The New Boy

She stepped out from the shower, reaching for a towel with which to dry herself. Checking in the mirror, she saw a woman in her prime, 42 years of age, definitely in need of a gym she reflected woefully. Going through to the bedroom, she went to a cupboard and selected various items to put on. Stockings first and then a black velvet basque. Long silk opera gloves encased her scarlet talons...for now. Donning a long black skirt, slit to the thigh, a red silk shirt and 3" high heeled stiletto shoes, she walked to the door.

Today, she was to collar a new sub. He had survived her detailed scrutiny and had been accepted for formal training. She had arranged to meet him on neutral territory for this first encounter alone. Later, once she assessed his full potential, he would be caged in her dungeon until she had need of him.

Parking the car in the parking space outside the brasserie in town, Madame Katya took a last look in the mirror before climbing out and locking the door. He was there already, obviously anxious to make a good impression, she thought as she went in.

Nervous, he jumped up as she strode towards him. "H-hello" he stammered. She frowned. "Sit"

He sat.

"My name is Madame Katya. You either greet me as Madame or Ma'am. It is of no importance to me. What is important however is that you use some form of respectful title when speaking to me. Is that clear?"

Crimsoning, he seemed to shrink in the chair. "Y-yes Madame" he said, furious with himself for making a mistake so early. "Good" She smiled at him. "Just relax. We are here to discuss your training. I want a well mannered and well trained sub and you seem," she paused for effect, "to be the right person for the position." He smiled a little at that and sat up higher in the chair.

A waiter hovered at their table, not sure if they wanted to order, so Katya raised an eyebrow at her prospective sub and asked "Do you drink, boy?"

"Soft drinks only Madame, thank you. I find it easier to concentrate that way."

"Two mineral water with lemon if you please" she commanded of the waiter, who rushed off to do her bidding. "Now boy, I take it you have arrived as per my instructions?" Katya looked directly into his eyes, almost hypnotic in her manner as she waited for his answer, "yes Madame. I am naked except for these outer clothes and I am cock-tied with a single length of cord left available above my trousers for you to use as a leash." Blushing bright red, his answer was almost whispered as he checked around to see if anyone was within earshot. "Good. I shall inspect it before we go. I want to make sure it is properly secure." Katya looked up as the waiter, panting slightly, returned and poured their drinks. Laying a note on his tray, she waved his thanks away as one might swat a fly. Silence descended as they sipped their drinks, she totally at ease, he glancing around nervously as if to see if anyone could view through their everyday stance to the exciting and intensely erotic enactment underneath.

Some time later, having made several pertinent enquiries about experience and limits, Katya rose. "Come" she said and led the way through to the toilets at the back of the brasserie. He followed her eagerly, wanting to start the next stage of his journey. The back of the brasserie was just like any other public gathering place. The toilets divided into male and female on either side of a dank unwelcoming corridor. Pushing him through the door marked 'Ladies' she demanded that he drop his trousers for her inspection to take place.

Leading him back through the packed brasserie, Katya tugged on the leash, hard. Emitting a low groan, the boy rushed closer to his captor, sweat standing out on his forehead. People looking up from their drinks caught sight of a very red-faced young man being pulled along by a woman who looked as if she had hold of his belt-strap. Shrugging their shoulders at the strange ways of the human race, they resumed their conversations.

"There now that wasn't so bad was it?" Katya smirked at the obvious humiliation in the boy's face as they left the building. "You wanted to be mine to do with as I chose; now you learn." Opening the passenger door, Katya pointed inside the car "Get in, my little slut." The boy quickly got in, thankful to be out of the public eye once more.

Once inside the car herself, Katya reached across and swiftly undid the boy's trousers. She slid them down under his buttocks and let them drop to his ankles in the foot well of the car. He looked across at her in astonishment. His cock stood hard and proud, covered from base to rim by the cord, with his balls separated beneath. More sweat appeared on his brow as he realised he was to stay like this for the drive to wherever his new Mistress took him.

Katya reached for the leash she had used earlier and quickly tied it tight around the gear stick. The boy's cock now pointed like an oversized finger towards the gear stick, taut and twitching slightly. Katya just smiled and started the car. Pulling away from the kerb, Katya knew that every time she changed gear, it would be either torment or pleasure for her boy, depending on whether it was further or nearer to his body. She had his undivided attention the rest of the way home...