Meeting 9

We had known each other for a while. Business partners. Through our conversations over the years we had gotten to know each other. Somewhere along the line our conversations became personal, and like happens with many men and women the conversation turned to sex. Through those conversations we discovered that we had more in common than we realized. We are both very involved with others, and even in our conversations talked about each of our significant others and things that we did together.

I am submissive and my friend, she is dominate. We talked about our likes and dislikes, our experience with in BDSM, and things we would like to try. Our talk finally led to her becoming my online Mistress. I would serve her online, she gave me a name, and things she would suggest for me to do with my significant, or rather try and have her do with me. My significant other is not nearly as dominate as I would like her to be, although we have discussed it much. It is just not her thing. That is fine with me. I understand it is not for everyone, and I still love her very much. But that need to be submissive and controlled is very strong in me, so I try to curb it as best I can, and through whatever means my significant other may sometimes employee on me.

But my conversations with Mistress are always exciting and the thoughts of her actually taking control of me, once in a while is overwhelmingly exciting. Because of our schedules and busy lives, I figured that actually meeting each other for any amount of time beyond business matters was never going to happen, so I just confined myself to our fun banter and play online. It has always been a lot of fun for each of us.

Well as luck, or fate would have it, we happened to be at the same place at the same time; a truly total random happenstance. We gave each other a hug hello and asked what the other one was doing there. We both were at two different conferences that somehow happened to be at the same hotel convention center. We asked what the other was doing that evening in hopes that we could catch up with each other a little bit. We both had business obligations and decided to meet in the bar area at around 9pm.

I must say that throughout the rest of the day I was hugely excited about getting together with Mistress. I had no specific expectations, but looked forward to really being able to talk directly to her about things we had talked about online.

I walked into the bar around 8:45pm and ordered a drink. I sat at a small table and waited for Mistress to show. There were only a couple of people in the dimly lit bar. My heart began to beat a little harder in anticipation of meeting Mistress. Exactly at 9pm she walked into the bar.

Mistress is a tall lady at 5', 11". She is nicely proportioned from top to bottom, with nice ample breasts and beautifully shaped hips and butt. She has a beautiful smile and dark brown friendly eyes. She was wearing a nice pair of jeans, a light-weight white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to provide a teasing show of cleavage. She had on a nice pair of medium heals that showed off the sexy shape of her foot.

She was a beautiful sight of confidence as she walked across the room. She stopped at the bar and asked the bartender to fix her a drink and then she walked over. I stood and we embraced and I kissed her on the cheek. I then pulled the chair out for her and she sat down.

"Thanks Slave!", which caught me way off guard, since I was not expecting to hear that, especially in a public place.

"UH.......Your welcome Mistress."

"That was a slow response Slave,' she said non-chalantly. "We will have to work on that, among other things."

My heart was really pounding hard at this point. The conversation went on for a while about general topics. I saw Mistress look at her watch a few times and so I asked her.

"Do you need to be somewhere Mistress?"

"Possibly."

"Possibly," I inquired. "That is if you are willing to go with me?"

Hmmm! That sounded interesting if not cryptic.

"And where would that be Mistress?"

"Well, after I saw you today, I made a few special phone calls to see if I could find a place in town where we might be able to play for real. I found a place that said they would be glad to have us come over. So the question now is...are you up for it? Do you really want to test those limits you speak about? Are you truly willing to let me take complete control of you and have you serve me?"

Wow! I was taken aback. Could this really be happening. My heart began to beat super fast. Holy shit! I couldn't make any words come out.

"Well, what's it going to be...put up or shut up", she said.

"I'mmm....I'mmm", stammering like an idiot.

"I figured you wouldn't do it if it came down to it," she began to get up.

"NO WAIT!," was all I could get out, and saying it way to loud as all the heads turn towards us.

She sat back down, "Yes?"

Now whispering from embarrassment, "Mistress, you caught me off guard. I was not expecting this. Of course I would be honored to serve you. Please don't leave. I am yours for the taking."

"Well then, my slave does have some balls after all. I hope they are ready for what is about to occur this evening. We have a little more time before we have to leave, so we can talk a little bit about what is going to happen and the rules of engagement here."

She leaned over closer to me and cupped my chin in her hand. Looking me straight in the eye she said, "You are about to have all your wishes come true. I hope you are ready." Then she lightly kissed me on the lips.

"You are no longer allowed to have any alcohol this evening. I want you to experience this as sober as possible. I too will be alcohol free. The drink I am having is actually just coke. So I am as sober as can be."

I was extremely nervous. My palms were sweating, my heart was pounding. I was breathing heavy. The anticipation of what was to occur had my adrenalin flowing like crazy.

"Okay my slave, here goes. 1. You will do exactly as I say, when I say it, and how I tell you to do it. If I see any hesitation or perceived hesitation on your part, you will be punished. 2. You will not speak unless spoken to. Any deviation from that will result in punishment. 3. All responses from you will begin with "Mistress" and end with "Mistress". Failure to do it right will result in punishment. 4. You will be allowed a safe word and a safe movement. Because you may be gagged at times, we need to have both. However, you only get to use the safe word or movement a combination of three times. Once the third time is used, all play stops and we will no longer play our game. Are there any questions?"

"Mistress, No Mistress," I said.

"Good. Now as a quick test, I want you to quickly get down on your knees and kiss both of my feet. Then you may return to your chair."

I embarrassingly got down on my knees beneath the table. Mistress quickly popped off her high heels and extended each foot to me as I kissed them. I could smell the sweat scent of her essence as I kissed them.

I then quickly returned to my seat, afraid to look around the room so that I would not see who noticed what happened.

"Nice start slave. It is now time for us to leave. As we get up to leave, you will remain two paces behind me all the way out. You are no longer worthy to be in front or beside me."

We both got up and headed out the door. No one seemed to pay us any attention. Thank God.

Once we were outside the bar, Mistress motioned me to the bathroom.

"Slave, you are to go inside and pee. Before you leave you are to take off your underwear, socks, shoes, and belt, and give them to me. I will be here waiting impatiently. And I mean impatiently."

I hurried off to the bathroom. Once I unzipped my fly, I found that I was semi-hard with just the slightest bit of pre-cum juices coming out of the end of my penis. I peed as quickly as nature would allow. I then washed my hands. I removed my pants and then my underwear. I put my pants back on and then removed my sock, shoes and belt. I gathered them up and then left the bathroom.

Mistress was standing in a crossed arm position, leaning to one side and tapping her toes on her left foot. She had a scowl on her face.

"You have made me wait here to long. You will be punished for that."

I handed her my items and she put them in her purse. She turned and led the way to the lobby of the building. I followed a couple of paces behind.

She told the bellman that she needed a cab. He whistled one forward and he opened the door for her. She got in.

He then turned to me, because I was so far behind Mistress, and asked me if I needed a cab. Mistress spoke up quickly and said that I was with her.

"Come on Slave!," taking the bellman by surprise.

"Where to?"

Mistress gave him the cabbie the address and we were off.

"Slave, remove you pants."

I am thinking "what?"

Sternly under her breathe, "REMOVE YOUR PANTS, NOW!"

I removed my pants and handed them to her.

"Now your Shirt"

There I sat in the back of a cab totally naked.

"Hold out your hands."

As I did Mistress began to tie them snuggly with my belt, leaving a nice end of the belt for pulling on.

"Now get into the floor board of the car and begin licking, sucking and kissing my feet."

I get down as she asked and she kicks off her shoes and provides me with her feet. I begin licking up and down each sole, loving the soft feel of her arch. I work my way to the toes and begin to suck and tongue each one individually.

I made oral love to her feet for about 10 minutes when she told me to get up.

I crawled back up to the seat as we pulled into a long drive way in a very ritzie looking part of town. I was a little self conscious about being naked, but I knew I must follow Mistress' orders or the game was over.

The cab pulled up to a very large house. Mistress paid the cab driver. She had already gathered up all my clothes in a plastic bag. She opened the door and got out. She pulled the belt that bound my wrists and I quickly made my way out of the car. As the cab pulled off I could hear the cab driver laughing.

Mistress pulled me along a walk way that led to a side entrance of the house. A small red light was on at the door. She rang a buzzer. On a small speaker a voiced asked who it was. Mistress identified herself and me as her slave. "You may enter," was the reply.

A small buzzing indicated to Mistress to open the door. Mistress entered pulling me along. The entranceway was completely dark except for a small faint set of lights that lined one side of the floor. It turned out to be a long hallway. At the far end was a door. As we approached the door began to swing open. The room we entered was very small. A bare red light bulb was the only light in the room.

The room itself was completely bare. There was another door across from us. Next to the door was a sign that read, "All slaves must remain here to be processed."

Mistress turned towards me and said, "Get on your knees and crawl over to the far corner and bury your head to the floor until you are came for."

I did as I was told. I heard the door open and close. Then the light was extinguished and I was in total blackness. There I was totally naked, in a place I had no idea where it was, following the instructions of my online Mistress, now my real life Mistress, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Chapter 2

I had been in the corner of the small room for some amount of time. I gathered 15 to 20 minutes. It was hard to tell with the total blackness and the lack of any auditory stimulation. I just waited.

I heard the door open which startled me. Someone came up behind me and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. My face was forced tight into the corner.

"Spread your fucking legs!" It was Mistress.

I quickly spread them. With her hand still wrapped in my hair and her arm still forcing me tight into the corner, I feel another pair of hands grabbing and squeezing my balls. I start to move out of shock. But Mistress pushes harder.

"Don't fucking move!"

I feel a device wrapped around the skin just above my ball sack and below my penis. It was cold and metallic feeling. Once it was secured in place the other pair of hands releases my balls, but the weight of the object pulls down on them.

A hood is then placed over my head. Then I am turned around and released from the corner. Then I hear a new voice say:

"Mistress, he is now secured. Please enjoy the hospitality of my dungeon for you and your slaves pleasures. If you need anything at all, just ask one of my slaves and they will bring it to you."

"Thank you Mistress Dana. I know I will enjoy this. I can't say the same for my slave."

They both laugh.

I am tucked forward by the belt tied to my wrists. I am tentative because I cannot see, and because of the words Mistress just spoke.

I feel the contours of the floor change. I never noticed before but the floor I had been on was a warm soft carpet. Now I was stepping on a hard cold, possibly cement, floor. I had taken about 20 to 25 steps and then was told to stop.

I stood there listening as I heard Mistress moving about the room. I could not make out the sounds at all. Pops. Creaks. Snaps. I then heard a rolling sound, as something was wheeled towards me.

Mistress began removing the belt that secured my hands. She rubbed each one briefly and lovingly. Then she attached what I figured were some thick leather wrist restraints to each one. One wrist at a time was raised above my head and attached to something that spread them out.

She then removed my hood, and bright lights filled my eyes. It took me a few moments to adjust to them. I blinked and squinted for a few moments to get my bearings. What I saw before me and around me was nothing short of awesome.

There were devices and equipment of all shapes and sizes located all around the room and on the walls; Whips, chains, chairs, tables, mirrors, all kinds of bondage material that I had only read about or seen online or in magazines. I was standing right in the middle of the room with my arms attached to a metal spreader bar attached to chains that went into the ceiling. Attached to my balls was a one inch thick heavy metal donut that was locked in place with a small padlock.

"Doesn't it all look like fun," Mistress said.

I was quite impressed and overwhelmed, so much so that my penis started its upward climb.

"Answer me when I ask you a question," as she grabs my balls and squeezes.

"uuuhhhh Mistress, yes Mistress", I say in slight pain.

She releases my balls and moves to a position in front of me and now I can see that Mistress has changed her outfit dramatically. She was beautifully clad in a black leather corset that just barely contained her breasts, a black leather thong and a pair of black high heels. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and pony tail. She looked super hot and super dominate.

My dick definitely sprang upwards.

"AH, I see you like how Mistress looks. I am glad I excite you."

She walked across the room to a cabinet, looking over her shoulder to make sure I was following along with my eyes. No doubt there. She really looked so hot.

She came back with a couple of ankle restraints and leaned down to attach one to each and then each restraint to a chain on the floor. She then went over to a wall to my left and pushed a button. This button began pulling the chains at my ankles in opposite directions, spreading my legs. I quickly began walking my feet apart. I went as far as I could, but Mistress let the chain go a little farther for good measure. I could really feel the burning on my inner thighs. This motion also tightened the chain holding my arms above my head. However, pushing another button, Mistress pulled my arms up until they were supper tight. I thought I was going to be pulled apart.

I was completely immobile. My head and neck was all that would move and Mistress took care of that as well.

She came back to me with a very thick leather collaring device. It was more like a neck brace. It was edged with padded leather at the top and bottom, but was designed to immobilize my neck just like a doctor's collar would. She fastened the device in the back.

Mistress just stood out in front of me and examined her work.

"Yes I think this will do very nicely. Before I begin your punishment and training, you need to have a safe word. That word will be "WIMP" and if I happen to gag you later, you motion will be both pinky fingers stuck out like you are drinking tea."

She turned back to the cart, which was behind her and picked up a riding crop. She moved towards me and seductively looked into my eyes. With out taking her gaze away from me, she began rubbing the end of the crop over my balls.

"You always told me that you wanted to experience cock and ball torture by a pro, and you know from our conversations that I love to torture a mans groin. You are about to find out how really good I am at it, and just how rough I can really be."

With that she leaned in and gave me a deep luscious kiss.

She backed away slightly and began to slowly swat the crop at my balls. Tap! Tap! Tap!

"UUUGGGHH!"

I was amazed at how sensitive and vulnerable my balls were. It didn't take much too really send huge waves of signals to my brain.

Then a huge swat.

"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!" Shit it hurt.

"Oh come on slave. That was nothing. I am just getting started, don't puss out on me already. I thought you really wanted this?"

"Mistress, Yes, I do want this Mistress."