I go to the restaurant where we had agreed to meet, enter and find a seat in the bar as I had been instructed. Nervously I look around not seeing any single woman. I worry that she's lost interest in me and has abandoned our plans. I sit nursing a vodka tonic hoping she will show up. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn to see a waitress standing beside me, she asks, is your name Mobious? I reply yes and she states that my dinner companion is already seated and she will direct me to the table.
I follow the waitress to a booth in the back darker corner of the restaurant, where I find her seated. I gaze into her beauty and my heart almost stops I'm temporarily left breathless by her stunning smile, flowing brown hair and am totally consumed by her beautiful eyes. She is dressed in a very attractive business suit that does it's best to honor her lovely figure. I stand there like a deer caught in headlights hoping I'm not wearing a stupid, moronic grin on my face. She extends her hand to shake mine I take it and gently kiss the back of her hand as she directs me to sit down. We talk, she about what would be expected of me, and I reply to her questions. The waitress returns and takes our orders we both order our steaks rare, they are delivered just that way, pink and tender in the center.
Dinner proceeds well except for the times she catches me gazing into her cleavage, I feel uncomfortable when caught but she makes no attempt to hide it, and even loosens another button to taunt me even more. (She is driving me to distraction with the thought that I may at sometime be chosen to provide her with some sort of sexual pleasure.) As dinner winds down and our wine glasses empty for the last time, I fear that I have done nothing to ingratiate myself to her. If I seem nervous or even foolish at this point it is only because I think I've blown any chance of becoming her loyal sub. The check comes and I pay it fearing that when we part after dinner I may never hear from her again.
As we stand I get my first good look at her legs how shapely they are, and how the 4" heels exploit her calves. I see the taper of her legs as they disappear under her skirt. Once again her beauty leaves me breathless. I escort her to her car she hands me the keys so I may unlock the door for her. I open the door and as she seats herself the slit in her skirt exposes the tops of her stockings (I bite my lip to keep from gasping hoping I'm not gazing so hard as to burn a hole in her leg.). She catches me again, this time she smiles a very wicked smile and says "Alright, Mobious this time you'll have to pay for your indiscretion" and orders me into her car and have me drive her to her hotel. On the way she directs me to keep my mouth shut and obey her instructions.
When we arrive a the hotel while still in the parking lot, she slips off of one of her high heels and stumbles and I reach out and catch her. Placing my hands on her tiny waist for the first time and feeling her within my grasp, I feel as though I've just caught the game-winning ball. She states that her ankle is stressed possibly sprained and orders me to carry her into the hotel and to her room. I eagerly comply placing one arm around her back and the other below and beneath her legs above her knees. I lift her quite easily, for the first time I hold her in my arms; my heart swells with pride with the thought of being of service.
I carry her to the room and take the key to unlock the door. We enter I set her on the bed and leave to get ice for her ankle. When I return with the bucket full of ice she is no longer on the bed but standing her jacket, skirt and blouse removed waiting for me.
Once again she tells me to keep my mouth shut, but this time she also tells me not to move. This is really a good thing for me; while I'm in the presence of such beauty I become tongue tied and speechless anyway.
I look and I notice the way her hair falls around her face, yet cannot articulate my thoughts on what a wonderfully sexy sight it is. I see her large beautiful breasts heaving in her black bustier as she breaths, but could not express how it makes my pulse rise as my heart beats faster. I'm thankful she's told me not to speak. But here I stand with this ice bucket in my hands as she circles me, inspecting and evaluating her prospective play toy. Every once and a while I feel her hands caressing or probing my ass or thighs my back, chest or arms. I don't move not wanting to disobey her. I admire the tone of her muscular legs still encased in nylon or admire the way the French cut panties the garter belt and straps intertwine across her beautiful ass as she passes in front of me, I dare not look her in the eye.
She stops behind me and I feel her right hand cross over my hip and straight to my crotch. Then from between my legs her left hand has me quite literally by the balls. The right hand caresses my hard cock while the left massages and kneads my balls. I am in ecstasy, speechless, immobile and flat out ecstatic. Her left hand replaces the right on my cock as her right releases my belt and opens the top of my pants. I close my eyes breathing slowly as she caress me. I'm thinking how very fortunate I am to have this beautiful sexy goddess running her hands aaaggghhhhh my jockey's have a handful of ice in them! I fall to my knees from shock she has filled my briefs with ice. My once hard cock is now shrinking rapidly, deflating like tires after running backward over one-way spikes in a parking garage.
Mistress tells me to get up, hang up her clothes, and then I can go to the bathroom and stand in the shower and remove my clothes to rid myself of the ice. I hurriedly obey first hanging her jacket, blouse and skirt before attempting to remove the ice. My mind is swimming. She told me she was not a cruel woman, why was I now freezing my nuts off? I stood in the shower and removed my clothes letting the ice spill into the tub. The crotch of my pants and underwear now soaking wet from the melting ice I was truly better off not wearing them. I remove my shirt as per instructions and return to the sitting area.