As I arrive at the small bar I am overcome with anticipation. I have followed the instructions from the email to the letter and I intend to do exactly as told for whatever lies ahead. I have arrived exactly on time and as I go through the door I look for the booths adjacent to the long bar, as instructed. The voice on the final confirmation voicemail was firm yet excitingly feminine. I will do whatever is required to meet this personification of feminine power.
As I order a drink I am glad to see that the other patrons take little notice of me and the desired booths are open. I want no interference with this long-awaited event. I have thought of nothing else since the message nearly a week ago. As I sit I struggle to remain calm. I know nothing of what is to occur next. Perhaps that is the source of my uncontrollable anticipation. I only hope I can be worthy of the attention of a woman who can completely captivate me with just her voice.
The half-filled bar has the usual cross-section of society, businessmen and women as well as hourly workers just relaxing for one last drink and light conversation before the trip home. I try to relax and watch the ball game on the TV and blend in with the surroundings, it amazes me that the other patrons can't sense my excitement.
Now a moment of near panic as I realize I have come to the end of the instructions; I have done what was asked and I am completely at the mercy of this powerful creature. I just know she will guide me places I have never gone before and that I must submit to gain the full benefit of her experience. Her pleasure will be my goal. Still there is the fear of the unknown and I hope I won't have long to wait.
After a few minutes I begin to relax and try to concentrate on the small dramas around me. It is only then that I notice a beautiful young woman enter and by the way she draws the attention of everyone in the bar I know she is a powerful figure worthy of respect. Could this be the one? There is something slightly amiss though. Although a daunting figure the feeling is not right; not really disappointment but concern. Perhaps just a late arriving patron. The attire is not office wear, however. She is young and beautiful and as her four-inch heels click on the floor I notice the powerful legs in the short black leather skirt. Her manner is definitely demanding, but something is missing.
She walks past me; a "near-miss". I must relax and be confident that she will contact me in her time and I will know somehow. I notice that the recent arrival has taken a stool at the bar alone, behind me, where she can watch me, but I would be forced to turn to see her. The minutes drag by and then I realize she is standing next to me. She calls me by name and I am confused now by the feelings. As I acknowledge my name she sits across from me in the booth and I can't help but notice the legs as she swings them smoothly into the booth. She looks at me critically and then commands me to get her a drink. I am stunned by my lapse of manners, apologize and get her choice of beverage. As I leap up from the booth I feel her eyes on my back and I wonder if the instructions for me to dress in tight jeans was for this reason. I hope she likes what she sees and hope I can make up for my momentary lack of social graces.
As I return from the bar she hardly notices and says nothing. She silently sips on the drink but I now notice the power of her eyes. She is summing me up and I feel powerless.
With complete dismissal of my presence, she pulls her phone from her purse and deftly begins thumb-typing.
Her phone chirps almost immediately and she reads the response. She pauses, almost as an afterthought and instructs me to meet her outside in the parking lot in exactly, five minutes.
I am excited beyond belief but I realize this is not the voice from the phone. Perhaps she is to be my guide only. Perhaps this is some con game, I don't know. I count the minutes nonetheless and pay the tab and leave exactly as ordered.
As I reach the lot I can see her standing next to a windowless van. The engine is idling but that is all I can see.
As I move to meet her at the sliding side door she looks at me and says only, "Take off your shirt".
I am stunned by the request here in this, a public place, but her manner is so direct I begin to unbutton the oxford shirt as ordered. I cannot think, I tell myself, and comply. As the last button is undone, I realize she is behind me and the collar of the shirt is suddenly pulled down drawing both of my arms behind. Then I realize hand-cuffs are quickly snapped around my wrists as the shirt is pulled past. In one motion she slides the door open and pushes me inside. I am off balance and half-fall into the dark van. I land face-first in the van but as the door slides shut I realize I am uninjured and the van has a soft padded floor. Before I can ask, I hear the front door slam shut and the van begins moving.
As I gather my senses, the excitement overcomes me and I plead with her to tell me what is happening. She totally ignores me and only then do I realize someone is with me in the back of the van. Could this be her? I can't see but I won't know her by sight anyway. If she will say something I will know.
The Guide ignores my repeated requests and simply says to her compatriot, "Shut him up".
I am rolled onto my back but then my head is lifted into the lap of this new woman. I see her from this new perspective but something tells me this is not the voice from the phone either. Before I can consider her further she lifts the back of my head firmly but gently and with her other hand deftly unbuttons her blouse. The sides of the blouse part to reveal a magnificent full chest. I am stunned by the incredible display of the female form.
In an instant the bra is unsnapped from the bottom center and in one motion she lifts her left breast free and pulls my face to her. Reflexively my lips part and take the hardening nipple into my mouth. Gently at first but the pressure at the back of my head assures me I can surrender myself to this incredible pleasure. All the anxiety of the evening flows from my body and I release myself to them.
My next conscious thought is that the van has stopped. I hear the Guide's voice say something about an examination but I am in a daze.
My beautiful protector says to the driver that "the lips are fine".
The Guide says something about needing to get on with the rest of it. I am aware of hands lightly next to me and measurements are being taken, from my waist to my knee, from the knee to the ankle. In a moment I realize my shoes are off. It is only then that I realize I am growing erect. The pent-up excitement has found an outlet in my rapidly hardening cock.
I realize the beautiful creature nursing me has her hand on the front of my jeans. The light, constant pressure in this setting is incredibly stimulating. Now my belt is being undone. I am still in a trance but aware that I am being stripped. I can't respond or oppose. I am enjoying the ecstasy of these perfect examples of the ultimate symbol of female power.
The Guide says, "We will finish the rest, outside."
The van door is opened and the cool night air flows over me in a wave. I am brought to realization of the situation I am now in. Totally naked, in an almost trance-like state, I am told to get out of the van and a stab of panic hits me. What is to happen to me?
I respond nonetheless and in the dim light I see a paved walkway leading to a large stone house twenty yards or so away from where the van is parked. As I step out, I am followed by my Comforter. She grabs my arm firmly but with care and urges me up the walk. As I walk behind the Guide I again notice her long hard legs and the movement of her skirt. A wave of excitement moves through me and I am aware of the swaying of my large and semi-hard cock, even in the night air.
As we reach the dim light of the house she turns and faces me.
"There are some final preparations before we meet the Mistress" she says.
The excitement and pleasure had distracted me from the anticipation of the meeting with her. The Guide stands close before me and the excitement of her hard, overpowering form hits me like a shock. Unlike the warm feminine stimulation of the beautiful breasts I had enjoyed, this creature offered the raw excitement of hard passion. I felt myself grow harder.
