We all have a drive for normalcy. We live for excitement, to be special, to be unique, but at the end of the day, we all strive for this level to be like everyone else. Even non-conformists conform to each other. For me, even though I started seeing a dominatrix months ago, I had to add coffee dates or shopping dates before our sessions, just so it felt like a more normal relationship.
My favorite was when we would go shopping at Mistress Lynn's favorite lingerie and fetish wear shop. In public, things were always a little less formal. She'd dress like an average woman, but still play a cat-and-mouse game with me. She would make me hold her oversized purse as she went into the dressing room to try on various outfits, like I was her boyfriend. As I stood there, I would look at the other shoppers. Holding her purse was the subtlest of moves to mark her territory...to give me a little thrill of humiliation, and to show off her possession to others. Eventually, she'd call me in and ask me for my opinion.
"What do you think about this tight, red rubber dress? You don't think it's too short, do you?" she pondered.
As I looked at her, rolling the bottom up like a condom to show off her shaved pussy, I'd have to use her purse to conceal my arousal. It hugged every curve perfectly like a second skin. It pushed her tits up like they were about to pop out like my eyeballs. "You look unbelievable, Lynn." I wanted to take her right there in the dressing room. I didn't care who saw or heard...but I had to restrain myself.
Later, she would usually wear whatever outfit I purchased for her in our session. Today, she wore it in her studio dungeon with a long red-haired wig, red glossed lips, and black high heel shoes as candles burn to give off a smoldering scent that further delighted my senses. "Did you know the word passion is derived from the Latin word 'to suffer?'?" As she asked, she placed another clothespin on my pectoral muscle, getting me closer and closer to that euphoric mind...to that subspace I craved and only she could take me to. "Do I make you feel passionate?" She slowly traced her fingernail along my bound arm, down to my chest to my abs, to just above my cock.
"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled. I felt like a jogger about to hit that preverbal wall. There was nothing in the background...just Mistress Lynn. There is no cognitive thought, only instinct, running my body now, which is now doing more and more things involuntarily. With each action she did to me, I felt more and more like I'm about to bliss out.
I came out of our session today sitting on the couch next to Mistress. She always took good care of me as I got my senses back. "That was an amazing session today Mistress," I panted out, grimacing from my sore chest as I started to sit up.
"Thanks. There was a while there where I thought you would explode...you are getting better and better at controlling yourself." It was a rare compliment that was genuine and not to make me feel a specific way.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I need to ask you something. I normally don't do this but you're the only person I could think of." She was not her normal, confident self. "I have been invited to a special dinner party a week from Saturday...very high class, very formal, a lot of entertainment sexual in nature...I haven't gone to one of these in about two years, but I'd like to go to this one...and I need an escort."
As the fog continued to fade away like waking up, I immediately interjected. "You don't have to even ask...absolutely, of course I will." My energy still sapped the only thing concealing my excitement.
"Great. You will have to get a tux. I will text you with the specifics."
I walked down to hallway to the 25th floor of the Regal Park Suites. I never looked as good as I did in my life. I felt like I was walking on air as strolled to room 2517. My anticipation kept me up nights as this day couldn't come fast enough. I took a deep breath as I knocked on the door. As the door opened, all that confidence got sucked right out of my body.
She stood there in a red dress, reminiscent of the rubber dress she wore in our last session together (except the fact this one went to her knees). Her shoulders were bare and exposed, her natural long blonde her was swept up, professionally done, elegantly presenting her neck. She wore black leather opera gloves that went to her biceps, and black Jimmy Choo high heels with the red sole and stilettos.
She smiled. "I'm so glad you're here. You look very dashing...but there's one last touch we need to add." She turned around to the counter and gave me a red box with a bow. As I opened it, I saw two masquerade masks inside, one white and one black. "With these soirees, there's always a sense of being private without being very private. Will you help put my mask on me?" She then turned around as I pulled the black mask out and set the box back on the counter.
I started to tie the mask as I uttered, "Words don't do justice how beautiful you are Mistress."
"Thank you," she replied. "But tonight, I am just Lynn." As I tied it tight, she turned around, dark red lips and piercing blue eyes the only distinguishable features on her face. "Now turn around so I can take care of you."
As I turned around, her words hung in the air and put me in my place. I felt like I was in the dungeon...placing my trust in her, placing my body in her hands, placing my soul to do whatever she wanted with it. She tied the white mask tight, my perfectly coiffed hair concealing the string so that the mask looked like it was just part of my face...another nobody that could be easily replaced by any other nobody in the room. I turned back around and presented my elbow. "Shall we go?" A smile came over her lips as she reached out and pleasantly tucked her arm in around my arm.
I walked her down to the end of the hall, to the penthouse suite. When the door open, she gave her invite to the bouncer before being checked to make sure we had no cell phones. We walked behind the black curtain where we were met by an older, very debonair looking man. He was thin and slender, but a little muscular. His big blue eyes always scanning the room. His salt and pepper hair giving him the aura of knowledge and experience.
