First Time Submissive 3

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.

Andy sat down. He studied several framed photographs of the various mistresses of the house which were displayed on the wall opposite. He looked for and found his Mistress Giselle.

He studied her photo. As a keen photographer he wished the photo could have been a bit better than it was, and he fantasized that she would allow him to produce her next set of photographs for her, perhaps to go with an erotic story that he was writing about her. Then his attention turned to a few femdom fetish BDSM magazines which had been left for his perusal at one end of his seat.

He took one and studied it. Its front cover showed a pretty, partly naked dominatrix dressed up as a school mistress in a robe, high heels and mortar board cap, and with a fine rattan cane flexed between her fists. Before her, bent forward over her desk, lay a mature adult schoolboy. His pants and undies were at his ankles and his bare bottom was upturned and criss crossed with fine red welts.

Andy studied the photograph and further massaged his excited penis. How very strict she'd been with him, he thought. He imagined that he was the naughty schoolboy and that it was his bare bottom which had been so thoroughly caned. What would happen next, he wondered? Ah yes, he knew: the very strict Mistress would pull, pinch and tweak his abused flesh between her firm fingers, sending fresh paroxysms of pain through them, whilst telling him "What a naughty boy you've been!"

At this point he heard the sound of a woman's high heels approaching and a moment later the inner door opened and his Mistress Giselle stepped into the room.

Andy looked up at her. Wow! She looked stunning! She had a very curvaceous figure with a big bust and wide hips. She had big hazel eyes, a wide round face, a petite nose, and a fleshy, pouting mouth. Her dark hair and carefully applied makeup were both beautifully done. She was dressed in glossy black leather from toe to neck. She looked down at Andy as he sat before her with his magazine open in one hand and his other hand at his groin.

"Hello, pet!" she spoke down to him, "I'm Mistress Giselle!"

"Hello, Miss!" Andy replied, "I'm Andy, Miss!"

"Well, you're a randy old thing, aren't you?" she spoke down to him. "Sitting there playing with yourself with a naughty magazine, and in front of your Mistress too!"

"Yes, Miss! I like to look at a bit of femdom porn, Miss!" Andy whimpered, "and I don't mind doing so in front of my Mistress, Miss!"

"Yes, so I see! And I think it's very naughty of you! And now you'll hand that magazine to me, please!" came the order.

"Yes, Miss!"

Andy passed his magazine to his new Mistress. She took it and studied its cover. Then she leafed through its internal pages.

"My goodness pet, this is a naughty publication, isn't it?" she said. "Look at all these pictures of submissive old men like you worshiping dominant young women like me! Worshiping their Mistress's breasts, pussies and bottoms - and anything else that's presented to them! Is this your favorite type of reading material, pet?"

"It is, Miss," Andy confessed, "and especially when I'm in private, Miss!"

"It is indeed! You're very excitable, aren't you? Now you'll stand up and take your pants and undies down and show me what the fuss is all about!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Andy stood up and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down to his knees. He stood before his Mistress in his underpants, his rampant erection lying awkwardly sideways in them where it distended them lewdly and had made a wet patch in them at its tip. He went to push them down but she stopped him.

"Just a moment!" she called, sitting down on the bench seat before him, "I'll do that! I'd like to examine the state of you!"

"Yes, Miss, please do, Miss!" Andy whimpered, his erection stiffening further.

Mistress Giselle studied the long fabric covered penile lump. She ran a single long red fingernail along its length, all the way from its root to the depression of its neck. Andy groaned with pleasure. The long thick member stiffened and oozed into its cloth cover.

"My god, it's a monster, isn't it?" she said. "And it's made the most enormous wet patch here at its tip! What have you been doing with it, pet?"

"Well, Miss, I was playing with it whilst driving here, Miss, because I couldn't stop thinking about our session together! And then I kneaded it a bit whilst looking at the photo of you and then the femdom magazine, Miss!"

"Well, you're a naughty thing who likes to play with his erect penis a lot, aren't you? Now you will hold steady whilst I examine this randy stiff thing of yours!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Mistress Giselle took the waistband of the undies in her fingers. She pulled it out and down and thus allowed the big member to fall out and stand up before her. She let the waistband constrict beneath it so that Andy's scrotum, below, remained covered by the undies' crotch piece and only his rampant shaft stood up above.

Mistress Giselle looked down her nose at the erect dick. It was a long thick sausage of a thing, pale and smooth and rippled with veins and bumps. It veered off slightly to one side as erect cocks often do. Its glans was velvety and rounded, and its urethra stood like a tiny tight pair of labia, wet with its own juices. She fingered the erection up and down its length between a cool forefinger and thumb, causing Andy to grunt.

"It's a big naughty thing, isn't it?" she said. "Stiffening in your undies! Enjoying the touch of my cool fingertips! It does need to be trained to behave, doesn't it? And of course it needs to be relieved of its hot irritable load too, doesn't it?"

"Oh yes, Miss!" Andy whimpered, "It does, Miss! Do you have special ways to train and relieve naughty dicks, Miss?"

"Oh yes, pet, I do! And which would you like to hear about first, pet? My special disciplinary and training procedures? Or my methods of relief?"

"I guess my discipline and training comes first, doesn't it, Miss? And then comes my relief, right, Miss?"

"Oh no, pet, sometimes I mix them up together so that you won't know which is which! Shall I explain, pet?"

"Yes please, Miss!"

"Well, firstly, throughout your session with me, you'll receive lots of slow teasing masturbation which will make you want to cum but will just stop short of allowing you to do so!"

The big dick stood up lewdly. It stiffened and oozed. "Gosh, Miss, that sounds like a super cocktease, Miss!" Andy groaned, "I hope I don't cum early, Miss!"

"Well, pet, I must say that premature release can be a problem with some men! So to stop you from cumming early I'll apply some constrictive genital bondage and then intersperse your masturbatory treatment with occasional Wartenberg pinwheel therapy!"

"Wartenburg what, Miss?"

"The Wartenberg pinwheel, pet! Do you know it? It's a prickly little medical tool which is used to test the response of the flesh, although today I shall use it on your erect dick to exquisitely tease and punish it! Its fine sharp pins will roll up and down your erect cockshaft, into and around its cockneck, over its bulbous glans, and all the way into its urethral slit, so that your entire erect penis, from root to tip, will be methodically teased and tortured by it!"

The big dick stiffened. "Gosh, Miss!" Andy groaned, "that sounds like a pretty good cocktease, Miss! And what else, Miss?"

"Well, pet, stimulating and tease-torturing the outside of your dick is one thing, pet, but what about its inside? Your urethral tube will also enjoy the probings of my sounds dilators! You know those long thin polished cylindrical steel rods which I shall insert into your erect urethra and its tube?"

"Oh yes, Miss, I've seen them used in porn videos, Miss!" Andy grunted as Mistress Giselle's fingers continued to squeeze his stiffly rampant length. "I think I'd like to explore their effects with you, Miss! And then I'll be allowed to cum, Miss?"

"Oh no, pet! We still haven't finished with your disciplinary procedures! We haven't dealt with your balls yet, have we?"

"No, Miss, we haven't!"

"I shall examine them now!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Andy watched as his Mistress pulled the front of his undies down and exposed his scrotum. She tucked the waistband behind it so that it hung forward of the stretchy elastic and its attached crotch piece. She studied the dangling appendage. It was a plump, avocado-shaped sack. Now she gazed at his full rampant genitalia as it stood up and hung before her. It reminded her of an alert hairy animal that had been released from its cage.

"My goodness, pet," she exclaimed, "here's a lovely display of erect, excited, submissive man meat, pet!"

"Yes, Miss, it is, Miss!"

"Now let me look at this big ball sack of yours!" Mistress Giselle said as she pulled the drooping scrotum wide into two halves. Then she began to squeeze each half between her fingertips as she searched out its inner gourds' volume, form and density.

"Nngh! Miss!" Andy grunted as a visceral pain rippled through his groin. What a strict, sadistic young bitch she was with his balls, he thought. His erection reared and wagged. "That's a very pleasant nut massage, Miss!" he grunted, "Firm and therapeutic, Miss!"

"Yes, pet, it is, and I'm pleased to say that you have nice big nuts! Long and firm! And ready for strict training and discipline too, pet, because they've been so over productive, haven't they? Just look at the clear runny precum that's drooling from your tip right now, pet! Making a long thin string that's almost reaching down to my nice clean floor!"

"Yes, Miss, I'm sorry to make such a mess, Miss!" Andy whimpered as her fingers continued to slowly squeeze and milk.

"It's okay, pet, you'll have a chance to clean up your mess later, pet, when I train you to use your tongue properly!"

"Yes, Miss!"

"Now shall I tell you how I further treat my naughty submissive males' scrotums and testes, pet?"

"Yes, please, Miss!" Andy piped as her strong fingers continued to work.

"Well, pet, first of all your testes are receiving these very therapeutic investigative manipulations which are designed to tenderize them and squeeze the inner cum out of them, so that they can enjoy their other successive treatments more fully!"

"Yes, Miss!" Andy grunted, his erection jumping, "I'll look forward to them, Miss! I can see that you sure know how to handle a pair of nuts, Miss!"

"Oh yes, I do, pet! I'm your new nut mistress, pet! And you need discipline and training here, don't you? And the first thing I'll do is give your entire genitalia a good shave so that we can both see what we're doing here!"