He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 8:52pm. He'd made the phone call earlier on, she was late. It worried him when she was late, although he never knew why; she was never consistent with these sorts of things. It was raining heavily, enough to rattle against the glass in the windows.
The door bell rang. "At last!" he thought to himself as he headed for the front door. She pushed her way. Her hair was bright red and shone in the light. She was wearing a long black overcoat that went down to her ankles.
"Sorry I'm late," she whispered almost inaudibly. This is what he had been waiting for. She unbuttoned her overcoat and let it drop to the floor. What she was wearing was of no surprise to him, it was exactly as he'd requested it. On her feet she wore long, knee-length leather boots β with a 5 inch heel β underneath her boots she wore thin black stockings and a suspender belt. Above her suspender belt she wore a black leather thong and a small, black corset that finished just underneath her breasts, exposing her dark nipples to the sky. From her suspender belt hung a black riding crop and she carried a large handbag full of "props";
"Pick that up bitch," she hissed at him with a fire in her eyes. She was here to enjoy herself and didn't care. He looked her up and down and stooped over to pick up her coat, already he was showing a large bulge underneath his jeans.
"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you say."
"You're a keen slave, aren't you boy? I have only just arrived and you're excited. Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." SMACK. The noise echoed as she hit him across the face with the back of her hand, causing an instant reddening of the skin.
"I am yours to command, Mistress. Tell me what is your bidding?"
"Well, slave, there is a lot I want to do tonight. It depends on whether you're a good slave on what privileges I will allow you. If you are obedient, I will let you do what you want. If you are disobedient, then you will get worse than a slap across your face. Do you understand, slave?" He nodded his head submissively, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
"Take off your clothes. My slaves do not dress." He pulled off his shirt and undid his jeans. Stepping out of them slowly β so his Mistress could see β he folded up his clothes and put them away tidy. He removed his socks, leaving just a pair of boxer shorts to cover his dignity.
"All of it slave! I won't tell you again!" He quickly pulled off his boxers, causing his erection to spring upwards and bounce off his belly. She smiled and firmly grasped his cock with her hand, the leather glove smooth and soft,
"Much better, slave. Thank you." She squeezed his hard-on and gently kissed the tip, taking care to slowly lick the pre-cum that glistened at his hole. She moved into the living room, still holding her slave's cock, forcing him to follow like a lost puppy. She sat down on the couch and looked at her possession,