How I Met My Mistress

PART 1

~I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on my Mistress...~

I was new in town and had not made many friends, male or female.

This may have been because I was a 'Goth' and a romantic one at that. I walked around in velvet and lace, make-up always artfully applied and a far-away look on my face.

Then one day I was walking to the bus stop when I saw a woman standing on a street corner, she had long red hair down to her waist and was wearing a pvc corselet, long flowing skirt and go-to-hell boots.

I stopped and stared at her, she was beautiful, an angel personified.

I walked over to her, she looked at me disdainfully.

"Excuse me Madam, you must think me strange but you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. My name's Carli, and you are?"

I held my hand out but she only looked at me.

"You appeal to me slut, come to my house tonight if you really want to get to know me."

With that she handed me an envelope marked 'SLUT' in bold letters and walked away.

I opened the envelope; in it was a piece of paper with hand-written instructions on it.

It said to wear boots, a short skirt, a boob tube and a fur jacket.

It also gave the address of a house and ended with the ominous warning:

"You will experience unimaginable levels of pain and humiliation tonight, be prepared my slutty little whore."

It was signed 'Heather' in flowery script.

I shoved it in my bag and hurried home to get dressed...

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PART 2

I had rushed home and found the articles of clothing I was to wear and was now walking down a street in a part of town I had never visited.

I found the house and walked up the drive.

I was wearing a suede, tan skirt and a tan boob tube, my knee-high boots and a short fur-lined jacket that made me look like a call girl.

I knocked on the door and stood in the drive feeling very self-conscious, the door swung open and She was there.

She wore a red pvc cat suit and ankle boots with 4 inch heels. Her red hair falls to her waist; she is beautiful.

She pulls me towards her and kisses me, my lips opened in surprise and I responded automatically, our tongues touched and She ran her hands over my body. I felt my nipples harden at Her touch and I did not protest; I was powerless before this enchantress. She pushed my wrist behind my back as she kissed me, a deep soulful kiss.

I heard the metal click of the handcuffs before I realised they were on my hands, I could not protest as I was still locked in the longest kiss of my life.

My body betrayed my mind as I felt my cunt start to throb and my juices trickled down my thigh.

She rubbed my smooth pussy with one hand while the other freed my tits from the boob tube and pinched my nipples.

She takes my hair in one hand and pushes me away, breaking the never-ending kiss; She then leans down and bites my breast hard, just drawing blood.

I think about what I am doing, standing in a stranger’s driveway in a small town. Handcuffed and dressed like a cheap prostitute.

Being fingered and mauled by this mysterious angel.

Before I realise what is happening a wave of pleasure runs through my body and I cum. With that She unlocks the cuffs and walks into the house, leaving the door open.

I follow her inside quickly…

PART 3

I follow this beautiful enchantress down a long corridor, our boots clicking on the smooth marble floor.

The woman turns and commands me to strip, leaving my boots and fur jacket, before I enter the next room. She adds that I must enter on my hands and knees before vanishing inside.

I quickly remove my clothes, I am not hesitant for some reason. This woman has control of me completely.

I get on my knees and crawl into the room, my eyes downcast. The woman grabs my hair before I see her and slips a sleek leather collar round my neck, she attaches a leash to it and walks on. I follow as best I can, trying not to be choked.

She walks to a heavy, wooden chair in the middle of the room and clips my lead to the arm of the chair as she sits down.

She unzips her cat suit, I can smell her wet cunt.

She orders me to lick her clean, I turn to my task eagerly.

I lick quickly, chewing her clit gently and sliding my tongue deep into her cunt.

She starts to rub my pussy with the toe of her boot, I reach down and stroke her foot and leg, licking the whole time. She responds by sliding the tip of her boot into my cunt.

Suddenly, without warning she cums, her juices flowing into my mouth, I swallow as much as I can, the rest running down onto my breasts and jacket.

She stands up and walks towards the door. I realise that I'm tied to a chair that's bolted to the floor, I call out 'Mistress' softly, she turns around and looks down at me.

"Wait slut"

I resign myself to my fate and sit quietly, feeling her juices on my face and my juices on my legs.

PART 4

I sit curled up on the floor patiently, the minutes tick by and melt into hours. I must have fallen asleep as I was awoken by the sound of heels clicking across the hard wooden floor, the door swung open and my heart leapt at the thought of my Mistress returning.

It wasn’t Her.

It was another women in a maid’s outfit made of heavy rubber. She had a tiny corseted waist, less than sixteen inches and her large breasts looked as if they were about to spill out of her top. She walked toward me quickly- quickly for someone wearing six-inch heels; I noticed that each shoe had a small padlock on it so she could not undo them. She wore a four-inch, gleaming metal collar around her neck, forcing her to look straight ahead. In her mouth was a bright red ball gag, securely fastened. Her hair was piled high on top of her head and lacquered in place.

She held a tray with a letter and my house-key on it, I noticed that the tray was welded to her long rubber gloves; I realised that she was a living maid-doll. I felt a pang of jealousy that this beautiful woman lived to serve my Mistress, I wanted to kill her and take her place. At the same time I realised that I had become wet from seeing this enchanting creature – now I wanted to fuck her then kill her.

I opened the letter and read it:

“Go home slut, you have displeased me greatly, leave now and never return you silly little whore.”

I ran out of the house, tears streaming down my face. How could She be displeased with me? I loved Her and would do anything for Her.

When I arrived home there was a box inside the door with a note pinned to it:

“Hurry slut, you only have ten minutes.”

I started laughing as I tore the wrapping from the box. She wanted me after all.

Inside the box is another letter and a ball gag and a pair of hand-cuffs.

The instructions are simple, strip, gag yourself, unlock the door and when the doorbell goes lie down, facing away from the door and cuff your hands behind your back.

I strip hurriedly and slip the new gag into my mouth, it tastes of rubber and is firm under my bite. I hear foot-steps on the stairs and hurriedly unlock the door.

I lie down and slip my cuffs on, the ratchet making a satisfying click as I close them.

The door opens and someone walks in, the door closes again. I feel someone sit on my shoulders, it is not my Mistress, it is a man.

I struggle but he pulls my ponytail back and raps bondage tape around my eyes, soon my whole head is encased in the black tape and I am only just able to breath through my nose.

The man straps a cuff around each of my elbows and ankles, he then runs a rope from my ankles to my elbows, drawing the rope tight I feel my body bend backward into a bow shape, he wraps the excess rope tightly around my arms, drawing them together. I feel my feet touch my elbows and scream in pain, he threads another rope through my pony-tail and ties it off around my ankle, I am now bent backwards and I scream and scream, tears running down my cheeks. The bondage tape reacts to my tears and saliva and becomes stickier and more oppressive.

“Hush little one, the pain will go away.”

The man tries to soothe me as he rummages in a bag.

He pushes me onto my side and grabs my left tit roughly, I feel a sharp pain rush through my nipple.

“Your Mistress is angry little one, She wants you pierced.”

He slowly pushes the ring through the hole made by the needle and clips it together.

“I have orders to release you in one hour sweet-heart, be good for me.”

He pushes me down so I am again lying on my stomach and walks away.

I hear him walking around my kitchen.

The ring pushes against my nipple and throbs as my body slowly adjusts to it’s new position.

I stop screaming and realise that I am very wet, my cunt is dripping and I can feel a pool of juice on the wooden floor underneath me.

Suddenly I hear the man’s mobile ring, he talks quietly and hangs up.

“Sorry love, change of plan.”

He whispers into my ear, making me jump.

Then I feel a needle enter my arm and everything goes black…