She was dressed to the nines in a long sleeved black catsuit. It left nothing to the imagination and Ben felt himself turning into a puddle as he looked at the woman he had been longing to worship for months now was finally right in front of him. Her black hair was up in a high ponytail, and her face was done perfectly, with big, dramatic cat eyes. She had olive skin, supple lips, and slightly red cheeks.
"Miss..." was all he could mutter, standing there shocked. He still held the handle of his bag in one hand, and lightly leaned on the kitchen island for stability. He'd never felt more shocked in his life. He'd expected a call or a text once his time was up, but not this. She had hinted that it would be a very long time before he'd get to meet her in person.
"Surprised?" She walked further into the room and the light. To Ben, in person she was far more gorgeous than in any photos or the brief video call he'd had with her. She looked like a mix of Priscilla Presley, Vampira and oddly enough, a girl next door type. Her hair was long and black, and not a piece of it was astray. He noticed her feet were bare and dropped the handle of his suitcase involuntarily. Her toenails were black. Varla smirked.
"My poor boy!" she said, slowing her steps. He watched her feet pad across the hardwood floors. "You're shaking!" Grabbing his hands, she led him over to the sofa and sat him down. "Breathe, please, Benjamin. I can't have you passing out on me." Sitting next to him, he could feel her weight sinking into the couch, proving that she was real and not a figment of his imagination.
"Yes, Miss," he said, turning to look at her. He was still barely breathing. Her hips were wider than he thought they would have been, with a healthy amount of ass. He stopped eye groping her and tried to breathe as she had directed.
She reached a hand across and stroked his face. "You need a shave, my dear," she said, smiling. Her eyes examined him. "Seeing you in person like this, I think I may have chosen well." Her other hand rested on his shoulder and she leaned across him a little more. Grabbing his chin firmly but not forcefully, Varla moved her sub's head back and forth, taking a good long look at his features. "You're really quite handsome, you know," she said. Her fingertips stroked the side of his face. "This jawline could cut somebody." She smiled. Inside, Ben was, indeed, a complete puddle.
"Thank you." She looked at him sharply for a moment. "I mean, thank you, Miss," he corrected himself.
"You're so nervous. Let's work on that. Try to relax. Listen to the music." The record continued to play. It was a compilation album. The song had continued on to The Ronettes- "Be My Baby" as Ben's dream woman started to undress him. His shirt was coming off, then she was running her fingers down his chest, through the patch of fur there. He started to moan. "Shhhhh, quiet now" she said, raising a finger to her lips. She started to remove his belt.
I'll make you happy baby
Just wait and see
For every kiss you give me
I'll give you three
"Don't you just love this song?" she said, moving to the floor. She knelt in front of him, pulling his pants down. "Now, let's really see what we're dealing with, shall we? And not a peep from you." Varla looked at Ben sternly, following it with a smirk. He was quivering.
As she removed his boxers, her sub's cock sprung up as the waistband was pulled down. She felt the connection between them in her solar plexus. It was the opposite of the feeling of butterflies, which were light and airy, exciting and frightening. This felt secure, strong and solid. It made her feel grounded and confident. She grabbed his cock.
"Wow, I see I was right after all. You are a good boy." Stroking him lightly, she maintained eye contact. "Tell me how it's been for you, these past few days."
He managed to find his words. "It's been... uhhhhh..." he moaned. "I missed you." He couldn't believe she was touching him like this. His cock was rock hard, and in record time. It took everything in him not to explode all over her immediately, but he managed to resist that temptation.
"Yes, tell me..." she teased. Her tongue flicked at the tip of his cock, lightly. A whimper came from him. She smiled. "Yes, baby, make those noises. I like that. That makes the boss very happy." She continued, running her tongue down the seam of his penis. She lapped gently at the small, soft place where his foreskin met his balls, cupping her tongue around the base. Despite being a domme, first and foremost Varla was a very horny woman, and she loved men's bodies. From the clean and fit, muscular ones, to the chubby, hairy, bearlike dad types, she loved having a man's body at her disposal, a toy she could never get enough of. She had to remember to stop herself though. She pulled away.
"I don't expect you to be able to fully answer me in your condition," said Varla, standing up. She looked down at her newest subservient. "We have business to attend to," she continued, and began to unzip the black catsuit. Under it, she was nude. Her breasts softly fell from the clothing, and she laughed. Ben's jaw actually fell open, and he grew harder. He wanted to touch himself so badly that he was flexing his hands. He sat up a little straighter.
"Miss..." he said, as she stepped out of the catsuit. She was fully nude now, and she tossed it to the side. With her left hand, she grabbed the base of her ponytail, and ran her hand down it, all the way to the end of her hair. She tugged upwards, as if pulling on a rope that suspended her body, and followed the motion smoothly, turning all the way around. Her ass was facing Ben now, and she bent over at the waist in front of him. He gasped again. His cock was leaking.
"You and I have a lot of work in front of us," Varla said, gently swaying back and forth. She had large hips and a big ass, which was perfectly round when bent over. She used this feature often to her advantage. Ben had indicated through his initial questionnaire that he was an ass man, and would happily just worship her ass for hours, which was one of the reasons he stood out in the group of new applicants. "Lots of long nights, projects to complete, experiments to try," she said, bending up again. Her back muscles moved smoothly in the dim light.
"Miss, yes. I'm so glad to be yours. Please let me touch you," said Ben, moving closer to the edge of the couch. He knew better than to reach out, but he needed to be closer to her, just in case.
"On the floor." Her voice was deeper and direct. The sub complied quickly, pausing to kick his pants and boxers off of his ankles. He laid next to the coffee table, fully erect. His Queen walked over to him, a tall goddess surveying what she had in front of her. She walked around his body, just listening to the music. Nancy Sinatra. Varla sang along as she pushed the ball of her foot into the sub's soft testicles. "One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you," she sang, looking him in the eyes. He was shocked. Her feet were cold, and the pressure was intense, but the eye contact, having her here naked above him, was worth all of the pain. His eyes started to roll back into his head as she pushed into him harder.
Are you ready, boots? Start walking!
The music was happy, cheerful even, as she slowly pushed into his most vulnerable part. He was breathing through his mouth, panting now, and had closed his eyes. She decided that was enough. Removing her foot, she padded to the bar. There was a martini there that she'd already prepared, and she sipped it. Ben lay there, recovering. His hands went to his balls, cupping himself. She thought about what to do next.
"I'm so sorry, my sweetheart," said Varla, carrying her drink over to where her sub lay. "Are you ok?" She knew when to be kind, and when to be cruel. She had practice at adding sugar, comforting, snuggling and being affectionate, so that when the cruelty continued, it was a shock again. Hot, then cold, was always an effective method.
"Miss, yes, I'll be ok. I'm just sore is all," his voice quivered. He rubbed his balls gently. Before he knew what was happening, he was being smothered. Varla was sitting on his face, her open pussy right on his mouth. All he could see was her huge ass, rising above him, while he started to lick and suck on her labia and clit. He grew even harder. The trauma he'd just endured was a distant memory.
"You've been such a good boy," she said, grinding into his mouth. "You can touch me." Ben heard this and didn't waste any time, grabbing two big handfuls of her ass, squeezing her soft flesh. He tried to spread her open wider, for better access to her pussy and asshole. She moved up and down, trying to find the sweet spot where his tongue could touch her clit just right. She could do this all day. There had been millionaires who offered her the moon just for this. But she'd chosen this sub, a moderate earner, who had appealed to her with his dark hair and eyes, and stories about needing to serve a lady, wanting to be owned, and never having met the right woman. She knew he was lonely, and she liked that. She loved to nurture a lonely boy. They were so eager to please, and be used however she wanted. She was happy that she'd chosen well.
