Steve was going crazy. He was sure if it. It had been two full weeks since he had felt the sweet release of an orgasm. Two full weeks since he had even touched his cock. It was driving him mad!
Steve always had an interest in strong women. He wasn't a weak man, he was as fit and confident as any average 30 year old should be. But he had always been attracted to dominant women. Three weeks ago he stumbled across a particular woman's website. Mistress Kimberly. She was a brunette, gorgeous body, and an extremely sexually manipulative mind. He was immediately hooked. After watching a few previews he had messaged her, and suddenly found himself obeying her every command.
It started out simple, he became a paying member of her website. She sent him some nude photos and instructions. Some small assignments, like how exactly to touch himself, how long before he could cum, etc. At the end of that first week however, she had ordered him to purchase a chastity device. Steve had seen them online but never actually considered wearing one. But now, with the promise of orgasmic rewards beyond his wildest dreams, he found himself a prisoner to Mistress Kimberly. Two full weeks locked up, with no hope of escape since he had mailed her the keys.
Tonight though things were about to change. Mistress Kimberly happened to live just a few towns over, and had invited Steve to be her first online sub to meet her in person. She had promised him a night he would never forget if he showed up. As he sat in his car outside her house, he found himself more nervous than he had ever been. This woman completely owned his cock, his orgasms. This was beyond anything he had ever fantasized about, but as he walked toward the door he was determined to explore his role as her submissive. No matter how far it might push his limits.
He knocked on her front door, as confidently as he could. His cock was already swelling inside its cage. Mistress Kimberly opened the door and smiled at him warmly.
"I'm impressed. I wasn't sure that you'd come."
She was wearing a black leather corset, matching panties, thigh high black stockings with matching heels. She looked divine, every bit the sexual goddess that her website portrayed.
"Well, come inside. We don't have all night." She said as she walked into her living room.
Steve hasn't said a word. He was dumbfounded, lost in a mix of arousal and uncertainty. What had he gotten into, how he even hope to handle a woman like this. He followed her inside, closing the fort behind him.
"I, uh, I want to thank you for inviting me..."
She silenced him with a sudden kiss. Passionate, forceful, he was completely unprepared for it. She smiled as she pulled away from his lips.
"No talking. That's not what you're here for slave."
Steve felt his cock throb at her words. He thought he might even feel some precum leaking already, as he nodded his head in agreement.
Mistress Kimberly sat down on her couch and spread her legs.
