The Succubus Lunch
Today is the day and it's been a little while in planning. I can't believe how lucky I am that she's agreed to visit me, of all people, when she has so many other men at her service.
I do know what is expected of me; I must be polite and reverent, I must anticipate what she wants, deliver it when demanded and I must do everything perfectly, no missteps, no mistakes.
When she invited me to entertain her the invitation came with several very specific and explicit instructions. I was to greet her in a certain way, dress to her liking and serve the food and drink that she wanted.
That invitation came just two weeks ago and has had me in a constant state of anxiety since, ranging from outright panic that I'll mess it all up to fevered anticipation about what will happen. Her instruction was that she would visit me in my home for lunch which, in any normal situation, would be an easy thing to do, but she is different. Buffie is a dominant who requires unquestioning servitude from anyone and everyone she engages with. She likes to be thought of as a succubus, enticing men into her world, enchanting them with her demanding nature and then, but only if she's revered in the way that pleases her on that day, seducing them with promises of some sexual satisfaction, the nature of which is not predictable and may take any number of forms.
My instructions for lunch were that she would arrive promptly at 12pm. She detailed the food that she wanted prepared and the champaign she would drink. She explained how she should be greeted and how I should dress for the occasion.
When the day arrived, I spent the morning preparing the food -- she'd asked for something simple to make but fancy to serve and I prepared it with a view to the 'silver platter' presentation that I thought was expected. Everything was ready, so I needed to dress. For her.
The requirements were simple but with my newness they were an adventure for me. I was required to wear sexy women's clothes, and she was quite specific about what they should be. For starters, she expected high heels which I managed to find in my size 10 and, fortunately, I had plenty of time to practice in them; I don't think she would have been pleased if I teetered around or tripped.
She asked that I wear crotchless fishnets to allow my cock and balls to hang free and a short black skirt that was almost short enough to see them hanging below the hem line. They were definitely exposed if I moved in any unladylike way! I wore a soft white blouse that stretched tightly over the large silicone D-cup breasts, the kind that drag queens wear, which proved surprisingly sexy -- so much so that I wore them a few times for fun and was really turned on by them bouncing around with my uneasy steps in heels.
I will admit that there is something hugely sexy about dressing as a woman. The sight of "my" cleavage in the mirror, the weighty feeling of those large breasts and the airy feel of a skirt had turned me on each time I dressed. But today I was dressed for her pleasure, not mine.
The doorbell rang promptly at 12. I was, as you might imagine, waiting in the wings ready to answer it.
"Welcome mistress" I said as I opened the door for her. I gave a little semblance of a courtesy, just bending my knees and a slight bow of my head as she walked in. I wanted to convey from the very start my subservience and desire to please her.
"May I offer you a seat" I said as I gestured toward the living room sofa.
She thanked me and then slowly and very deliberately walked toward the sofa. She expected to be admired and justly so. Her choice of clothing was impeccable, her very high stilettos and sheers focused me on her elegance, her stride and long sexy legs reinforced her dominance, and her hat conveyed her superiority. She wore a very, very tight dress, quite short in length and with a gaping V from her shoulders down, almost it seemed to her belly button and revealing much of her sexy breasts. She looked like she belonged in a classy casino or fancy restaurant, not my living room.
She sat, very properly, legs crossed and then demanded me to come to her.
"Let me inspect you" she said. "I need to be sure that you've taken all my directions."
I stood right in front of her, a little shaky and she looked me up and down. She beckoned me to turn around.
I faced away from her. She lifted the skirt revealing my butt, "Very nice" she said quietly "You're wearing exactly what I told you to."
She then touched me in a way to indicate that I should turn again and face her. She looked me up and down again, examined my shoes and then placed her hand on my thigh. She slowly moved it upwards, under my skirt and grabbed my cock and balls in quite a forceful way asserting her power.
"I'm pleased with you." She said. "You have taken my instruction very well."
