This story is completely fictional and is intended for mature readers, the characters names and situations do not represent anyone real and are completely chosen at random.
This all started about a month ago when I was getting bored with all the wannabe Mistress's I'd been encountering online for the past year, finally I had found a women who sounded for real and not only that but she ensured safety and discreet play. One night, after discussing our likes, dislikes, limits and fantasies she told me that if I was for real then she would have a package delivered to my apartment containing a surprise and instructions. This sounded so great at the time because I had been reading erotica all week that contained stuff just like this. The next day an unmarked package arrived for me at the front desk of my apartment building. Back in my room I carefully removed the white envelope with my name on it and opened it, inside there was a letter that read
"Dear Jim I hope you are as real as you say you are, if you decide that this was only a fantasy and do not wish act it out then I will understand. Here are your instructions: inside the box you will find a black lacey thong and matching stockings. You are to wear these under a business suit to my apartment this Friday located on the packages return address, when you arrive the door attendant will let you in as he will know I am expecting you. I will be out shopping with some of my friends as I do every Friday evening so let yourself in. Once you are inside my apartment close the door, lock it and continue to the bedroom at the end of the hall on the left, here you may begin undressing leaving the thong and stockings on. There will also be a blind fold left on the bed, secure it in place then wait on all fours facing the headboard. I will be home at 9:00pm sharp do not be late!"
Yours truly,
Mistress Kim
So there I was, kneeling on all fours, blindfolded, wearing nothing but a black lacey thong and stockings in a stranger's apartment. Suddenly the sound of keys unlocking the door to the quiet apartment broke the deafening silence. The door shut quietly behind and the sound of footsteps could be heard walking down the hall. By this time I was more aroused then I had ever been in my life, I had never even met this women before but judging by the hardness of my cock and the fact that I was to be blindfolded the whole time it seemed as though looks would not be an issue. She walked over to the bed, slapped my ass, telling me what a "good girl" I was, and then she began to attach ankle and wrist cuffs to my arms and legs. Lastly, for her sheer enjoyment, she secured a steel spreader bar to my ankles.
"Roll over slut boy"
Aggressively she pulled my knees to my chest and attached the spreader bar to the wrist cuffs exposing my ass to every angle of the room. I felt so vulnerable, lying bound in a strangers bed I was still trying to figure out why I'd ever agreed to this.
She didn't waste much time because the next thing I knew she was applying a generous portion of lube and beginning to work me loose with her fingers. She then pulled her 3 fingers out of my ass and walked out of the dimly lit room. Only a few minutes had passed until she returned to the foot of the bed telling me that she was sure I would enjoy this. "This is my personal vibrating dildo, if you are good I will leave it turned on inside to massage that prostate of yours and I'm sure you will find it very pleasurable, BUT, if you misbehave I have other plans for that ass of yours." The dildo felt extraordinary and the vibration sent me into ecstasy. "Open your mouth slut, Now!
Hesitating, not knowing what she was going to put in my mouth I refused to open on her first demand but this made her displeased "Open your mouth or you will regret it" "but what are you going to..."!slap! She slapped me across the face fast and hard
"I see my little bitch doesn't like to listen, I told you not to make me unhappy or there would be punishment."
How could I have been so stupid I thought to myself as she stormed out of the room and into the bathroom? She was back in the room a minute later and I didn't recall hearing the toilet flush so I knew that she had gone to the washroom for other purposes. Walking assertively she grabbed my face and started to apply something to my face.
"I noticed my little slut doesn't have any makeup on tonight and now that you have made me angry I think some mascara would look great running down your face with those tears of yours." Tears? What tears? I thought.
