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.
"Thank you slut', she said with a smile. 'Now watch', she bunched them up tightly, unbuttoned her leather coat, and shoved them into her see-through black panties, pushing them deeply into her crack.
"Oh my God.' He said. Crack as the crop swung again this time expertly on the ball sack. He doubled in pain. 'Ahh, Mistress, you said you would never hurt my balls.' His hands covered his now shrinking cock and balls. Crack.
This time the crop hit his hands.
"Slut, listen. Do not speak, do not move, do not protect yourself. We are going to fix you. So that you can serve me. KNEEL.'
He dropped to the floor on his knees, hands trembling, balls screaming in pain. Shrunken, broken, flaccid. 'Yes Miss'
s he mumbled. She stepped in close, reached into her pocket. 'Close your eyes. Breathe in deeply.' He did as he was told. Her scent filled his awareness. Click. A collar was placed around his neck. 'Now you are mine. All of you, not just your dick. 'STAND.'
His hands reached for the collar, Crack ' Its going to be a long day for you Art, a long painful frustrating day, if you don't smarten up.'
'Yes Miss.'
He dropped his hands to his side, twitching in anticipation. He his dick found its desire outweighed its fear and began to thicken. 'Come with me slut.' She clipped a leather leash to the collar and pulled him forward to the larger room at the end of the hall.
Her heels clipped on the hardwood floors, her hips swayed mesmerizingly, he stared at the seams on her stockings, so straight so sheer and tight. 'Stop staring slut.'
'Yes Miss.' he said.
The room was large, warmly lit, with up lights, and undermounted lights on nearly every item. There were couches, benches, a cross, and several other items he did not know the purpose of. She led him to a chair under mounted in red lights. it had a broad front edge that concaved inwards. It was clad in red velvet, the arms had manacles hanging from each side and the front legs also had them. She stopped him 5 feet from the chair. ' KNEEL.'