As She sat in Her vehicle waiting for him to arrive, She ran the events that were about to take place through Her mind once more, making certain nothing was left out. They had chosen a local Steak 'n Shake for their first meeting. A friendly, inconspicuous, and harmless venue it would seem to be. Opening Her purse, Mistress ran Her fingers over the rubber bands tucked inside the small, zippered pocket. A sly smile spread across Her face as She thought of the shock and surprise Her slut would be experiencing in just a matter of minutes. She intended on wasting no time asserting Her control and dominance over this self-proclaimed charmer and charismatic ladies' man.
Right on time, slut's little black car swung into the space next to Her's and She purposely averted Her eyes as he parked. She wanted the first time they locked eyes to be when She slid Her tall frame into his car and saw him face-to-face. After moving swiftly from Her vehicle to his, She paused for a moment, looking deeply into his eyes. Yep, dark brown. Full of shit, She thought.
She then offered him a quick hello and a brief hug before getting down to business. Mr. Charisma was about to have his world thoroughly rocked.
"you'll need to lean your seat back," Mistress stated nonchalantly as She looked him directly in the eyes.
he stared at Her for a fleeting moment before squeaking out, "Yes, Mistress", and quickly complying with Her order. While he laid his seat back, She took Her time reaching into Her purse to retrieve the rubber bands, being careful not to rush this first, delicious moment of absolute dominance.
"Here," She said, "hold out your hand," and dropped six rubber bands of varying lengths, thicknesses and colors into his palm. Without hesitation, She grabbed at his jeans, got his belt unfastened, but then struggled with the top button.
"Would You like me to get that for You?" slut asked a little breathlessly. With a nod of Her head, he quickly undid the button and zipper and obediently put his hands back down to his sides, the rubber bands clenched in his fist. Jerking down the front of his underwear, Mistress grabbed his cock and chuckled at both its size and hardness.
"This," She spat, "is barely enough cock for Me to play with! Aren't you even the least bit ashamed of what you have to offer Me?"
"i'm sorry, Mistress," is all he could manage to say, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. he had always been told his cock was not only sufficient, but actually quite nice. he hated that Her verbal humiliation made him even more turned on than he already was.
