Tasha, My Teenage Mistress Chapter 03
I don't think I slept more than two hours last night thinking about going to Mistress Tasha's house in the morning. Nervous is an underestimate about how I was feeling now. Getting up at 5 am to get ready and calm myself down, not that anything worked; the cold shower helped the pain in my cock cage, but my emotions were all over the place. Five cups of strong coffee later, it was time to drive the six miles to her house. Giving myself plenty of time because I remembered the warning about "NEVER" being late, I set the sat-nav and was on my way. I don't want to be over early, so I make a few detours in the local area to waste time so that I can be right on the dot.
At 6.45 am, I arrive at the address the sat nav has led me to. On this quiet and beautiful country lane surround by nothing but ancient trees and a single track road, I can see two large stone gate posts and heavy iron gates. No sign of a house, though. Getting out of the car to try the gates, I am alarmed at a sudden loud unknown voice asking me who I am and what I want. How do they know I am here? I think to myself.
"Errrmmmm, sorry, it's Tim; I am expected at 7 am by Tasha."
"Who is expecting you at 7?" the voice from some unseen speaker asks me.
"Tasha!"
"WHO??????"
Feeling frustrated and thinking I might have had a joke pulled on me, I say, "TASHA is expecting me!"
"Tut tut." I hear from the intercom, "So much to learn, sissy boy Timmy. Mistress Tasha will be informed of your inability to use her correct title."
Realising my mistake, I apologise for not using Mistresss title. I try to explain how I didn't know if I should use Mistress's title when speaking to strangers about her, but I just get told to be quiet. With my face feeling as red as a baboons ass, I stand there wondering what's next? Then the gate opens, and the voice says to follow the lane round to the house.
Passing through the gates, I am suddenly jolted out of my thoughts by a strange buzzing sensation that seems to be coming from my chastity cage, then there is a double beep. Confused at what that was, I carry on driving. OMG, WOW. 2 minutes of driving later and the trees open out to show the house, WOW!!!!! It is enormous, and it is so beautiful and immaculate. I have lived all my life locally and never even knew this secluded house existed. Slightly less nervous now, I get out of the car, making sure to lock it; it's a habit of mine always to lock my car, not that vehicles need to be locked around here, I figure. Taking a deep breath, I try to put on a confident composed look before walking to the large oak door and knocking.
A moment later, there is a sound of high heels on a hard floor before the door smoothly opens to reveal a vision that nearly knocks me over. There in front of me is what I can only describe as an image from a fetish website. Once again, I think I have turned bright red as I look upon a french maid, all be it a french maid from every latex rubber fetishists fantasies. OMG, I feel a stirring inside my chastity cage, "Argggg," I moan as I wince at the pain shooting through my cock. A smirk comes across the maids face; this makes me think she must know what just happened?
Turning on her stiletto heel like a well-trained ballerina, she starts to walk down the hallway and indicates for me to follow. Without turning to me, she says. " You do get used to the pain down there when it happens."
Taken aback at her evident knowledge about what just went on in my pants, I can only think to say, "I hope so."
A confirmed chuckle from her strangely makes me feel more at ease in this crazy situation. Arriving at another impressive looking expensive oak door, the maid knocks and waits until we hear a woman's voice moments later saying to enter. Opening it, and with the click of the maid's high heels, I follow her into a very opulent, even palatial looking office. WOW, comes to mind again.
"You may leave us now, Jenny." I am once again jolted out of my daydreaming by a new voice, a voice belonging to another beautiful woman sat behind a desk 30ft away.
"Soooo, you are the one." Timmy boy, I will not lie to you; I thought my daughter had better taste in sissy slaves, but I respect her wishes, though, and I am sure she has seen some potential in you. She/we will mould you into something much more presentable soon enough." "How old are you, Timmy? 55?"
"No, Ma'am, I am 45."
"I see. 45 and lusting after teenage girls? Tut tut. Did you not feel ashamed like a pervert should feel when you were sniffing my teenage daughter's smelly bumhole only a few days ago? I know everything; she told me it all. I know how your little noodle got hard when you smelt her anal perfume millimetres away from your nose. I also hear that you nearly sprayed your teaspoon worth of watery cum on your cousin's daughters en-suit floor when they tied you down over the toilet bowl with your face almost touching the poop floating in the bowl? Luckily for you, my Tasha kicked you in the balls to calm you down when she saw what was about to happen. She is a very gifted lady in the art of male management, just like all the females in our family. What is wrong, Timmy? Has the cat got your tongue?"
"No, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am, I do feel ashamed at all that has happened. I did not mean for any of this to even start. I was just at the party and things sort of happened beyond my control".
"Ahhh, so you are blaming my beautiful teen daughter for your dirty little bum sniffing desires? making out she forced you?"
"Nooo, I don't know, I don't know what to say, Ma'am. I just went to give her the drink she asked for, and it all happened from then".
