Bobby stood hesitantly on the front porch of her lake house. There were no other houses nearby, and the only source of light other than that of the moon came through the windows of the house. Questions raced through his mind, preventing him from going any further. What if it wasn't her? What if this was all some trick? What if there were actually five guys in there waiting to attack him, rob him, and leave him there to die? What if it was her and all of this questioning had made him late? It was this last question which drove him on, and he tentatively knocked on the door.
There was no movement from the house for almost a full minute and Bobby was moments away from returning to his car when the door was opened, light streaming through the now open doorway. Bobby blinked a few times at the sudden light, but could not make out anyone standing in the doorway. He took a deep breath and hurried inside.
The door snapped shut behind him and he turned with a jump. Standing in front of the door was Mistress Rose. He had never seen her before, but from the description she gave of herself there was no doubt in his mind. Her mahogany hair was tied in a long ponytail, which hung forward covering her left breast. She was wearing a red satin robe which covered her from wrist to ankle, tied firmly around her slender waist. She was a few inches shorted than Bobby, standing at 5 foot 6 inches, and was standing barefooted before him.
'Shoes and socks off, leave them by the door, and follow me,' she commanded as she walked off into the next room.
Bobby bent over to untie his shoelaces and in his hurry and nervousness fell flat on his face. Becoming red in the face from embarrassment, he hastily removed his shoes and socks and shoved them roughly by the door. He was turning to follow her when he caught his mistake in time and carefully straightened his shoes and socks so that they were neatly positioned next to the door. Mistress had repeatedly cautioned him against being untidy while at her lake house and Bobby didn't want to get off on the wrong foot.
'How long does it take to take off a pair of shoes and socks?' Mistress sneered disapprovingly from the next room.
Bobby glanced at the door once more to make sure it was appropriate, and then hurried into the room Mistress had called from.
Mistress was reclining on a couch, waiting impatiently for him. Once he entered the room she sat up and beckoned to him.
'Stand there,' she said, pointing to a spot on the carpet roughly 5 feet from her couch. He lowered his gaze as he approached her and clasped his hands behind him as previously had been discussed.
'Mistress, thank you for seeing me. I can't tell you ...'
'I did not give you permission to talk,' she interrupted with a snap, and Bobby fell silent at once. She reclined once more into her couch, eyeing him appraisingly.
'Turn, slowly,' she demanded.
Feeling more than a little foolish, Bobby did as she commanded.
'Now take your shirt off and turn again.'
Bobby unbuttoned his shirt, quickly folded it and placed it by his feet and then turned. He wished he could look up and see Mistress's reaction, to know whether he pleased her or not. He didn't consider himself anything spectacular to look at, but he had done considerable work on his body, making him well-toned all over. Mistress chose to say nothing about it though.
'Remove your pants,' she said, and he saw out of the corner of his eye that she had sat up to have a closer look at this part of the reveal. As per their earlier discussion, he was not wearing any form of underwear.
He removed his slacks and after folding them and putting them on the ground on top of his shirt he made to turn and was met with a fierce slap across his bare ass. He gasped and his cock twitched into life, becoming slowly erect. He had not heard her get up and was surprised by how strong she was, the blow causing him to sway forward considerably.
'I did not tell you to turn that time,' she hissed in his ear. 'You will have to learn to pay better attention than that if you want to stay.'
'Sorry Mistress, I will Mistress, thank you Mistress,' he said hurriedly, wondering if he would be punished for voicing his apologies, but Mistress made no comment of it and instead started circling his body to inspect every angle.
Mistress reminded Bobby of a shark, the way she continued to circle her prey. Occasionally she would reach out and scrap a fingernail again his skin and he shuddered at the sharp sting, his cock becoming more and more erect each time she did so.
'Bend over and touch your toes,' she commanded.
Bobby hesitated for a second and felt her hand smack on his ass once again.
'I said bend over,' she whispered menacingly, Bobby quickly complying.
He felt her hands gently rub over his cheeks and then down the crack between them. He felt her spread his cheeks wide open to inspect his hole. He flushed red from embarrassment of being looked at like this, but his cock continued to grow. After what seemed an age to him, she step away. Bobby continued to stand bent over at the waist, waiting for Mistress's permission to move, when he hear a swish through the air, followed by a sharp sting on his ass. He gasped and turned his head around to see what Mistress was doing. Still donned in the red silk robe, she had produced a short black-leather flogger which she held tightly in her right hand. See him turn back to look at him she struck him with it again, just enough to get his attention.
'I did not tell you to turn around, you naughty boy,' she said disapprovingly. Bobby felt his heart sink. He wanted badly to do everything right for his Mistress, and now he had disappointed her.
