Art arrived at the address from the email, and GPS address his e-Domme had provided.
He had little instruction other than to arrive clean, and ready to serve.
His hand shook. Wild thoughts raced through his mind, was this safe, who was she really, he did not know her name, did not know what she looked like. Well he did know how luscious her pussy was he had seen that thru her panties online as she fingered herself as a reward for him while he jacked off to it with the remote control prostate massager pounding in his ass. That was sublime. He had exploded at that, and came without permission. That session ended badly being punished for over an hour with the prostate massager set on random and being adjust by her remotely. He looked down, fuck he was getting hard. How long had he stood at the door?
He knocked.
After 3 minutes the door opened. "your late slut." said the woman.
He stuttered, stunned at what he saw. "But I .. I was here, I got nervous? I was..."
Shut UP, come in, you always ruin the fun, she said in a stern voice.
The door swung further open and revealed a dimly lit hallway, leading to a open lounge area, he saw all manner of equipment in the room. He stood at the threshold. This was it.
He could walk away now, and find a new e-Domme or he could be really in it, really not have control, and truly submit. 1,000's of questions ran through his mind.
'Three seconds bitch in or out, know that if you come in, your hesitation is going to be punished. Or leave and we are done."
He crossed the threshold. there was no question now, he needed what she did online and he wanted to know if he could truly submit, serve and expand his sexual horizons. He wanted to taste her in the flesh, he wanted to fuck her..shit bad thought. She will ruin me if she finds that out.
The door slammed behind him, a bolt slide across and a automated door lock clicked. He was trapped. Shit...maybe this was not a good idea.
Mistress D walked around to face him, as she placed her phone in her pocket.
"STRIP"
Yes Ma'am.
He fumbled with buttons zippers, and shoes.
He looked at her helplessly.
DO NOT LOOK at me. STRIP.
What he had seen, stunned him. In a glance at the door, and just now he had seen her. High red heels, sheer black stockings, that he saw through the flash of her long leather coat ended at her strong thick thigh.
The Leather coat had a high collar, and framed her face. Thick red lipstick, big fake eyelashes, hard makeup making her face gave her a severe, powerful and cruel look. Fuck..it was hot the thought. But her eyes were the highlight, big bright and hard blue, with a salacious leer. Her hair was thick and flowing cascading over her shoulders. Her scent overwhelmed him, sex, vanilla, flowers, romance, a strange touch of manly sandalwood.
The coat hid her ample frame, he could not see curves through the heavy straight lines of the jacket, except her large breast jutting out at the top. Was that a latex top and silk?
Crack, her stock cracked across his thigh. MOVE. He got to his jocks. She smiled. 'Oh so you thought wearing those silly sheer tight briefs would win you favours did you? So sad. Take them off and give them to me.'