Mature Dominatrix Next Door
Mistress Sofia had her crossed legs stretched out before her. Black five inch high heels encased her feet. The heels adorned with small, shiny, metal spikes along their sides. The spikes digging into my bare back with the weight of her legs resting on me. I kneeled there before her with my head down to the floor. I was her human footrest at this moment. Thankful to be in her dominant presence. My only item of clothing being the black leather collar she placed around my neck every time I got to serve this Goddess.
Her long petite ankles led up to her perfectly shaped calves and firm thighs. The black stockings made of expensive silk are held in place by a garter belt that framed her white hips. No panties covered her sex. Her naked ass sitting on the soft couch. A black bra with lacy pattern that matched the garter belt, held up her magnificent "D" cups breasts. Her white skin looks soft and elegant. Her stunningly beautiful face looking down at me.
Mistress Sofia has dark piercing eyes that seem to look into you, but also are soft and kind at the same time. Her black straight hair comes down a few inches past her shoulders. She was 5 ft. 8 in. tall and every square inch was sexy. She has a Eastern European look to her. At fifty years of age she has a womanly hourglass shape that I found irresistible, and she had control of me, mind and body.
I had just finished orally worshipping her sweet pussy. She had used my tongue to bring herself to two powerful orgasms. I then was ordered to get her a drink, which I did quickly and returned. When she placed her feet on my back she told me she had to talk to me about something. This made me apprehensive and nervous.
This usually meant something was going to change, and I liked our relationship as it was currently. Dominatrix and submissive. Mistress and sex slave. She kept silent for a few minutes sipping the glass of red wine that I had brought her before assuming my submissive posture. This gave me time to reflect on our situation. My submissive journey with her had started about eighteen months ago.
Two years earlier
It was my 18th birthday. It was a weekday and my parents were at work. I had just graduated a few days before that, and I did not have to go to work that day, so I was just lounging around the house. I was only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt.
The door bell rang and I went to answer it not thinking about how I was dressed. I played several high school sports so I had worked hard to stay in shape. I was 6 ft. tall and 180 lbs. I was mostly muscle, but did not have a lot of bulk. Just fit and tone. When I opened the door our neighbor, Ms. Richards was standing there with a very intricately wrapped box with a big bow on it.
Ms. Sophia Richards had moved in next door 4 years ago. At that time Ms. Richards was recently divorced after over twenty years of marriage. She was starting her life over at the age of 44. Having married right out of college to a man a few years older than her and worked to support her husband as he started school to get a degree. She was smart and ambitious and did well for herself in the business world. She helped her husband start his own company, which often was not making money at first. She would work her normal job all day and then in the evenings pitch in at his company to help make it a success.
After years of hard work, it started to pay off for them. They bought a very large house on several acres of land. Neither of them wanted children so they could have the freedom to go out or travel whenever they wanted. The business was thriving, and they were enjoying life. He started to enjoy life without her though. He left her for a 22 year old that ran the spin class at the gym where they had a membership. I cannot imagine why anyone would leave such a sexy creature as Ms. Richards.
She took him to the cleaners in the divorce. She got the house and half the business. He also had to pay a huge amount of alimony. He bought out her half of the company, and gave her a lump sum for the alimony instead of monthly payments. He was anxious to move on in his new life. She had now sold the house and retired from her job. She could live on the savings and interest and never worry about money again. Her personal internal strength had gotten her through a difficult time, and now she could enjoy her life however she wanted.
"Happy 18th birthday sweetie." she said with a big smile. She always called me "sweetie". It was just her nice little nick name for the neighbor kid. I took the box from her and stepped aside inviting her in. I followed her into the family room noticing her attire. She was wearing a tight black skirt that stopped just above her knee. She had on black stockings with a seam up the back. Deep blue 4" pumps encased her delicate feet. Her shiny silk top matched the color of the shoes and she had an extra button undone at the top showing a little cleavage. Her lips were bright red from the glossy lipstick she had expertly applied.
"Please have a seat" I said as I suddenly felt strange standing there with no shirt on. "Let me just get a shirt on and I'll be right back. Can I bring you something to drink?" Not knowing how to run the coffee maker I was glad she declined. Quickly returning more appropriately dressed I sat down across from her. She sat smiling at me with her right leg crossed over the left. "Go on, open your present sweetie" she said softly. I reached up and picked up the wrapped box.
"You didn't have to get me anything Ms. Richards." She had always got me a card for my birthday and usually a gift card for $25. As she was our neighbor and friends with my parents it certainly wasn't expected to get a birthday gift from her, but I always appreciated her thoughtfulness.
"Eighteen years old is a big deal. You only become a man once." She said with a smile. I didn't quite pick up on her unique phrasing, but I did like the sound of it coming from her.
I carefully took off the ribbon and bow and peeled off the fancy wrapping paper. Inside was a large book. It was about an exotic car. Not any car, it was my dream car. I had always liked exotic sports cars, but this one was my favorite. This book was like the bible of that car. I had looked at it online several times. I knew it was well over $200. It had everything you would ever want to know about this car. I was taken aback by this incredibly thoughtful gesture on her part.
How did she know? I never asked for the book from my parents. I never mentioned the book in-front of her. She was just very smart, and very observant, and very thoughtful.
"Thank you so much Ms. Richards. This is amazing. I can't believe... I don't know how... you.." I fumbled over my words and thoughts trying to express my gratitude.
