This is inspired by a real life experience, meeting my mistress. She asked me to write about our meeting and so I did.
The evening is getting darker and the first drops of rain hit the car windows as I arrive and park my car in front of the house. I glance at the clock, it is still seven minutes to the agreed time. Turning off the ignition, silence suddenly seems overwhelming and as the car lights turn automatically off after a minute, I am left sitting in the darkness, waiting.
The wait is almost over. It has been a few months since my last visit here, and after asking two weeks ago if my mistress would have time to have me visit again, it has been really hard trying to contain myself, especially in the last few days. I was instructed not to masturbate or even watch porn for 5 days before the meeting. My balls feel like they are ready to explode.
Breathing out in the silence I look at the house. Or it isn't really a house, more like a modern version of a manor. It is still partially unfinished, with multiple wings, basement, and terraces to all different directions. It looks like a house of a millionaire. The house would not look out of place in a high-end suburb. But here, out in the countryside, it does look a little odd. The nearest neighboring houses are few hundred meters away, and nobody can see the house or the parking lot. Which makes sense, really, it gives the guests here total privacy.
In the gathering dusk, the only lights from the house are the outside lights next to the path leading to the front door. The path that takes me to my third session with my mistress.
My first time trying S&M sex and being dominated by a real domina was learning. Learning how to behave, learning what I like and what I didn't like. I discovered I didn't really like too much pain, but the rest of the experience was addictive. Since then I tried to visit other dominas, but nobody else got anywhere near to what my mistress achieved with me. So I went back for the second session. Which was either the best thing that happened to me or my worst mistake. Because I realized that I want more. Much more.
It is almost time. I sigh, the butterflies in my stomach twirling more and more each second as the moment I have been waiting for last few months is closer and closer. Time to go.
Walking the path to the front door I feel the small drizzle on my face. Cold. The dark autumn seems a much more suitable time to visit here than the last time in the summer heat. Darkness, blackness, is somehow the color I associate with meeting my mistress. Maybe it is the outfits that she likes to wear, all black leather, or then the decoration in the house, black granite tiled floor and the dimmed lights everywhere. Yet, this darkness has been the thing that I have been craving these past months. Dark desires. I smile a nervous smile.
I am at the front door. Checking the time from my phone, I notice it is still 30 seconds to go. My mistress wants me to be
very
punctual, or
else
.
I reach for the doorbell and press it.
There is no sound at first, but after a few seconds I start to hear the sound I have been waiting to hear for months. The "click – click – click" of her high heels hitting the dark stone floor.
Then she is at the door.
'Hello again, Archie. Come in.'
'Thank you.'
This time she is wearing a white tight shirt and a short black PVC skirt. Just like I requested last time. The shirt is unbuttoned at the top and her breasts are squeezed together and look so awesome, white and soft. I would so much like to touch them, to lick them, but I know she is totally out of bounds. She is my mistress and soon, as we start, I will be her slave.
'I have planned a very interesting session for you tonight, Archie.' she says as we walk to the prep room. 'I think you will enjoy it.' She looks back at me, this time she is wearing a dark wig which fits her amazingly well. I have never seen her without a wig, and have no idea what color she really is, but I like dark hair and she looks amazing. There is a twinkle in her eyes as she walks ahead of me, her small hips swaying. She knows I like to watch her perfect petite body. Just how someone so petite can be so controlling, so commanding, is something I have wondered a lot. But she pulls it off perfectly.
'Leave your clothes here. All of them.' I see we are now getting into character. I can sense the command in her voice. There is nothing to do but to obey.
I strip in front of her, in silence. As I remove my briefs, my cock jumps out, already half hard. Waiting.
'Good. Now, Archie, have you kept your promise? Do you have your balls full of cum for me?'
'Yes, mistress.'
'Are you sure? Five days' worth? Not four? Not three?' She reaches down my front and I sigh in as her hand touches my stomach, then moves down, past my erect cock and grabs my shaven and swollen balls in her hand. 'Five?' she says as her five fingernails dig in to the skin of my balls.
'Let's see... hmm. Yes, ok, I think I can feel you have abstained. Good. For what I have planned for you I want you to cum for me tonight in a huge way. I want streams of cum.' Her fingernails dig a little more to my skin and she squeezes. I let out a whimper, her touch is electric, and the feeling of her fingernails in my scrotum isn't so much pain as it is ecstatic.
'You know what will happen to all that cum?' she asks.
I don't answer. She leans closer, her tits now almost touching me.
'Do you?'
'No, mistress.'
'You are going to swallow it. All of it. Every. Last. Drop.'
