Hello Pet, my name is Mistress Giselle. I'm a dominatrix at a popular specialist brothel which shall remain nameless for the purpose of this story. Today I want to tell you about a depraved old fellow who visited me recently for a session of femdom-malesub BDSM.
It all began with a call on my work phone. At the other end of the line my naughty boy Andy was lying at home on his bed in the nude having a leisurely wank whilst he studied various femdom fetish websites on his smartphone. One of his favorites was my site, which happens to operate just a few suburbs away from his own. He went into our website and studied the blurbs and photos of the various Mistresses who roster here, and the Mistress who most caught his eye was me, a certain Mistress Giselle.
Lucky me! He studied my blurb, photos and videos and decided that he liked the look of me well enough to phone me to inquire about having a session with me.
I took the call.
"Hello?" I said, "This is Mistress Giselle speaking, how can I help you?" I asked.
"Hello, Miss!" came the voice, "It's Andy here, Miss, and I was wondering if I could inquire about having a femdom-malesub session with you, please Miss?"
"Yes, of course, Andy pet," I told him, "and what sort of session are you thinking of, pet?"
"Well, Miss, I've been studying your website pages, Miss, and you look like a very kinky young Miss who enjoys playing out a submissive fellow's fantasies with him, is that right, Miss?"
"Yes, that's right, pet," I told him, "I do! I have a background in the theater! And did you have a particular fantasy in mind, pet, which you'd like to share with me?"
"Oh yes, Miss, I do, Miss," came the whimper, "and I've been wanting to visit a Mistress about it for ages, Miss!"
"Oh yes!" I said, "then you must tell me about it! Please continue!"
"Yes, Miss, of course! Well, Miss, it's a sort of wartime fantasy, Miss! Is that sort of thing allowed, Miss?"
"Practically everything is allowed with me, pet!" I assured him. "Please continue!"
"Well, Miss," he went on, "I'd like to pretend that I'm a randy old POW - that's a prisoner of war, Miss - and that you're my pretty young Gestapo Torture Mistress, Miss!"
"Oh yes, so you're my randy, depraved old prisoner Andy, are you? That sounds promising! Do continue!" I encouraged him.
"Well, Miss, once a week I'm allowed to crawl into your bedroom, Miss, where I'm allowed to service you with my nose, lips, mouth and tongue, Miss, before you punish me in various ways, Miss, and then genitally relieve me!"
"Oh yes, that sounds lovely! And exactly how would you service me with your lips and tongue, pet?"
"Well, Miss, it would start with me worshiping your feet, shoes or boots, high heels, legs, pussy and bottom, Miss, with lots of kissing, licking and sniffing, Miss!"
"Oh yes, so you're a bottom sniffer, are you? Just my type! And what else, pet?"
"Well, Miss, my bottom sniffing wouldn't really be up to standard, Miss, and I'm a compulsive masturbator, Miss, so you'd punish me for both of those things - being my poor worshiping performance and my compulsive wanking - in all sorts of kinky ways, Miss!"
"Oh yes, and what ways would they be, pet?"
"Well, Miss, you'd give me lots of bottom spanking, Miss, and you'd tease-torture my cock and balls with your kinky implements and methods, Miss, before bringing me off! You know, Miss, a nice hand job at the end, Miss!"
"My goodness, pet!" I replied as if surprised, "You are a kink, aren't you? With an imagination like yours I can see why you're such a compulsive wanker!"
"Yes, Miss, I am, Miss!"
I pushed forward with him.
"And are you wanking now as we speak?" I asked him, "I think that you are, aren't you? I can tell by your jerky breathing and that thumping sound in the background, yes?"
"Oh no, Miss, I wouldn't do that, Miss!" came the lying reply. In fact, as I discovered later, at this point he studied his rampant cock as it stood up in his squeezing fingers. He was ready to spill his hot milk everywhere. A few more strokes and he would be past it. He pinched the root of his rampant shaft between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed in an effort to avoid an ejaculation and its attendant climax.
"And how much would it cost, Miss?" he whimpered in an effort to continue to sound businesslike and enquiring.
"Well, pet, can I ask your age? You sound like an elderly chap!"
"Yes, Miss, I am!" he replied and he gave me his age.
"And do you have a Seniors or Pensioners Card, pet?"
"Yes, Miss, I do, Miss!"
"Well, in that case you qualify for a discount! Aren't you a lucky boy?"
"Yes, Miss, I am, Miss!"
"Now I'll tell you about my sessions and how much they cost, with your discount included!"
"Yes, Miss! Thank you, Miss!"
I explained a few different sessions and gave him my prices for them.
My Andy considered them. He told me later that my descriptions sounded very exciting. He also told me that my prices didn't sound cheap, but he wasn't expecting them to be. He knew that professional dommes like me, who work from specially fitted out premises and use special equipment, are naturally more expensive than the vanilla sex women whom he had previously tried to train, apparently unsuccessfully, as less costly substitute dominas.
"Well, pet," I asked in conclusion, "what would you like to do?"
He thought for a moment and then groaned, "I think I'd like to have a ninety minute session, please Miss, with submission training, buttock spanking, genital tease-torture, and cock-teasing masturbation and relief, please Miss!"
"That sounds lovely, pet!" I said to him, "I'm sure you'll have a very satisfying time!"
"Yes, Miss!" my Andy grunted, "I'm sure I will, Miss!" - and with that, I later found out, he ejaculated all over his fingers to the thought of it all and had the most humongous orgasm. As he jerked, grunted beneath his breath and watched his throbbing knob pump out its hot load, he took my final instructions in his ear:
"I'll see you soon, Andy pet," I told him, and I gave him my street address. "I'm waiting for you now with your special discount! Make sure you bring a nice hard cock and a full pair of balls with you so we can have lots of fun together! Bye for now!" and I hung up, as I didn't want to do anything further to provoke a possibly premature ejaculation and climax - or so I thought!
**
Andy studied his messy fingers and penis. He thought about the appointment that he'd just made with his new Mistress. Normally after such a telephone call, with its very exciting climax, he'd simply stay at home and relax and save a bundle. But this was different. Something told him that his pretty new Mistress would be pleased to play out his most perversely submissive fantasies to his most perfect satisfaction and would do so at a good price. He wiped himself off on his bedsheet and rolled off his bed. He quickly dressed. He grabbed his wallet, keys and phone and headed out his door to see her.
***
Andy drove carefully, avoiding problems on the road that might delay him. He hoped that his car, which was overdue for a service, would work reliably. At last he made it to his destination. He discovered that his Mistress Giselle operated from an establishment located within a small converted warehouse in a light industrial part of town, an area where most people wouldn't typically visit in order to shop or socialize. So it was a relatively anonymous location, he thought, and to enjoy even greater anonymity he parked his car in its own private discreet car park. A few small cars were already parked there, which he thought might belong to the establishment's staff.
He parked and locked his car, found his way to an entrance door, and pressed a buzzer.
He waited a few moments. Then, from within the building, he heard the sound of a woman's high heels clicking on a hard floor. Then the door opened and an attractive young Miss - not his Mistress Giselle - stood before him. She looked down her nose at him.
"Yes, sir?" she said petulantly, "Can I help you, sir?"
She was one of the most beautiful women Andy had ever seen. She was young and shapely and dressed as a sexy office secretary in a tight white blouse, a short black skirt and high heels. Andy assumed she was the establishment's receptionist but he wondered if she might also be a dominatrix too.
"Hello, Miss!" Andy whimpered, his right hand now in his trousers pocket where it massaged his semi-erect penis through the fabric of his undies, "I'm Andy, Miss," he whimpered, "and I've come to see Mistress Giselle, please Miss!"
"Oh yes!" the young Miss replied, "You're the randy old thing who rang earlier! The Mistress is expecting you! Come in, please!"
"Thank you, Miss!" Andy replied.
The young Miss opened the door wide to Andy. He stepped inside and she closed and locked it behind him. He found himself in a small narrow waiting room with a bench seat fitted along one of its long walls.
"Have a seat here, please sir," the young Miss instructed, "and Mistress Giselle will be in to see you shortly!"
"Thank you, Miss!"
The young woman turned and walked out through an internal door, parading a spectacular figure with long muscular legs and a large bottom.