This is story about a beginner experiencing a light session with a mistress. It contains descriptions of anal play and anal sex, so if that sort of thing disturbs you please choose another story to read.
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He looks again at her pictures. She is stunning. But in this case beauty comes at a rather large cost. She looks a bit like Rita Hayworth but the ad isn't a normal ad for a normal service. This beauty has her own dungeon, she is a mistress.
He is intrigued.
For three days he has returned to the New Zealand Girls website. He has read the details over and over and has stared intently at her pictures.
He is fascinated.
Does he have the strength to dial her number? Is this what he wants? He is vanilla, and he knows it. Paid for sex is all about finding a pretty girl who will open her legs for an acceptable amount of cash. Except for that one time of course, but even then he was the one who had the control. With Mistress S it would be different; he would have to give her the control.
He is nervous.
But he is also bored. And with boredom comes curiosity. Mistress S has a beginner's level. It is a session that is less about physical pain, and more about erotic control. Maybe it is time to try something new? Finally he decides. He breathes deeply and dials the number.
It goes to her message, but there is none. The phone beeps and he waits, then a voice tells him that his message is invalid. He doesn't know it, but the exquisite torture has now begun. He hesitates, and then hits redial quickly before he can change his mind. This time he leaves a message, but forgets to leave his own number. Feeling stupid he rings a third time to leave the number, and he trembles as he puts the phone down. It is done.
He waits.
It has been over an hour, and he is getting concerned. It is late now and he will only be in town tonight. Tomorrow, in reverse alphabetical order, he will travel back to Adelaide from Auckland. Yes, soon he will be back to his home town vanilla normality. Maybe she won't ring, thinking that it would be too late now? He picks up the phone, thinking he should leave a final message, and tell her that any time is OK, but it has to be tonight.
He is totally unprepared when she answers.
It is after midnight when he dials her number for the final time. He tells her he is outside, and her Kiwi accented voice says she is coming to open the door.
He looks around. The area is quite dark, and the door he is looking at is amongst some shops in a semi residential area. Can this really be a dungeon he wonders? He is doubtful, but he has come this far and it is too late to back out now.
The woman who opens the door is obviously the same person from the photos, but she is also different. She wears a long black dress which is cut low enough at the front to display her large breasts. They are neatly framed by her clearly visible deep red bra. She is the same woman as seen in the photos, voluptuous would be the word to use, but the photos were taken with fresh makeup and a fresh hairstyle. The woman who is in front of him now looks... used. Her hair hangs limply and her clothes are creased. His cock rises to attention; it has made its own decision. She looks like sex.
This is Rita Hayworth combined with Morticia Addams, and then sullied in the most erotic way.
They exchange greetings and she directs him down a passage. It looks like a typical office setup, a carpeted floor and walls decorated in neutral colours, with a number of doors leading off to the right. They come to a door at the end of the corridor, and when he goes through it he realizes that he has arrived in her area. One wall is raw stone and the decor is black. His footsteps echo loudly as he walks on, nervously wondering about what is going to happen next.
But it is when he goes through the next door that he gets the real surprise. Her dungeon is huge, big enough to house a full size basketball court. The floor is polished wood, the stone walls are black and there are black curtains covering what he assumes are windows on both sides of the room. There are full length black curtains at the back of the room too. A large alcove in the centre of the rear wall houses a timber platform, and in the middle of the platform is a full size raw timber cross with shackles attached to it. Later she will describe to him how she has just had a couple who are on their honeymoon spend two hours up there with her, but for now he can only imagine how the equipment is used.
At the near end of the big room there is a large single chair looking toward whatever action there may be. Heading toward the cross there are then two flat platforms about the size of a narrow bed. The closest one is lower that the next. A third platform is longer and taller again. It is arranged at a right angle to the others. He looks nervously at it, as the top is covered with the tools of her trade. There are whips of different types, there are cuffs and shackles, there are neat rows of condoms, there are industrial sized containers of lubricant, but his eyes nervously linger on the array of items designed to be inserted.
She stops him near the chair before he can really distinguish the individual items too clearly, and turns him toward her. They have the conversation they need to set the limits of the session. Has he done this before? He hasn't. What does he want? He is not sure, what is available? Has he experienced ass play before? He has. He calms a bit as she is obviously letting him write the script, even though she will be performing the lead role.
He wants an erotic experience, so he elects for mild pain only, and she says she will watch and stop if she sees that it is too much for him. He explains to her that he sometimes cannot maintain his erection, and she smiles and says he is doing fine so far. She is right; he has been hard since he saw her. He pays her the agreed price.
They finish talking and she leads him through one of the rear curtains to a bathroom. He is to shower and go back out to her taking only his towel. She leaves and he quickly undresses and thoroughly washes. He is getting into the situation and he does not want to disappoint his mistress.
He walks back out holding the towel by his side. He does not need to hide. She is sitting on the middle bench, and she looks down at his semi erect cock and smiles. She tells him to stand in front of her. No, closer she says, and then closer again. His cock is almost touching her legs when she has him in the position she wants, and then she takes his towel.
She puts a blindfold on him, and his other senses kick in, trying to compensate.
There is music in the background, dark harsh music. It echoes through the large room. He does not know the band Tool, so he cannot name them, but it suits the mood. He stands there for some time listening, not knowing what to do next. He waits for instruction. He knows she is examining his body and he wonders how she sees it. He knows he is fat these days, but the weight seems to be hard to get rid of. His once almost black hair is now almost white. He knows he has a fair bit of body hair too. What does she think?
She squeezes cold lubricant onto his cock and tells him to play with himself. He complies, and soon it is fully hard again. He wonders what she thinks of it. He knows it is nothing to be embarrassed about, but when she tells him he has a great cock he is relieved. He wants to please her.
She tells him to describe the wildest thing he has ever done sexually, and he hesitates momentarily. Then he tells her about the time he hired a transsexual escort and they did everything that they were equipped to do. But broad descriptions are not enough for her, she wants details. What exactly did they do? What positions did they use?
She asks him if it hurt to be fucked in the ass and he replies yes, but he also describes the orgasm he achieved while being impaled. She is excited by the story; he can hear that in her voice.
