This is the very first story I have ever written, constructive criticism would be appreciated.
Thanks for reading.
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The summons had come in an email and he had answered because he had no choice. Everything in him was compelled to do as she instructed. Not out of fear of reprisal although that would surely come quickly if he disobeyed, but because in following her orders he found peace and a sense of accomplishment that he had never found anywhere else in his life.
He was the sort of man who had felt lost most of his life. He had never quite measured up to what "made a man." No matter how hard he tried he was told he was too nice, or not aggressive enough, or just plain not enough. But with her he felt like for the first time he was who he was meant to be.
He wondered at the location has he entered the grounds of the state park, the leaves crunching under his feet. For a first meeting it seemed out of the way, but he kept such thoughts to himself as he began walking the correct path that would take him to meet his Mistress. His heart was racing and he could feel sweat forming on his palms. He clenched his hands into fists and shoved them into his jacket pockets in an effort to still the tremors.
As he made his way around the bend a woman stepped out from behind a large cedar and stood in his path. He froze in place knowing it was her and unsure what say.
"Follow me." And she turned and walked back behind the cedar, disappearing from view.
The man glanced around and saw no one else and then turned and followed the woman who had taken over his life. He followed her for almost five minutes, neither of them talking, but the trees steadily growing thicker as there were no biking trails or walking paths back this way.
As he stepped into a copse of cedars, pushing branches out of his face he found himself in a large clearing that was hidden from view by the surrounding trees.
She stood in the middle of the clearing watching him a small smile on her lips. He thought she looked like she had a secret. And he gave her a smile in return as he watched her, glad to finally be in this place where they were face to face. It was something he hadn't dared hoped for, but couldn't help wanting.
She was short, like she had said, but what she hadn't said was that there was something about her, about the way she carried herself, that would always draw people. She was confident in herself and it showed.
She was looking at him as well when she finally broke the silence.
"Did you dress as I instructed?"
He blushed as he thought of her instructions and how he had followed each one to the letter.
"Yes, Mistress." He answered quietly, dropping his eyes because of his embarrassment.
She had pulled him in this direction and he had followed willingly because the alternative was to lose the woman who owned him. Something he couldn't face. But he had become aware through this journey that the embarrassment and potential for humiliation excited his body more than he could have imagined. And that knowledge only heightened his embarrassment and that in turn heightened the arousal.
When he had shared those feelings with her, her response had been unexpected. She had told him he spent too much time looking at everyone else and thinking about what everyone else thought of him. But that instead he should look at her, and let her be his mirror. She would tell him what she saw, and that is what he should believe. He admitted to her more than once that it was a work in progress.
"Let me see." She said, shaking him out of his thoughts.
His eyes widened and he swallowed reflexively. "What? Here?" He questioned.
"Why do you think I brought you here, to talk?" She retorted, causing his face to flame yet again.
"I expect you to show me that you followed my instructions and if you can't even do that then I am leaving." She stated flatly, her face giving away nothing.
Fear struck his heart. The last time he had said no to her she had left him. She had refused to speak to him or answer any emails until he had shown her that he had followed her instructions. And only then had she come back to him. He felt panic rising up at the thought of being left alone again.
His hands were steady for the first time has he unzipped his jacket. He was scared that this would end horribly and yet following her instructions gave him a purpose and he had no choice but to see it through. He pulled the jacket off and let it fall to the ground. His arousal was so hard he could feel his racing heart throbbing through it. As his hands unbuttoned his top he revealed the pink chemise that he wore underneath.
His shirt landed on his jacket and goose bumps covered his naked arms has his hands went to the snap of his jeans. The spaghetti strapped chemise offered no protection from the chilled wind. His nipples hardened as the cold satin rubbed against them.
When he unzipped his jeans he pushed them down revealing the matching pink panties and garters holding up the black thigh high stockings. The panties were obviously damp from pre-cum.
She walked up to him and stroked one fingertip down the hardness pushing out the front of pink satin. Her hand travelled down and she touched the tops of his hairless legs, until she reached the garter. Inserting one finger into the band she pulled it out and then let it go and it hit his thigh with a snap, causing him to jump and whimper.
Her small secretive smile was back and she ordered him, "Show me my ribbon."
It had become their private sign of ownership. She had sent him ribbons in various colors and everyday he was required to tie one around his cock and sack. It was to be tied tightly into a bow and it was to stay all day, to remind him that his body was no longer his own.
His breath was coming in gasps as he pulled down the front of his panties revealing his tied cock; the ribbon was pink to match his underclothes.
Her fingers reached out to tug at the bow as she crooned. "Look at you matching your ribbon to your panties." The bow came undone under her pulling and she glared at him.
