I was at work when my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I saw the single letter 'M.' Mistress! I didn't let it ring a second time. From the other end, I heard the smoky, sensual voice say "Come," and I nearly did right there. She hung up, not needing to say anything more. I knew where to go. I left work early, got in my car and drove. It had been nearly three weeks since I last heard from her and I ached to see her again.
Some may think it strange to be so obsessed with this woman who I knew nearly nothing about. I do know that she's rich. And I mean super rich. She doesn't bother with cash, checks, or credit cards, things are always just taken care of. But don't think I'm some kind of gold digger or anything; I work an office job and live in anything but luxury. She's never given me any money, or paid my bills, or bought me expensive gifts. Well, there was one thing: a white leather dog collar, tastefully studded with eight large diamonds (real), and with 'PET' engraved in gold letters. It is my most treasured possession. Not because of the decadence, but because she gave it to me. I always kept it close by, and it was now in my glove box.
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We met about six months ago. I was in a nightclub, blowing off some steam by drinking and dancing the night away. As I was a pretty young woman in such circumstances, a number of men were eager to get to know me better. I hadn't gone out that night with the intention of meeting anyone, but as the night went on and the alcohol started to go to my head, I was getting kind of horny and began to reassess. I was considering the candidates for a potential one-night stand as we danced out on the floor when I saw her. She was in a private booth, watching the writhing bodies on the dance floor with a wicked little smile, gazing over everything like she owned it all.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I had only fooled around with other girls in high school and college, and had always preferred men, but I knew at that moment that I wanted her. Suddenly, she was looking right at me. My heart started racing even more than it had been, and I started dancing again. I don't know why I didn't just go over there and talk to her. Maybe it was the private booth, maybe I just wanted to show off a little. Kind of like saying 'I know you're watching me, look how sexy I am.' As I danced, I kept looking back to see if she would keep watching. She never looked away, with that predatory grin making my pussy just so wet. Eventually, she raised her hand and crooked a finger at me, allowing me to approach her.
I navigated my way across the dance floor and up to her booth. With a playful smile, I said "Hey there!" practically shouting to be heard over the noise of the club.
"Hey yourself," she answered. Indicating the empty bench beside her, she said "Join me." I hopped into the seat and introduced myself while she poured a couple of glasses of champagne from the bottle on the table. She was probably in her early to mid-thirties, but if she said she was twenty-one I would have believed her. Dark hair and flawless pale skin made me think of a grown-up version of Snow White. A Snow White who had become a queen, made that prince her bitch, and was now on the hunt for a new sexual toy.
She said "I liked watching you dance."
"Thanks," I said, sipping the offered drink.
"You seem pretty popular tonight."
"Yeah, I guess. But those guys will probably hit on anything with tits."
"Were you thinking about sleeping with any of them?"
Wow. Pretty direct, right? "Well...thinking about it..." I said, trying to be coy. "But then I saw you."
Her smile grew just slightly. She leaned in closer and my breath caught in my throat. "Would you like to go somewhere quieter?"
"Do you mind if I get noisy?"
She grabbed the bottle of champagne and led me by the hand to the door. One thing I noticed when we stood up was that she was quite taller than me. I'm only 5'6" and she was wearing four-inch heels at the time, which made her a full head taller than me, and actually put me at eye level with her spectacular rack. Awesome. Outside, we barely had to wait any time at all before a classy black limo with tinted windows pulled up to the curb and the driver held the door open for us to climb in the back. The interior was furnished with black leather, and there was even a bar on one side. Wrapped in out private little bubble, we drank the rest of the bottle and flirted as the limo drove us I didn't care where. Somehow she steered the conversation so it never really came to a point where we could just start making out. There was quite a bit of touching, though nothing too sexual.
We went to a hotel, a really fancy one, where we walked right on in past the front desk. She led me up to a huge suite that probably had more space in it than the house I grew up in. There was even a hot tub. I had no doubt that, if she had asked (or more likely ordered) it to be filled with champagne, it would have been done.
After a little more flirting and teasing, she led me to the hot tub. She stripped down, and what a sight that was! I stood transfixed, admiring her uncovered cream colored flesh as she slipped into the water. She sat on the other side, arms on the edge of the pool, her magnificent breasts with dark areola and stiff nipples the size of the ends of my pinky finger resting just above the waterline. I noticed my jaw was open and closed it and was about to rip my own clothes off. "Go slow," she said. I stopped myself from tearing my clothes apart, instead starting to do a little striptease. She looked on hungrily as I took off everything. When I was naked, she gave a low growl, and I stepped down in to the water. Then, we were naked together in a hot tub.
It was at this point that she just kind of...took charge. She was very gentleβwell, mostly. Every action was very calculated, very controlled and yet passionate and hungry. She took me in a way I had never dreamed of, simply owning me. I don't know how long it all lasted, nor when we finally fell asleep in the huge, soft bed, her holding me close in her arms, my head resting on her breast (Best. Pillow. Ever.).
We woke up late the next morning. We lazily made love again before showering together. After an expensive-looking brunch, I gathered my things together. She led me to the door and I suddenly felt very embarrassed. I said "I, uh, I don't think you actually ever told me your name."
"No, I didn't"
Standing at the door, I kept my eyes on my feet. "So I guess there's no chance of seeing you again..."
"Check your phone contacts."