I cannot believe that this is happening. I am going to meet her tonight. Jeanna Fine. I have seen her for many years in adult films, and always been a fan. Today I met her at an autograph signing session, and she seemed to be a real person. She was someone that I could talk to, and very nice to me. I was attracted to her, and she to me. Since there were not many people at the signing, I got to talk to her a while. I had seen that she had done some BDSM films, and I asked her about it. She enjoyed the work, but like me, wished that sometimes things could get more sexual in them, than they did. By law, you cannot have both things going on in the same movie. What a shame. But, she really did have an interest in the lifestyle, outside of doing movies. That is where we hit it off. We connected in a special way, and I found that like myself, she was a Dominant as well. She really got off on playing, and it had been a while since she had the pleasure of torturing a good submissive.
When I told her that I switch sometimes, her eyes seemed to light up. She had a place nearby, and invited me over to her summerhouse, later on that evening. She wrote down the address, and time to meet her. Ten o'clock, and don't be late, she told me. I could not believe my ears, but I tried to play it cool, and accepted the offer graciously. I walked out of the club where she was, and went home to prepare for the coming night.
To say that I was a nervous wreck, was putting it mildly. I could not wait.
I had dinner, and got a hot shower, trying to put her out of my mind. Not an easy thing to do. I could barely eat the meal I had prepared, and then set out sometime later, to find her place. It was clear across town, and in a very nice neighborhood. Rich people lived around her, and her house was enormous, and impressive.
Stepping out of my car, I could barely walk. I walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. She had a speaker box on the wall, and said, "Good boy! You are right on time! Come in, and leave your clothes in the box, just inside the door, on the left. Then, walk through the house, and find your way back to my dungeon." I did as I was told. Not knowing whether there was someone else at home, I was hoping there was not. I stepped in, and removed all my clothes, and folded them up. Putting them into the box, I looked around. While the outside of the house looked very vanilla, the inside did not. It was full of dark furniture, and looked like a house of horrors.
I made short journey to the back of the house, and noticed that I had a raging hard on. I had to make sure that I did not bang into any walls, and hurt myself. I went through several rooms, and found the dungeon. A huge room, equipped with many things. A rack, sawhorse, a St. Andrew's cross, a huge wheel against the wall, a sling for suspension, and so many toys that it was amazing. Mirrors, and candles everywhere, and the dark feel of the room was enough to make my cock drip with excitement. I looked around, careful not to touch anything out of respect for her. I also noticed her throne in the corner of the room, and it was so beautiful. That is when I heard her voice behind me. "Don't turn around. Put your hands behind your back, slave." I did like she said, and I felt the cold metal handcuffs snapping on my wrists. "Now, kneel down worm!"
I fell to my knees, but carefully, so I would not fall over. That is when she came around from behind me, and I got a look at her in her full Mistress outfit. She was stunning in black latex. She had short black hair, black lipstick, long black gloves, a corset, and bikini bottoms on with black fishnet stockings and long black boots to cover her legs. I had to look up to her now, and she was carrying a whip with her. She snarled at me, and looked down at me, sizing me up for her wicked plan. I could not wait for her to begin.
She went over to her throne, and sat down. Looking at me, she ordered me to crawl over to her. It was hard to do, with my hands fastened behind my back, but I did it. "Lick my boots, boy! Clean them with your tongue, and I want to feel that tongue through the material. Do a nice job, and maybe I will lessen the suffering that I want to inflict on you." "Yes, Mistress." My tongue started on her left boot, that she raised for me, and I worked my way from the toe of her boot all the way up to her inner thigh. The boot went up that high, and when I got there, I could smell the scent of her cunt. She was becoming wet, and it was hard for her to keep still. My cock was so hard, and dripping. It ached to be touched, but for now there was to be no relief. "Now the right boot, slave. Don't miss a spot, or I'll take it out on your ass!" I was an eager slave, and willing to please her, any way she needed. When I had finished, she ordered me to my feet and then told me to step back.
She went over to a little box on a table across the room. When she came back to where I was, she was holding four little rings made of rubber. "I like my slaves to be hard for me and this will ensure that you stay hard. Spread your legs." I did, and she attached the first one, which was the biggest, around my balls and the base of my cock. It was tight, and made my package extend from my body just a little more. Then she put the second one on me, just about a quarter of the way along the shaft close to my balls. The next one was further up the shaft, near the head. Finally, when I thought I could take no more, she put the last one just under the head of my cock, making the head really tight and purple.
