This story contains corporal punishment, strapon and other fucking, dildo gag, femdom/male and femdom/female, cunnilingus, and golden showers. If any of these are not to your taste then I advise you not read any further.
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He sat in his car watching the rain running down the windscreen like melting glass. He'd been there for several minutes staring ahead with unseeing eyes as the thoughts spun round in his mind. Had he made the correct decision? It was some time since he'd booked this appointment but he was still uncertain and undecided even at this late stage. But he'd already spent too much money to stop.
He had always known he was submissive since his teens. After twenty years of marriage he plucked up the courage to tell his wife and ask her to be his mistress. That was a mistake. Their marriage never recovered and not long afterwards she left him and, at the age of fifty, with no wife and no children, he found himself alone.
The internet was marvellous. Once he made his decision he quickly found a mistress who offered services that satisfied his needs.
He switched on the wipers and stared at the house. It was not what he had expected and he wondered if he had found the right house. But this was where the GPS had brought him. He had checked the name at the end of the street and the number on the wall was correct. Once again he checked the address in the email. This had to be it. Taking a deep breath he opened the car door, rose from the seat to which he'd been glued, and walked slowly across the road. There was a narrow alleyway running by the side of the house and halfway down a plain door which, by its appearance, had last been given a coat of paint a long time ago.
As instructed he pressed the bell and was surprised when the door was opened not by Mistress Kia, but by an attractive woman dressed as a schoolgirl. Stilettos, thigh highs, and a plaid skirt that came to just below her crotch. A white blouse, tied at the waist, and with a black bra clearly visible. Cropped blonde hair and, to complete the image, a lollipop in her mouth which she removed to speak.
"William?" she inquired in a teenage voice, keeping up the schoolgirl image, knowing full well it was him.
His mouth was agape and all he could do was nod.
"Please come in."
She began to walk down the hallway, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor. The interior of the house, judging by the hallway alone, was much different from outside. From the outside it looked in much need of some tender loving care but not so inside, from what he could see.
Looking over her shoulder she saw him still standing there. "Follow me," she said, in a much firmer voice, and stopped him at the next door. "Please remove your shoes. The Mistress is very particular as regards cleanliness." She led him into an office with a beautiful oak desk, the usual office equipment and what looked like a very comfortable couch. But apart from these a spartan appearance although decorated with excellent taste.
"You will address me as Miss Julie," she said, getting down to business right away. "Do you have the balance of the tribute?"
He handed three hundred pounds in cash to her, having already transferred the three hundred pounds deposit, for the two hour session he had booked.
"The Mistress requires all her clients to be clean," she said, in a voice that indicated it was not up for discussion. "You will find a shower room through there." She indicated a door at the end of the office. "You will also need this." She handed him a rubber bulb from which protruded a plastic tube. "Do you know how to use it?"
"Yes, Miss Julie," he said quietly.
"She requires a client to be completely clean. Put your clothing in the basket, and after showering put on the bathrobe provided."
He was beginning to appreciate that the impression he had gained from her website was correct. The door hid a bathroom far better than he had ever seen before, except in the those shown in the designer magazines and belonging to the rich and famous. It suddenly came to him it had probably been a living room, judging by the size. He stepped into the shower, large enough to hold at least three people, and noticed, for the first time, leather handcuffs hanging from the wall and also a few inches from the floor. His imagination began to work but then he remembered why he was here and the tone of Miss Julie's voice had suggested he should not waste time. After his shower, wearing the robe, he opened the door to find her waiting.
"Are you clean? Did you use the douche?" she demanded.
"Yes, Miss Julie."
"You may sit on the couch until Mistress is ready to see you."
He sat and waited. There was no clock in the office and his watch was with his clothes in the bathroom. He tried counting seconds in his mind but kept losing track. By the time he saw the light on the desk flash he had memorised most of the room's contents.
"Mistress is ready for you now. Remove the robe and follow me."
He dutifully rose and followed her into the hall towards a set of oak panelled doors.
"Wait here. I will give you permission to enter when Mistress is ready for you." Opening the door, she stepped inside and closed it behind her.
"What's he like Julie?"
"He's very nervous, Kia. As you would expect from a first timer. But he's good looking and, for his age, in quite good condition. You'll also be pleased to know he's fairly well equipped."
"Excellent. It's so much better when I've got something worthwhile to work with," she laughed. "We'd better not keep him waiting any longer. After all he is paying for the pleasure of serving me."
He stood staring at the door as the seconds, seeming like minutes, ticked away and although the hallway wasn't cold he shivered in anticipation of what lay behind the door.
"Mistress will see you now," said Julie, opening the door wider and, with a gesture, instructing him to enter.
For the first time he saw Mistress Kia in person. She held a riding crop in a leather gloved hand, tapping it against the top of her boot. In the subdued light he gazed at her in adoration. She watched him through the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen, enjoying the look on his face and waiting long enough for her words to take effect.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Excuse me, Mistress?" He had rehearsed how to speak to her so many times. He didn't want to make a mistake. Especially not a simple one. He didn't want to annoy her.
"You're staring at me. How dare you! On your knees. Head down. You do not look at your Mistress unless she allows it."
He sank to his knees faster than he would ever have thought possible. He heard the sound of the door shutting behind him and the heels of Miss Julie as she walked past him.
"You may raise your eyes."
The red, knee high, leather boots instantly created a feeling within him. Black latex trousers tucked into the boots, a broad red leather belt, and a black leather jacket zipped to the neck. Her jet black hair, framing her perfect features, fell over her shoulders and her eyes blazed with fire as she inspected the person who had paid a king's ransom to be abused by her. She continued tapping the crop against her boot, the slap of leather reverberating around the room. His eyes were drawn to the crop, as she intended, and the sound penetrated his brain. She held it in both hands and it took him a few moments to realise the sound had ceased. He raised his eyes, realised his mistake, and quickly lowered them.
"Too late," she said, in a voice tinged with laughter. She walked over to a padded leather stool, sat down, and murmured, "Crawl to me."
As quickly as he could on his hands and knees he made his way to her, being careful not to raise his eyes. His eyes came to rest on her feet and he stopped.
"Sit up."
With some trepidation he raised himself into a sitting position but, unsure what to do, still kept his eyes lowered.
"You may look at me."
Grateful for the permission he once again gazed at her in adoration. Her photos had been true.
"I need to check your details. You wish me to call you William. Is that correct."
"Yes please, Mistress. My name is William and I would be pleased if you would use it."
"Very well, William. Now I need to check some things. You safe words are red of you want me to stop whatever I'm doing. I will stop immediately but that will not mean the session will end. Unless you tell me you want the session to end. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"If everything is getting too much for you, but you don't want me to stop completely, the word is amber. I will then stop until you feel able to continue. Okay?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"If I stop, but you want me to continue, the word is green. If you want me to increase the severity of what I'm doing the word is green. Okay?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Is there anything you want to ask me?"
"I've not visited a mistress before and although I've watched videos and read stories I'm not sure how harsh you will be with me. I want to find out the amount of pain I can withstand but I still want to enjoy myself. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense and I know exactly what you mean. You're not my first client and everyone has those same concerns. The first thing I must make clear are those videos and stories are not real. They are fiction. What we will enjoy, together, is a much more intimate time together. Your time with me will be about your enjoyment. I enjoy what I do but I'm not a sadist. I need you to trust me because you are going to be restrained. Just remember your safe words."
He nodded.
"I need you to say you understand, William."
"I understand, Mistress. Please may we continue?"
"Okay. Bend over my knees."
A simple instruction and as he obeyed she opened her legs his engorged member slipping between her thighs. She manoeuvred him into a comfortable position, pulled her knees together, trapping him between her thighs. "Hold still, William," she said, resting her left hand in his back.
He couldn't see her raising her right hand but he felt it as her palm connected with his skin and the pain entered his body. Despite his efforts he couldn't prevent a gasp escaping his lips.
"No noise please, William. Grit your teeth, or whatever else you want to do, but I don't want to hear another sound otherwise I will have to gag you. I want you to show me you have control. Another nineteen spankings to go."
