Stuck in traffic - again. It was going to take a long time getting into work, the stop and go was starting at Trafalgar Road - Sigh should have caught the train.
Oh well, sit back and let it flow - no point getting tense over things which one can't control. I looked to the trees and fences on the side of the highway, sometimes in the winter there are interesting raptors. This year, however, a good crop of voles was reported further north, and the Snowy Owls probably wouldn't move this far south.
In a tree up to the left, sat a big hawk, a red tail, probably female (female raptors are larger and dominant to the males). I took out my binocs, rolled down my window and brought her into sight. Yes, only a red tail, sitting hunched in the tree; feathers puffed out against the cold. I wondered what she thought about this slow procession of smog bellowing behemoths passing under her gaze. A honk, I put the binocs down and moved ahead two car lengths, "Yea buddy we all are late and will get there when we get there." I took out the binocs again; she was still there, so regal, so distant.
Then someone was knocking at my car window; a woman was standing next to my car. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, of medium height, with a long dark fur (mink) coat (I know its politically incorrect, but on the right women, mink looks so sexy - and she was definitely the right woman), long black boots, wavy black hair, golden skin and amber oriental eyes. I rolled down my window "Yes, can I help you?"
She handed me a cell phone "You appear interesting, let's talk." She walked back to her car, a red BWM, just in front of me. Traffic picked up a bit, but it was obvious there were many slow downs ahead, I might never get to work. The phone rang; I answered "Hello?"
Her voice was a sultry alto, with a slight mid-Pacific British accent. "My name is Larisa, but you will address me as Mistress. Your name doesn't matter. I will call you winterhawk. I don't think we'll ever make it to the city this morning. I'm getting off at the next exit. Use the phone to call in sick or whatever, then follow me to my place."
She was right, the day was a wipeout, and I really didn't have to show up that day. I replied "Mistress, Your wish is my command" and followed the red BMW. She exited the highway and drove north, then west along a river, to a driveway. The gates opened as she approached and then shut after my car. I followed to a spectacular house on the edge of the ravine. It was all glass on the side overlooking the river, woods and snow. The garage doors opened automatically and we drove in. It was a huge garage, enough room for six cars, but empty, save for us. As I parked beside her car, the garage doors closed and the phone rang again.
"Well done winterhawk. You are to follow me into the house after three minutes. Take off all your clothes in the first room, and then go into the shower. Wash and dry yourself before proceeding to the next room. Take the cuffs and jesses off the hanger and attach them to your wrists and ankles. Remove your glasses, take the hood and place it over your head. Kneel and await my entry." She got out of her car and went into the house. Three minutes later, I entered and followed her commands.
I removed my clothes in the first room, showered, and dried. I proceeded into the next room, attached the leather anklets or jesses to my ankles, then fastened the cuffs to my wrists. I took off my glasses and placed the hood, over my head. As my eyes were covered, I experienced a momentary claustrophobia "What am I doing here - why??"
The hood covered my head, I could not see. But there were airholes. My breath was shallow, as I reached behind me to fasten the clasps at the back of the hood, and knelt with my hands behind my back.
I knelt naked, in darkness, my other senses heightened, yet I did not hear her approach until I felt her breath on my shoulders and caught the first wisp of her fragrance, frangipani, but with undertones of something else. Then I felt her hands on my chest, moving down to my balls and cock, which twitched in her hand as Mistress explained ""Good, winterhawk, your cock is erect, just as I want it to be. I am attaching a harness to it, and tying your balls. With a strong pull or a gentle tug from me, I can give you either excruciating pain or gentle stimulation. Your behavior determines the level. For the rest of today, you shall amuse me. If you are aroused in the process, you may not cum till I allow you to. Understand."
As she attached a chain to my cock harness, I mumbled "Yes...." A sharp pain radiated through my groin as she reprimanded me "Quiet - speak only when asked, and then the correct response is 'Yes Mistress.' She continued " If I choose, I may explain all in due time?" I was jerked to my feet, again there was a sharp pain in my groin, and she pulled me forward. I followed the tug on my cock, shuffling in darkness, led I knew not where.
Our procession seemed last for an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes. If I stumbled or lagged the sharp tug on my cock quickly brought me forward. But when I tried to go faster, I stumbled into various sharp-edged items. At last we stopped and went through a door. Although I couldn't see, I felt that I was in a small room; there was a resonance to the click of her heels. The room smelled of her perfume, lineament, oil and sweat, a training room, perhaps. I stood as she spread my legs and fastened the jesses at my ankles to a wooden rod. Then she coupled my wrist cuffs to overhead opes and pulled my arms apart and over my head. As I balanced on the balls of my feet, I shuddered, realizing I was totally exposed. Mistress murmured to herself "This is promising, my instinct must be getting better; pick one fresh off the street and he fits nicely into the role"
Then nothing. Later, much later, I felt a light but perceptible tickling across my scrotum. I blurted out "FFFeatehrs" but was met only by a sharp pain and a quick "Silence." The tickling continued past my scrotum, down my thigh, round to my back, over my shoulders, down my chest and over my nipples. 'OHH yes' I silently pleaded as the touch crossed my navel 'PLEASE'. Then a hiss, THWAP, a bright searing line of pain ran across my buttocks - a crop,a cane, perhaps a light bamboo tomato stake? I could not contain myself and cried "AHH." Mistress laughed, her low alto voice like honey, "winterhawk, the correct response is One - Thank you Mistress"
Tickle, tickle hiss, THWAP "Two - Thank you Mistress."
Tickle, hiss, THWAP "Three - Thank you Mistress." tickle
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