She stood in front of him, her auburn hair pulled back into a tight bun, arms across her chest, legs spread. She was donning a short, red leather mini dress that zipped all the way up the front; with black stockings held up by a red garter. The best part of the ensemble was her boots; authentic black combat boots. He felt an erotic pull across his groin as his cock began to swell. He smiled in anticipation of the moments to come.
"What the fuck are you smiling at, boy?" She said moving closer. She slowly circled him, eyeing his body up and down. He knew enough to keep his eyes downcast, which served him well when she finally stopped in front of him. The bodice of her dress landed just above her nipples, perfectly displaying the mounds of her sexy breasts. He wanted to pull her close, but he knew better. She was calling the shots.
"I was smiling at you." He offered with a grin. He knew he was giving her the rope with which she would hang him. She chuckled and picked up his silk tie in her hands, pulling him down, closer to her face. They were nose to nose.
"Did I tell you that it was ok to smile? I have not even given you permission to address me yet, have I?" She hissed, her sweet breath intoxicating him. In his eagerness, he could not help but smile again. It was ridiculously exciting being physically manipulated by her, especially since she was 6 inches shorter than him. She pulled back and shook her head slowly, rolling her eyes in mock disgust. She undid his tie and pulled it slowly away from his collar. He felt the pull against his neck but did not make any moves to assist. That would definitely be crossing the line. He did not want to give her any reason to ask him to leave.
"I see you are going to need a lesson in respect." She whispered. She took his tie with her as she crossed the room and sat down on a beautiful antique chair. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately exposing her upper thighs. He swallowed hard but said nothing. He did not move an inch. She quietly stared at him for a few minutes, not saying a word. He waited, trying to not let his impatience show. He knew that this was a test, and he meant to pass it.
"Come," She beckoned. "Kneel in front of me, boy." He slowly crossed the room and knelt in front of her, with little concern for his Armani suit.
"Hands behind your back." She ordered. He eagerly did as he was told, ignoring the discomfort in his knees, trying hard not to grin again. She smiled, in spite of herself.
"Very good. Good boy. Feel free to sit back on your legs. We are going to be awhile." He gratefully sat back, easing the pressure. He was at eye level with her knees. As if aware of what he was thinking, she slowly uncrossed her legs, exposing her red satin panties to him. He swallowed hard and felt his cock tighten again.
"So, here are my rules. I will only say them once. You will follow them to the letter. You will not get any second chances. If you fuck up, you will be asked to leave. If you please me, you will be greatly rewarded. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." He humbly offered. She smiled in approval. She was excited by him but in keeping with character she could not show it. She loved a man in a fine suit and she wanted nothing more than to get him naked and fuck him senseless, but there would be time for that later. She wanted to see how far she could push his limits; how far he would go for her. She must have been staring at him for a few minutes because he cleared his throat and then smiled at her, as if trying to break her trance. She glared back, as if to get in character, and sat up straighter, crossing her legs once more.
"Rule number one," She began. "Do not speak to me unless I speak to you first, ever." She dropped down his tie and picked up a riding crop from the small round table beside the chair. She gently slapped it against her palm in a rhythmic motion.
"Rule number two; do not touch me unless you are invited to do so, no matter how tempting it is. Clear?" She placed the riding crop under his chin, raising his head up to look him in the eye. She could tell he was conflicted. He was not the sort of man that took to rules easily, and yet he wanted nothing more than to please her; meet her expectations.
"Yes Mistress, I understand." He offered. She smiled in approval and removed the crop from his chin.
"Good. Rule number three. "She stopped and smiled at him playfully; then slowly enunciating each word she said, "You will not cum unless I tell you to cum." He smirked and shook his head slowly, in mock disbelief, knowing his insolence might irritate her. He knew he was challenging her. She raised her eyebrows and with a quick flick of her wrist brought the riding crop swiftly down on his thighs. His stifled groan sent a warm wave of pleasure through her. She liked the way he controlled his response to pain. He would be fun to break.
"Finally, should you not be able to tolerate anything that is happening to you, be it pleasure, pain or humiliation, you may stop me instantly by uttering the safe word." She spoke very softly, as if to reassure him. He looked up to meet her pretty green eyes. She was beguiling. He was captivated by her. He could think of nothing that she could do that he would not gladly accept.
"Yes Mistress." He whispered. She cocked her head, as if quietly regarding him.
"The word is rabbits." She disclosed. He chuckled before he could stop himself. Again he felt the sharp sting of the crop on his thighs. She stood up and walked behind him, bending over to whisper in his ear. He felt the softness of her breasts against his shoulder and her perfume permeated the air around him. It was exhilarating. He inhaled deeply.
