The Worst Handjob
This is the first time we are to meet, I'm nervous and excited and I imagine you are too. We met online. I answered your ad. The one that you placed so patiently and consistently each month for over a year, asking for someone to pay attention to the heart of you. And here we are on this Scottish beach, meeting each other for the first time. It's not too windy and it's not raining, we're lucky. You are taller than I imagined, broad shouldered. You are a lot of man, more than I am used to. We smile and greet each other nervously,
"Let's walk," I say. There is nothing like walking to calm the nerves.
We walk and talk about this and that; try spotting seals in the bay and pick up curious rocks and shells. The nervousness starts to ease, and I brush my hand down the side of your arm. You look at me, surprised. I slip my hand into yours, nervously stroking your palm with my thumb. I'm still not used to it - being with a man. There's no need to look around to see who might be watching, judging, or threatening violence. This sense of safety is strange, unfamiliar. I've never felt safe with a man before.
We walk back along the beach, getting closer as we walk. I suggest we sit for a while on the steps amid the bank of wild roses. It's sheltered there, a little out of the wind. The view across the bay is dramatic West Coast beauty. We sit closer. I press my thigh against yours, and look at you, smiling. It feels easy.
"I'm ready," you say, and suddenly there's a tense excitement in the air. We look at each other, and slowly you reach into the inside pocket of your jacket, taking out a delicate silver chain from which hangs a small, silvery key. I brush my long, red hair aside and allow you to fasten the chain around my neck.
"Thank you," I say. "You're such a good boy."
I reach my hand up to your face, and gently caress your cheek before leaning forward to kiss you. It's been so many years, to feel lips and stubble against my face. Our kissing deepens and lingers, my mouth drifts across your jawline towards your ear, and I whisper,
"I need to check you."
"Yes, Mistress," you say, "Of course."
I slip my hand under the lapel of your jacket, unbuttoning it, and then brush my hand across your chest and further down, unzipping your fly, I slip my hand inside there too, to check for metal. Yes! I feel it, beneath the thin cloth of your boxers. My fingers find their way underneath the thing fabric. There are metal rings encircling you, and my small fingers brush the soft, smooth skin contained within. You shudder. That smooth skin becomes engorged, pressing itself against its confinement. It makes me smile, and it makes me wet. My fingers continue their exploration, finding to their satisfaction a small padlock, the key of which is now around my neck. My fingers drift towards your belly and trace around the largest metal ring, exploring you and touching the smooth, shaved skin of your balls, the only part of you that is loose and free.
"Mmm, you're such a good, obedient boy," I say, and you smile, pleased that I am satisfied.
I remove my hand from the warmth of your groin, reach up to touch your face and draw you down into a kiss.
"Let's go back to the hotel," I say, standing up.
"Yes, Mistress," you say, standing to join me, and then hesitate, before asking, "Mistress, may I do up my fly?"
I laugh, smiling at you and catching your eye, just so you know that I planned to make you ask this...
"Yes, you may," I say, as I stride off along the beach, leaving you to sort yourself out and catch up.
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We stand by the window of your hotel room, looking out across the water to the islands. It is a view worth paying for. I reach up to kiss you again, and then slide my hands under your jacket, slipping it off your shoulders. Usually, I like to unwrap my toys slowly, but today I'm too impatient.
"Take off your clothes."
"Yes, Mistress," you say, and you begin to unwrap yourself, carefully folding each garment and placing it on the chair by the large, comfortable bed.
I watch you, enjoying seeing how you move, how you hold yourself, and the care and attention with which you perform each small action. I tell you to fetch two towels from the bathroom, one large and one small, some soap and a bowl of warm water. If you're surprised, you don't show it. It pleases me, so it pleases you.
While you are in the bathroom, I lay two soft, brown leather cuffs on the end of the bed. You see them as you bring the bowl of water and towels back from the bathroom, and I see you seeing them. I tell you to lay the large towel on the floor by the window and place the bowl and other items beside it. Then I tell you to place the cuffs around your wrists. Quietly, you pick them up, obediently fastening them about your wrists.
"Good boy," I say. "Now, kneel on the towel for me."
"Yes, Mistress," you say reverently, and then take your place on the floor, at my feet.
I take some time to look at you there, kneeling on the floor for me. My heart races, I can't help but smile, I'm loving this so much. I come and kneel behind you briefly leaning into you back and kissing your neck, hearing your breath quicken. Slowly, I run my fingertips down your arms to those cuffs, and pull them sharply behind you, fastening them together.
"You're mine now," I whisper into your ear. "My toy."
"I hope you will enjoy playing with your new toy, Mistress," you say, so sweetly.
I know that I will, I'm enjoying myself so much already. I come and sit in front of you, looking at you kneeling for me, your eyes cast down. You're naked except for the cuffs and the shiny metal cage confining your cock. It's been 5 days that you've kept yourself locked for me, the longest that you've managed since we started playing together. I've been training you for this for weeks, getting to know you, finding out what makes you hard and what makes you tick. You're like a new puzzle to work out and now I get to unlock you and play with my new toy. I take the key from around my neck, push it into the tiny padlock and click it unlocked. You quiver as I first remove the lock, and then the cage from you. Free at last, you quickly harden and lengthen, regaining your full size.
"Look at you!" I say, "so excited already... I hope you have learned to be patient."
"Yes, Mistress! I'm here to serve you," you say, looking at me devotedly.
I dip my hands into the bowl, cupping up warm water and then slowly releasing it so that it splashes over your groin. I take the soap in my hands, lathering it and gently start to wash you, taking your cock in my hands, caressing the length of you and gently pushing back your foreskin and washing there too. I like to take care of my toys.
"There, all clean," I say, scooping up more water and letting it slowly run over your cock, washing away everything except this moment, all your cares and worries rolling away with the tide.
I pick up the bowl of water and take it away, stopping for a moment to kiss the crown of your head. I sit back down and taking up the smaller towel I start to dry your thighs and belly, anywhere the water splashed, gently patting dry your cock and then your balls. I let the towel go and start caressing this soft, unfamiliar skin, feeling the weight and size of your testicles in my hands. I'm so curious,
"How does it feel when I touch you here?"
"Delicious, Mistress," you say, smiling.
