This story and it's following parts will cover subjects that include but are not limited to:
Incest, freeuse, forced, bondage and same sex relationships.
Edited by: sissy_smalldick
Finding myself: Part 2
I walked up to the door. I hoped that my mask would hide my nervousness. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my shoulders back, straightening up. I reached for the door and opened it and walked inside. I went to the same booth I was seated at on my last visit and ordered a beer. I arrived early, hoping to have a beer or two before this mystery person arrived. The room was dark with muted lighting. I thought I saw the same girls from last week, laughing and walking across the far side of the room, but they only appeared as shadows. After I finished my first beer and ordered the second, the familiar waitress came over, delivering the beer with the message that my new mistress was here and would be over soon. I tried to talk to say I did not need a mistress, but was cut off as soon as I opened my mouth. I was reminded that I had confessed that I had a need for a female to take charge and to just wait.
I was not alone long, before a young woman in a red corset and matching panties sat across from me. She looked to be 5'2, maybe 5'3, red hair in a tight ponytail down past her shoulders, and a masquerade mask hiding her identity. She stared at me without saying anything. She did not smile or blink. It was unnerving. Her nails started taping in a rhythmic pattern then abruptly stopped, looked me in the eyes, and said "you will do, well at least for now." I did not know what to think or do. She resumed taping her fingers then stopped again. "You will do what I say, when I say it, how I say it. You will call me Mistress K. Do you understand?"
"Wha-"
"Yes, or no. That is all you will say."
I responded yes. I had questions, like what was going on? But I was becoming turned on by this young woman, so much so that I would agree to whatever she said. She knew what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her. Abruptly, she stood up, pointed to her side, and said "come," walking away. I followed, keeping myself as close as I could to the place she had pointed. After three steps, she turned on me with a flash of anger in her eyes. Leaning in, burning my eyes with her stare, she spoke. "When I say come, you will follow me, you got that part right, but you will do so on your hands and knees. Understand this and I will reward you for your good behavior, but I will punish you for your failures and this, this is a failure." Taking a deep breath like she was resetting herself, she resumed speaking. "This is your warning, after today things will be different. But because I have not taught you what to do, I cannot expect you to know anything. This will change tonight."
Still in a bit of excited shock, I lowered myself to the ground. I looked up at her feeling like a dog trying to make its master happy. I was also feeling confused. I did want a woman to take charge, but I was not sure if I wanted to be treated as an animal. Still, I crawled to the side and slightly behind Mistress K.
We entered a small room with three red and black walls. The fourth was floor to ceiling mirrors. The mirror had a slight darkening to it, not the crystal clear of a bathroom mirror. I was sure whatever happened, others could watch. I was instructed by Mistress K to kneel at her feet, as she sat in an oversized armchair. She smiled then, and the smile reached her eyes. I felt a jolt of pride in seeing her smile, even though I did not know why she was smiling. She threw one leg over an arm rest, and planted the other on the ground. Now sitting on an angle, her full nubile body on display, only hidden by her corset and thong.
I was instructed that, as it was our first time meeting, she needed to see what skills I had. Pointing at me and hooking her finger to her covered pussy, in a gleeful tone she told me to pleasure her, and that my pleasure, if I was to receive any, would be equal to her's. With the clear invitation and expectation, I leaned forward, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My dick was straining in my underwear to be freed. My mind tingling in anticipation of touching and licking my first pussy in years. I felt a quick stab of worry. What if I did not please this mystery woman? Would I ever have a chance to live this fantasy, even if I was not sure where it was headed? Taking a deep breath in, her scent bringing me back to where I was, I reached out and moved the thin fabric aside.
I dove in, lost in the moment. As soon as I saw she was shaved bald, and just the tips of her lips poking out through the tightest slit I had ever seen, I was in heaven. I had no real talent with my tongue, and tried as hard as I could with sheer determination. I remembered something about writing the alphabet with your tongue, so I tried that. I tried long slow licks. I sucked and nibbled. She was getting wetter as time went on. When I heard a slight gasp, I moved my right hand from her thigh to gently rub her inner lips, before sliding my middle finger in and hooking it up, while moving my mouth up to her clit and sucking. She responded by pulling me tight into her crotch, so that it was hard to breathe. At the time, I did not care. I was in heaven. It felt like I had been used and I liked it. Her orgasm shook her whole body. Her hands went from holding my head close, to her pulling me by the hair, painfully. Her legs locked around me. Through the pain, I could hear her gasping for air, and the whimpers of joy and pleasure that escaped her lips, and again I was confused, the pain I was sure was not for me. But giving pleasure was such a joy.
