tied to a bed she used my weakness against me, sex, she teased me that much I agreed to a deal. Endure the weekend, if I wanted to go after that I could, if I chose to stay I would always and forever be hers.
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I awoke in the morning, my body ached and I struggled to open my eyes, the morning sun was trying to fight its way through the dark heavy curtains. My mouth was dry and I yearned for a drink of water to quench my thirst, I attempted to sit up when I found I could hardly move, as I looked around the room it dawned on me, I was still tied to Mistress's bed. Just the thought of it created a stirring in my groin, the moment my cock hardened it felt the soft silk that encased me, I was still wearing panties, stockings and a basque. As my cock grew longer and thicker touching the silk the thought of having a drink left me while I decided it was much more important to deal with the impending hardon, and how could I rub it to relive myself. With limited movement I could just about wriggle my body slowly to make some kind of friction, but my efforts were a waste of time I couldn't get enough friction to tease myself. I lay back, defeated, frustrated and annoyed.
Time seemed to slow down and the house was empty, I did think about calling out to see if anyone was home but Mistress probably wanted that so instead there I lay, outstretched and tied on a bed, dressed up with a throbbing erection. Then at least an hour since I had woke the door opened and in walked my beautiful Mistress. She wore a silk robe that ended half way down her super sexy thighs. Under it looked to be just a pair of black panties and a black push up bra, highlighting her breasts.
"Morning slave, I hope you slept well" she said taking a seat on the bed next to me.
Her red painted finger nails traced down my chest, increasing my breathing.
"Yes Mistress very well" I replied, I no longer even considered calling her Elizabeth, it was simply Mistress now.