I see her as soon as I step off the jetway. She's standing apart from the rest in the arrivals hall. She's even more beautiful in real life. Short elegantly trimmed blond hair. Subtle makeup. Full length white fur coat, and black stiletto heeled boots. She must have been heart breakingly beautiful when she was younger.
She embraces me. I think she's going to kiss my cheek, but instead she whispers in my ear. "Do not speak. Put your bag into your left hand and hold my right elbow, Boy."
She leads me to a vintage Lincoln which looks better than when it left the show room. It's being studiously ignored by the airport police even though it's parked under a 'No Parking No Stopping Tow Away Zone' sign.
A lady wearing tan leather low heel boots, an ankle length cream linen skirt and a grey suede bomber jacket with a wide fur collar, with matching fur hat held the back door open and took my bag.
"Get in and slide over." I did what the lady said and the one that met me got in too. The other lady closed the door and went around to the driver's seat.
"Read this." The one I met online and who I knew as Mistress Angela then handed me a document and a pen. "If you agree to my terms sign it, if you don't, get out and go home. Your return ticket is open."
I read and signed.
"Good. You belong to me for a week. Mary Grace."
The lady, Mary Grace evidently, steered us into traffic.
"Open your mouth, Boy." A red ball gag was pushed into my mouth and it's strap tightened painfully tight around my head.
Mistress Angela took the silk scarf draped over her shoulders and blindfolded me.
"Hold out your hands, Boy."
Something soft and smooth bound my wrists. Another scarf?
Mistress undid my trench coat and unzipped my fly. I felt her silk gloved hand reach into my boxers and pull me out. The boxers were expensive silk ones I bought just to impress Mistress Angela.
"Did I not send instructions about what to wear, Boy?"
I nodded
"Was underpants on the list?"
I shook my head.
"No, they were not. I do not tolerate disobedience. We will deal with this later."
Oh fuck, off to a bad start already.
I met Mistress Angela online. I'm thirty five slim and fit. I've shoulder length brown hair. I'm bi.
The rest of the drive was very quiet, and cold with my coat open and my dick out. City traffic, then we stopped. Out of the car. Smells like a parking garage. Up a few steps into an elevator. Up we go. Out of the lift, a few steps, door lock clicks, through a door.
"Suzi, Dear, we're home!"
Click of heels on the hard floor.
"Oh, Darling, what's this?" High voice.
Mistress Angela's voice. "This, Cutie Pie, is our Valentine's present to you. A toy to play with for the whole week."
"I love you both."
Silence. Kissing? Who is this? What is this? I thought I was visiting, serving Mistress Angela.
A hand on my elbow leads me onto some deep carpet. "Lets unwrap my new toy."
My hands are untied and my coat removed. Fingers unbutton my shirt and take it off. Gentle strokes of my chest, then fingers flick and roll my nipples. Then they pinch and pull them until I grunt through my gag. "Giggle."
A chair is pushed to the back of my legs. "Sit down and take off your shoes and socks, Boy." Suzi's voice. Then, "Stand up, Boy."
My belt is unbuckled. My fly is still open. My pants are pulled down. "Left foot. Right foot. Good Boy." My pants are taken away. My boxers are pulled down.
"Oh my god, he's shaved! Did you two know about this?"
"Just for you, Sweetie." Mistress Angela's voice. "He disobeyed instructions. He wasn't to wear underpants, but as you see, he doesn't obey very well."
A hand fondled my balls. "I'm sure he can be taught." Suzi then squeezes them until I scream into my gag. "Giggle. We're going to have fun with Boy."
My gag is replaced with lips and tongue. A hand is gently holding the back of my head into the kiss. Another hand is squeezing my right ass cheek.
Arms wrap around my shoulder. My blindfold comes off. I see Mistress Suzi for the first time. What a cutie! Short, trim, shoulder length auburn hair. She steps back. Pink puff sleeve angora sweater, pink and white plaid pleated mini skirt and silver leather flats.
She looks down and gives my hard on a little squeeze. "I see you want to serve me. Giggle. Come along."
I follow her to a bedroom. "Set everything on the bed and go shower." She points through an open door to a bathroom. When I return my bag is emptied onto the bed.
The little black dress I'd been instructed to buy was over the arm of the chair in the corner. It has thin straps over my shoulders and a scoop collar. It's backless right down to the crack of my ass. It's hem flares out almost eight inches above my knees. The style was very specific in my instructions, then just to be sure, Mistress Angela had me model it in front of the web cam before I came. My extreme open toe stilettos were beside the chair. Mistress Suzi handed me a cock cage and a little silver padlock.
"Get dressed then put your clothes away. Don't dawdle." She left.
She returned with a basket of things. First was a white fur collar and cuff set. She joined the wrist cuffs, then the ankle cuffs with short chains, less than a foot long. Then came a butt plug with a long white fur tail. She lubed it up.
"Bend over, spread your ass and relax, boy." Oh, that got my cock wanting out of it's cage. "Your name is now 'Pet'."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Stand." she put a meter long leash onto my collar. Then it was pet training. When leashed I follow her one pace back to her left. When she points and snaps her fingers I sit or kneel where she points. If she pats her leg I lean to it, kneeling of course, and wrap one arm around her calf.
She led me back to the parlour where the other two were reading.
It's walls were painted in a soft beige. There were oil landscapes hanging on them. The one wall was covered with beige, gold and silver patterned drapes. The furniture all very expensive looking. The wall to wall carpeting a sandy beige.
