Art arrived at the address from the email and GPS address his e-Dom 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 through 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, in him being punished for over an hour with the prostate massager set on random and being adjusted by her remotely. He looked down, fuck he was getting hard. How long had he stood at the door? Should I do this he thought? This is way beyond a simple edging session, the last two months had been a whirlwind of new experiences.
He knocked.
After 3 minutes the door opened. "you are 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-Dom or he could be really in it, really not have control, and truly submit. Thousands 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 slid across and a an 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 in total for the first time. High red heels, sheer black stockings, that he saw through the flash of her long leather coat which 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 on her face gave her a severe, powerful and cruel look. Fuck..it was hot the though he 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, pungent 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 breasts jutting out at the top. Was that a latex top and silk?
Crack, her stock cracked across his thigh, pain shot through his inner thigh at the most tender section shit, shit that was not what he liked, damn it. MOVE. He got down to his jocks. She smiled. 'Oh so you thought wearing those silly sheer tight briefs would win you favors did you? So sad. Take them off and give them to me.'
'Yes Miss'. He cock had sprung to attention as he had begun undressing. It pushed against the synthetic material straining upwards. He took them and handed them to her.