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Visit With Mistress

By: Skyler Marie



The ache in my shoulders and neck plagued me like a toothache. I had lost track of time and could only imagine how long I had been hanging by my wrists. The dim light that filtered through the small windows lead me to believe that it was well into the late afternoon, and Mistress Veronica was nowhere to be found.

I was in a dreamy state when the winch above me groaned to life. As my feet touched the floor completely I moaned in satisfaction. As my arms lowered I felt the deep pleasure of my muscles loosening. The dull ached that radiated throughout my upper torso was a this punishment by my actions. I knew I shouldn't have touched Mistress. I am trained well and know that when Mistress desires my touches she demands them, yet that very morning I was so overrun by desire that slipped my fingers inside her wet pussy without a second thought. I had brought her permission. I shouldn't have put that look in her eye and the added wetness between her legs. I knew Mistress was shocked by my brazen actions and even after she regained her composure I could see the fury in her deep blue eyes. The look she gave seemed to be embedded into my mind and even now the that I was just standing with my arms bound I could still recall every spark of fury.

I heard her heels click upon the hardwood floor. She was walking toward me. My heart stuttered within my chest. Her gait sounded strong and with purpose and I knew when the rhythmic click, click, click had stopped; she was close. I stood as still as possible and tried to steady my breathing. The sound of my own heartbeat was thumping loudly and I wondered if she could hear it too. I caught a whiff of her perfume, it made my breath catch in my throat and my cock twitched with desire.

The sound cut through the air, the woosh and snap of her tool. My body shuddered as she repeatedly cracked the whip into the air. I could feel the line of sweat trail down the middle of my back. I knew better than to speak unless she spoke to me first, and even as the words escaped my lips her whip found its mark across my already abused shoulders. I drew in a deep breath as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. When the second lash hit, I screamed out. Mistress simply laughed as she skillfully delivered a series of blows to first my shoulders then my ass. I had lost count somewhere around 15 and I hadn't realized that she had stopped. I could feel the heat radiate from my skin where each blow had been delivered. She slowly ran her hands along my raised flesh and as she touched each new welt, that she had placed there, goosebumps rose on my flesh and tingles of pain radiated throughout my body.

She rubbed her hand along my chest and belly, coming to rest just above my cock, which was now growing with each new touch. She smiled widely as she raised my head to make me look deep into her eyes.

"you grow so nicely for Me"

I nodded in response, knowing that there never had been a more true statement. The feeling of pride coursed through my body and my cock seemed to be continually jumping in response. When she brought her hand down hard on my erection, I groaned with pleasure. She tightly grasp my balls and squeezed, digger her nails into the tender flesh of the underside. My cock throbbed like it held my heart within and I secretly wished she would member. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't realized she was talking to me

"BOY, ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION!?"

I heard the words loudly in my head but with the weakness that they left my lips you wouldn't have known it.

"Sorry Mistress, I wasn't paying attention, please forgive me." 

"Well a lowly little bitch like you should know better, you realize that you will need to be punished."

I immediately lowered my eyes.

"Yes Mistress, as you wish."

She walked away from me toward the hidden panel in the wall. After I heard it open with a small squeak I felt myself being raised as she engaged the wench somewhere high above me. My arms grew taut as I raised higher and higher onto the balls of my feet. It was only when my arms felt like they were being dislocated from my shoulders and just the tips of my toes brushed the floor did she stop. I dangled there at her mercy as I silently prayed that she would not whip me again.

I heard the click of her shoes as she walked toward the far wall cabinet. I knew her tools of torture were housed in that case. After all I had just cleaned every one of them onl days before as punishment for spilling a glass of wine on the couch. A chill ran down my spine and I mentally took an inventory of the vicious things she housed there. I heard her walked back toward me, and I blew out a hard breath.

When the first strike hit, I felt like she had taken my top layer of skin with it. She told me in a no nonsense tone that I was to count them off. I had been required to do this many times before and I tried desperately to keep an accurate count. I knew that if she asked and I gave her the wrong number she would begin the process all over again at one. 

"TEN!, Thank You Mistress!"

She kept going, and it seemed to me that each hit got a little harder.

"Twenty!, Thank you Mistress"

When she stopped and ran her fingertips along my back I took it as a signal that she was done. When the next lash struck I yelled out, she promptly delivered several more in quick secession. She walked around to face me and before she delivered the blows to my chest she laughed and said maybe next time I would remember to pay attention. After delivering ten hard blows to my chest she presented the handle of the cat. I kissed it tenderly as I had been taught to do. She seemed please, and walked back toward the wall. I heard her clip the cat back into place and sighed with relief as the winch began lowering me. As my feet touched flat, she stopped the movement. Even though my weight was once again supported by my own legs, my shoulders burned in protest. She let me stand this way for what seemed like forever, later I found it was only three short minutes. When she completely lowered me and unhooked my wrists I silently sighed in relief. My arms felt like jello and my skin burned from the impact. She guided me toward the sink in the corner of the room and allowed me to wash the sweat from my body. The cool water was like heaven as I lightly washed my face and chest. She nodded to me and I handed her the rag. She slowly washed my shoulders and back with great gentleness. The water seemed to ease the burn and I was grateful for the temporary reprieve. She nuzzled into my neck as she ran the cloth along my crotch. I could feel the coolness but it did little to quench the fire I was feeling surge through my body. When she pulled away abruptly I almost whimpered aloud. I wanted nothing more than to be close to her, to pleasure her and to show her all my love and devotion. She ran her hand along my face and gently brushed her lips against mine. My body melted against her as she deepened the kiss. I reached my arms around her, caressing her back. She pulled away and laid her hand on my chest.

"All in good time, my boy, all in good time..."

I lowered my head and cast my eyes toward the floor. She startled me when she grabbed the ring in my collar and led me to the far end of the basement before stopping in front of a large wooden door. I had never been through this door and I could feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach as she produced a key from between her glorious tit flesh. She unlocked the door and eased it open. She then reached around the corner and flicked on the light. My eyes flew open wide as I scanned the room. Her smile was wide as she walked me in front of each piece of equipment. First was the X-frame, and I smiled at the thought of being strapped to it. Next was a funny looking contraption that reminded me of a teepee, but along the top at the left side was a large dildo. She let me study it a bit longer. I realized that there were hooks along the sides at different heights. Suddenly it hit me, the use of such a device. I shuddered at the thought of sitting on such a harsh device and while the large phallus seemed like a tease to such an anal slut like myself, I still didn't like the idea of having my balls split in two by the tapered edge. I stood starring at the awful thing for a few moments, when I realized Mistress Veronica was starring at me. Her eyes were glazed and her smile huge, and I realized that not only had she seen my fear of this thing, but she had every intention of making me try it out. The next section contained a set of stocks, with soft padded bench areas on the sides. I thought next to the X-frame, that this was something I could endure without any real problems. The last machine she led me to was slick and by far the most intimidating.

The rack, as I had seen used in some old time black and white film was used to stretch a person, whom was bound by both hands and feet, to their limits and push them beyond. I wondered if it would be something I could handle. It was deep brown wood, polished to a beautiful shine. As we stood beside it I noticed that our reflection was as clear as looking into a mirror.

"You know you want on it, don't you boy?"

"I am not sure Mistress, but if it pleases you, I will try my best."

She smiled and without another word led my away. Part of me was disappointed as we left the room and returned to the main one. Mistress must have sensed the disappointment radiate off of me because she pulled me close and whispered that I would feel them all soon enough. I smiled sheepishly as |I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. She simply smiled at me as she removed my collar and cuffs. She said I did well and I had pleased her. I was filled with raw emotion. I dropped to my knees to show my gratefulness in her comments. She ran her hands through my hair as she spoke.

"My boy, you are very loved and you serve me well, now rise up and lets go fix something to eat, I am hungry."

I slowly rose to a standing position. She led the way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I stood and watched as she pulled stuff out of the fridge. She lined the counter with salad fixins and a pack of hamburger. She told me to slip on my shorts that lay on the stand in the hall and to go fire up the grill. I immediately went to find my shorts, dress and do as she commanded. 

I breathed in the cool air as I stepped out onto the deck. The lights that surrounded the top of the deck shown brightly enough that I didn't need the additional porch light. Part of me was grateful since I knew I bore the marks of Mistress's pleasure. No don't get me wrong I wear them with pride but the less questions I have to answer the better. How do you explain that a strong, virile man like myself cowers under the lash of a woman. How I let her degrade me, mark me and control me in every sense of the word. Many people just wouldn't understand the freedom of submission. The pride of wearing her stripes and the joy of doing her will.

She opened the sliding glass door and handed out the formed patties and a spatula. I nodded in thanks and quickly set to work preparing the burgers. As they cooked the smell filtered into my nostrils, my stomach growled loudly.

"Hungry my boy?"

I turned to see her standing in the doorway holding a glass of wine on one hand and a cold beer in the other. Her outfit was enough to make even my tongue sweat. The black and red lace glistened in the light of the deck. It hugged her curves and pushed her chest out for all to see. The simple bottoms were black with little red hearts embroidered on them, and the way they cupped her mound I couldn't help but stare at her. She had pulled back her hair, exposing her beautiful neck. I licked my lips hard.

"Mistress Veronica, you look so stunning and I truly don't deserve to be blessed by your beauty."

She laughed heartily and walked toward me. She extended her hand and gave me the beer. I drank deeply, savoring the taste; but never did I remove my eyes from her wondrous form. She walked to the grill and opened the lid. Flavor waifed from the hot rack and she touched her hand to her stomach, like a silent gesture that she was famished.

"I am hungry too my boy, and not just for food."

I smiled widely as my cock lunged, before resting in a semi erect state. She glanced down and chuckled then walked back into the house. She returned a short time later, plate in hand. I took the liberty of removing the plate from her hands, being sure that I rubbed my fingers along them. She simply shook her head and walked away. My insides were a frenzy of nerves as well as arousal.

We sat and ate in near silence. She sat to my left. I rose halfway through to top off her wine. She smiled and said I was a good boy and that because I was so attentive to her needs, I should have another beer. I thanked her by knelling and kissing her glorious feet. The sight of which, with shiny red polish, seems to turn me on without warning. I looked up at her with wanton lust and when her eyes fixed on mine I felt like we were totally in tune with each other. I slowly slid my hands up her legs until I reached her deeply tanned thighs. I looked at her with questioning eyes. She simply nodded and spread her legs wide. I leaned forward, laying my head upon her leg.

Her black lacy panties molded her pussy like a glove and as a result my erection was painfully pressing tight against my shorts. I inhaled deeply, breathing in her wonderful scent. The mix of her perfume and her sexual arousal was almost to much to bare. I kissed her pussy through her panties and she moaned in response. My cock lurched upward against it's confines and I actually became lightheaded. She knew my body language better than I did and to add insult to injury she thrust her panty covered wonder into my face. My nose crushed against her clit, which I could tell was erect with arousal. She groaned loudly as she rocked herself back and forth over my face. I felt like I would cum right there on the spot and I fought to control myself. She slowly lifted her hips and removed her black lace. Her pink folds beckoned me closer and closer and I realized I could do nothing more than bury my face into them. I feverishly worked my tongue in and out of her wet hole as the first orgasm hit her. She grabbed my head hard as she rode the wave of pleasure. Her body went lax for a brief moment then the second wave overtook her. I flicked my tongue over her engorged clit as her pleasured scream echoed through my head. She recovered quickly, then reached down cupping my face and pulling it from her sopping wet pussy. She leaned down and crushed her lips against mine. I returned her kisses and with a fevered passion, and our tongues danced together in glorious rhythm. When she finally pulled away I realized that her breathing was just as erratic as my own and the flush in her face spoke to me in volumes.

She slowly reached for her wine and quickly gulped the remaining contents of her glass. I stood, bracing myself against the table, until I could find my balance, then proceeded to pour her more. She thanked me as she lit us both a cigarette. I sat next to her as we smoked, never saying a word and never taking my eyes off of her. I watched as the flushness in her cheeks slowly faded and I wondered if her arousal had faded too. I knew that my erection had subsided but my level of arousal was still running at full speed. I licked my lips, tasting her remnants as I did. I felt my cock twinge. She looked at me intently and I wondered if she knew what had happened to me. I didn't let on but I could feel the embarrassment rise in my face. I wondered if she realized just of the effect she had on me and if she realized just how much I wanted her. I was lost in my own thoughts when she rose from the table, grabbed her glass and walked out onto the deck. I followed her like a little lost puppy dog and when she reached back to take my hand I felt much like one as well. She sat on the swing and motioned for me to join her. We sat in silence for a long while before she spoke.

"My boy, you will be taking me to bed tonight, but we must discuss something first."

My heart gave a quick shudder as I looked at her. I was all kinds of nervous and I felt like I was literally shaking in my seat, but much to my relief I realized it was all on the inside. My mind was going about a thousand different directions and I sat stiff as a board. She was calm as she spoke and even as she grasp my sweaty hands she remained the picture of perfect composure.

"I seem to be missing some personal items and I wondered if you knew anything about it."

I gulped hard as her eyes burned holes into me.

"I..... Mistress, I .......... Mistress, I took a pair of your panties home with me on my last visit." 

I didn't realize that I had yelled it out until she recoiled. 

"I see, and why didn't you just ask for them?"

"Mistress I am sorry, I knew I was leaving for my business trip and wouldn't see you for three long weeks. But I have them with me now. I laundered them and had planned to put them back without you knowing. I was embarrassed Mistress, Please forgive me."  

She starred at me for what seemed like an eternity. My face was hot like fire and my hands slipped freely from hers due to the sweat. I stammered like an idiot as I tried to explain myself again and again and I thought for sure I would die on the spot from embarrassment.

"Mistress I smelled them every chance I could during the days and nights I was away. I would rub them over my body while fantasizing about your touches."

She nodded, as if she understood my need, as she stood. I gasp when she pulled the panties from the deck box. I noticed that they were still as neatly folded as when I had placed them in my bag Friday morning. 

She slipped them up over her hips and with a tiny snap adjusted them into place. She had placed them so that they ran snugly along her slit and her pussy lips were showing on either side of the fabric. The sight was so erotic and while my own shame shown brightly I realized that my cock was rock hard and straining for release from the denim confines that trapped it.

She furiously rubbed her exposed lips while I watched. One glorious orgasm after another overtook her and she reached out for me to steady herself. I held her steady and she expertly removed the now soaking wet panties from her body. She stood in front of me as she turned them crotch side out. Without notice she shoved the pussy juice soaked fabric into my mouth as she stood me up and guided me inside. Her taste was strong and I mumbled my thanks into the wonderful gag.

She pushed me down roughly onto the ottoman in the livingroom then proceeded to bind me in place by my wrists. Tears fell from my eyes as she slapped me hard across the face, something she had never done before now. 

"You never steal from me boy, perhaps this will teach you."

She flexed the leather belt before me, then slowly walked behind me. She landed four hard blows to one cheek then the other. I cried out but my screams were mere grunts through my panty gag. My body shook as she continued to beat my ass with the leather belt. I could feel the heat radiate from my backside and I prayed that it would stop. Tears fell freely as she continued to place the blows on my ass and upper thighs. I tried to block out the pain and I felt myself slipping into a trance like state as she wailed on me some more. When I felt her hands rubbing along my tattered body, I went limp against the stool. I had a hard time breathing. My entire backside felt like it was ablaze and I greedily sucked air deeply as she finally removed my gag. My lungs burned with each inhale and I fought off the faint feeling by starring at a knot on the floorboard in front of me. She let me tied there as she walked from the room. When she returned she carried a tall glass of water. She held it to my lips and I greedily drank. My stomach ached and my body felt shaky. She lifted my head gently, then without warning she crammed her pussy into my face. I tried to lick and suck her the best I could from my position. She yanked my head back hard by my hair and looked deep into my eyes. She had a wicked almost evil grin on her face making my whole body shudder.


Visit With Mistress Ch. 02



I shifted from one foot then the other as I listened intently to the voice drone on from the speakers overhead. The terminal was busy this time of day and I wondered just how many travelers were going for business vs. pleasure. For the most part, I have found a wide variety of people visiting our area at any given time of year, after all Manassas, VA is only 30 some minutes from DC. We get your classic businessmen and women who prefer to commute rather than live in the city, those that might be on the fast tract in politics or work for someone who is. We have the more laid back people who visit for the local history, and attractions and we have those who simply were born here and never left. I am not really in any of those categories. I was born and raised in a small hick-town in P. I traveled some for various odd jobs when I first graduated from high school. While finishing my last year in college I had to travel to the area for a convention, liked the area and simply stayed on but more importantly than a general love of the area and surroundings Veronica lives here. Cost of living is kind of high depending on the part you are in, but as a freelance security consultant, I find it manageable.

Veronica is not my wife, but she owns me in every sense of the word. She is my friend, my lover and my confidant but the most fascinating and important role she has is as my Mistress. I have been serving Mistress for a little over a year now and when I say life has never been the same since I met her is a gross understatement. Not only has she opened my eyes to the glory and freedom of submission, she has helped me grow as a man. While our relationship is far from etched in stone as permanent, we have both expressed a deep love for one another, and while marriage is not really on the radar of future events we are both committed to the other and intend to stay that way. My name is Charles Miner, I am 38 years old, 5'10 with dirty blond hair, blue eyes and a stocky, semi muscular build. I am just your everyday average Joe. I have a wide variety of interests as well as experiences, but none quite as eye-opening as my time has been since Veronica entered my life.

Mistress Veronica was due on the 10:30 train and while it was only quarter after I expected that her to be a little late. The storms that had been ravishing the area for the last week were still in full blown force, but it is to be expected when a hurricane blew through the area not but a 100 miles away. While rain wasn't such an issue for the train routes, the winds and heavy commuters who didn't want to drive in it were cause for delays. I was listening intently to the disembodied voice that filtered from the speakers, hoping to hear Mistress's train announced. People were milling around, looking water-logged and chilled. I walked to the small coffee/deli stand, ordered a large coffee and paid the clerk. I was sipping coffee and contemplating where I was going to take Mistress to lunch, when I heard her train announced, I glanced at my watch, 10:40, then walked slowly toward the loading platforms to wait for her arrival. 

I watched the train crest the small incline and chug into the station. I could see people anxious to collect family and friends crowd the platforms. I stood back behind a row of benches and patiently waited for the nuts to gather their people and move along. I slowed my breathing but my heart was pounding within my chest. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, closed my eyes and took a deep cleansing breath. I opened my eyes slowly and glanced around. Many of the rushing nuts were hugging people and guiding them to the far end of the building, where the parking area was. I was still perusing the areas around the doors when a tingling sensation washed over my body. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest as I glanced to the far end and saw her emerge from the door. I tried to wave to get her attention but my arms felt like they had lead weights attached to them. I smiled widely and willed myself to move toward Mistress. I saw her surveying the area, no doubt looking for me. I saw a smile cross her lips as our eyes met above the heads of others. It was like someone shot an electric current through my entire body. I slowly put one foot in front of the other, walking toward her. As she approached, she reached out, gathered me close and held on. I pulled her deep into my arms breathing in the faint scent of her perfume and the smell of fresh rain. Her clothes were damp and her hair a bit rumpled but she was a picture of pure beauty. I loosened my grip as she took a step backward.

"You look well my boy. Have you done as I asked?"

I nodded and moved my eyes downward slightly.

"Very good, let's get out of here."

I reached for her hand, and while she hesitated briefly she soon had her fingers entwined with me as we walked to the parking lot. I desperately wanted to know all about her trip, all about the success with the account mergers, and how she had spent her time while she wasn't working. I wondered if she had thought of me as often as I had her and if she had missed me. I wondered what the weekend would consist of and exactly what she had planned to do with me. I was sort of lost in my own thoughts; however I realized that Veronica hadn't said but a few words since de-boarding the train.

"Umm, Mistress, Are you okay? You have been very quiet."

"Yes boy I am fine, just a little tired, thank you for the concern."

I looked at her, smiled and brought our entwined fingers to my lips. I kissed them gently before letting our hands fall back to our side between us. I saw the car off in the distance and hit the key fob to unlock the doors. She opened the back door, put her carry on and small suitcase into the back seat and slid into the passenger seat of my Buick. I could feel my face scrunch with uncertainly as I walked to the driver side and slide in. To say something was off with Mistress was a sad explanation. Firstly she doesn't say much which is not normal after we have not seen each other for over two weeks then she relinquishes the driving responsibilities. This is never done; Mistress always drives, even for our first official date, she drove. I was a little concerned and had an unsettled feeling deep within my belly. My expression must have conveyed this to Mistress.

"Boy I am okay, as I said I am just tired. I want to go home and shower and get into some comfortable clothes and just relax."

I nodded, and proceeded to head toward her home. The radio was playing softly in the background and traffic was heavy but moving as a decent rate. I periodically glanced in her direction, each time noting that her head was back, eyes closed and breathing seemed slow and controlled. I wondered what was running through her mind, what had happened in New York and what my role would be for the weekend to come. 

"Mistress would you like me to stop somewhere to grab lunch to take back to the house? I did some shopping per your instructions but nothing is really a quick throw together meal."

She answered softly with yes and then turned her head toward the window. My concern shot to an all time high level as I watched her pull into herself even more. I desperately wanted to demand her to tell me what was wrong and what I could do to help, I wanted to shake her out of her frumpy mood and gather her close so she wouldn't feel as alone as she seemed to be making herself. I sighed loudly as I pulled into Kentucky Fried Chicken's drive-thru and placed my order. Mistress still sat perfectly still in the seat beside me. She was not talking, her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. I wasn't sure if she was sleeping or not but even if she was it did little to ease the feelings to inadequacy. There have been plenty times within this last year as Mistress's boy that I have felt like I didn't quite measure up to expectations, but my feelings now didn't seem to revolve around submissiveness but rather plain ol human emotion of not knowing what to do for one you loved. I sighed loudly again and waited. When my display was not even acknowledged, I concentrated on my driving and went with the assumption that Mistress was softly sleeping. I never realized that after the sigh, she had opened her eyes and a single tear escaped from her.

I pulled into the drive 20 minutes later, parked and nudged Mistress's leg.

"We are here, go ahead and get inside out of the rain and I will get the stuff from the car and bring in along."

She nodded and trotted off up to sidewalk, onto the porch, unlocked the door and scurried inside. I gathered all the bags and hot-footed it to the door. After stepping inside slipping out of my wet sneakers, I walked to the kitchen with food bags in hand. I quietly and quickly retrieved plates and glasses from the cupboard, set the table and poured each of us a glass of wine. Mistress stood with her back to me looking out into her backyard. I could see the tension spanning across her shoulders. I slowly crossed to room, stood behind her and began to carefully massage her shoulders, trying to ease the tension. She sighed slightly and eased back into me.

"Charlie, thank you for picking me up, for getting lunch and simply being here."

"Mistress, all for your pleasure and love. Please tell me what has you so troubled."

"All in good time, my boy. Let's eat before it gets cold, you know how gross mashed potatoes are cold."

She plastered a fake smile onto her face, reached for her wine and drank half the glass in one swallow. She sat and filled her plate. I said nothing as I watched her, my concern growing more intense by the minute. Mistress certainly wasn't herself, I secretly hoped a little food, a little wine and a good hot shower would bring her out of her mood. She picked her way through her food as I did mine. Tension was thick in the air and I tried desperately to think of something to say. Mistress broke the monotony by asking about the large corporate job I was working on. I explained that the owners were interested in outfitting all 12 of their companies and using one firm to do so. If I could offer the right price and options I would be set very well for the next several years. I told her how the father Mr. Randell Sr had several security companies he was looking into and in the course of his searches my name came up. Needless to say I was beyond thrilled when his secretary called to request an appointment. I told her for the last week, I had been traveling to different business locations in the area to see the lay-out and would be traveling to Florida next week to look into the three buildings that were there as well. I told her how this was a huge opportunity for me and while it was a little overwhelming at this point I was making it my mission to write the proposal and blow my competition out of the water. Since I am geared more toward private residential security this would be a huge step to broaden my horizons and I felt I could tackle it balls to the wall and make it work. Of course, deep down I also knew that if I took this job and failed I would never work as a security consultant again. She listened intently as I rambled on about the job and possibilities it could bring. 

I realized I was indeed rambling when she cleared her throat and her eyes traveled to her empty wine glass.

I quickly went to retrieve the bottle from the fridge. 

"So sorry Mistress, I got carried away."

She simply nodded as I refilled her glass. I looked at her for permission, she nodded again and I refilled mine as well.

I sat back down, pulled her feet into my lap and slowly made circles with my palms over the surface. A small groan escaped from her lips as I worked my way over first one entire foot and ankle then the other. I let me hands creep onto her calves massaging as I went. I made my way up her legs, about mid thigh, she reached out lifted my face toward hers, looked eyes with me and leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against mine. My head was buzzing with pleasure and I felt the familiar tingles in my nether regions as she deepened the kiss. A moan filtered into the kitchen but at that point I was unsure if it was from her of me. She pulled back slightly, smiled at me and said it was good to be home. I asked softly, if she was ready to talk, she said no but she was ready to a bath. I quickly rose, and hurried off to the bathroom to ready Mistress's bath.

When I say my training was complete, I do mean complete. Mistress trained me not only to be a good submissive but also a good housewife. I know how to cook, clean and serve both in and out of the bedroom or dungeon. I take great pride in the things I have learned and some have proved to be invaluable lessons in the everyday work I do. I do not consider myself an overly sensitive man; however it is very safe to say I am in touch more with the softer, more romantic and compassionate side of myself since being with Mistress. I can also say safely that because of this side of me I have acquired two higher end clients. Where the husbands and real bread winners of those households would have never considered me, the wives, upon hearing of my understanding sensitive nature demanded my services. Needless to say I have more clients waiting for consultations as a result. I smiled as I added the salts to the steamy water. The fragrance was a cross between some flower of some sort and of open meadow bordered by woods, or at least that was my sensory factor was on the matter. I loved the smell and the frothy green tinted water. I knew from personal experience that a bath in this water was a bit like a full out body massage. The scent was mellowing, the water and froth relaxing and the smell clung to you for hours later. This is the same scent that reminded me of Mistress and all her glory, as she has shower gel and shampoo that carries the same scent, she always smells like this even if it is a faint remnant. I quickly lay out candles along the tub rim and lit them. I dimmed the lights and went to retrieve Mistress Veronica. 

She was again standing as the kitchen window gazing out into her backyard and the tension was back across her shoulders. Her wine glass was in her hand and her knuckles were white from her tight grip on it.

"Mistress, your bath is prepared, please allow me to bathe you, pamper you and love you."

She turned, smiled and ran her hand along the curve of my face. She leaned in, kissed me lightly and then walked to the sink; she rinsed her glass and placed it in the drainer. I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck.

"Please Mistress; let me take care of you."

"My boy, indeed you may."

I lead her through the living room, up the steps and down the hall into the bath. The air was steamy, the woodsy scent strong and the flickering candles set a romantic mood I was hoping for. I slowly turned to her, leaned in and kissed her gently. Slowly I rubbed my hands along her arms and back again. I circled her waist and pulled her into me. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered.

"Mistress, I am yours for whatever you desire, I am yours in mind, body and soul."

With careful and slow movements I lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. I pulled her close again, feeling her nipples through her satin and lace bra. I slowly ran hands along her torso, and ran my thumbs along the undersides of her breasts. She inhaled sharply. I guided my hands to the waist of her pants and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them to reveal a matching satin and lace pair of panties. I eased them both from her hips in one fluid movement. I wanted desperately to touch her woman parts to caress and taste. To savor my Mistress. I was certain she could feel my wanton desire shooting off my in waves, I licked my lips hard as I bent to remove her pants the rest of the way. I ran my hands along my legs as I moved the fabric down and away from her body. A shiver went through her from my touches. My head was spinning and my semi erect member was causing me issues in focusing. I took a deep breath and stood in front of her.

"Mistress...."

I grasp her hand and slowly pulled her toward the tub; I helped her in and watched her ease down into the steamy water. A sigh escaped her lips as she eased down farther into the water. I stood a few moments watching her. The tension seemed to ease away from her body as she let the water envelope her. Her head was leaned backwards and her eyes were closed. The water barely covered her naked breasts and what had been frothy a short time before was now just pale green tinted water. Her form shimmered in the water and the raw lust for her was surging at an all time high throughout my body. I slowly reached for the cloth and soap. Lathering it up, I started in slow circles on her shoulder, washing as I slide the rag along her form. Her eyes remained closed and a small smile could be seen at the corners of her mouth. I inched my way along, tenderly washing her tit flesh, then belly. I eased to the base of the tub and washed her feet and legs, making it to mid thigh before I stopped abruptly.

"Problem, my boy?"

I stammered a bit when I spoke. 

"Mistress, I need you to open your legs so I can wash you proper."

Mistress slowly parted her legs for me; I gulped down hard set my mind to focus on the washing part and slowly worked the rag between her legs. She moaned out as I made tiny circles with the cloth. I could feel the heat radiate from her. My heart was hammering within my chest, my hands were not as steady as I would have liked them to be and my erection was downright painful within the confines of my jeans. Her eyes opened a bit and she smiled at me. 

"Boy, you are doing a wonderful job, this is just want I needed."

I smiled down at her and continued to carefully wash, moving away from her woman part. She leaned forward and I carefully washed her shoulders and back. When I was content with the job, I rang the cloth out and hang it on the nozzle.

"Mistress, I would be happy to wash your hair also but I know you do not do so in the tub, so the shower would need turned on. I will clean up the mess if you want me to do it from out here."

She gave a deep throaty laugh

"I think you would do just about anything at this point to get into the shower with me my boy."

I blushed freely, but deep down I knew she was right, I would indeed promise her the world for a chance to run my hands along her wet silky body and enter her warm inner folds. I simply nodded not trusting myself to talk out loud. She slowly stood, the water cascaded off her naked form. I drew in a deep breath and exhaled forcefully. She adjusted the running water to the desired temperature and pulled the curtain closed. The spray rocketed out of the shower-head with force, I took a step back, inhaled deeply again and peeked behind the curtain. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed again and the water was running freely from her hair. I carefully pulled the curtain back a bit more grabbed the shampoo and poured a small amount into my open palm. A light mist covered the entire front of my body from the spray but I didn't care. She moaned softly as I worked the lather up and massaged her scalp, I kneaded the back of her neck then adjusted the spray to rinse her clean. When she was thoroughly rinsed, I stood back to admire her form.

Mistress is not what I would classify as a large woman, she stands just over 5'4, has short choppy blond hair and deep green eyes. Her chest is perfect in my opinion coming in at a solid 38C with silver bars through her nipples, which top off the appeal. Her weight is evenly proportioned with the rest of her but she does carry a bit more around her middle. I think she is perfect in every way. Her laugh is deep, she smiles freely and she has an attitude that just doesn't quit. She can be ever so sensual or she can be a hard, sadistic bitch. I love her and all her personalities. I was unsure as to which Mistress would be like this weekend but I was ready for whatever she wanted. I don't see her on a regular basis; this is by her choice not mine, so the time we do spend together is a treasured experience for us both. I wonder at times if she has more than one submissive but I would never have the balls to ask. This would truly be a reason for severe punishment and I seem to manage enough odd punishments without adding fuel to the fire. I was deep into my own rambling thoughts when I heard the shower being shut off. I quickly grabbed a towel from the rack and held it out for Mistress to step into. I wrapped her into the towel, hooking it at her breast and grabbed another for her hair. After toweling her hair and removing the other one and doing the same with her body, I laid a towel on the toilet and told Mistress to sit. I carefully brushed through her hair and applied her lotion to her still warm skin. The scent was intoxicating to say the least.




Visit With Mistress Ch. 02



We walked to the living room area and I asked if she would like a fire built, she nodded and I quickly set to work on the task. Once the fire caught I stood to offer her a glass of wine, only to find her huddled on the couch sound asleep. I sighed loudly more out of disappointment than anything and walked to the chest to get a blanket. I covered her, and walked to the kitchen.

I retrieved a beer from the fridge and walked out onto the deck. The rain had stopped, for the moment, and while the sky was still cloudy and gloomy the temperature was on the rise. I leaned across the railing and nursed my beer. I wondered what had been troubling Mistress Veronica so much and why she seemed so reluctant to talk to me. I worried that somehow I had broken her trust again but didn't see how that was possible. I thought of the panties she had given me on my last visit, how I had come to get them, the punishment I had endured for having them in the first place and also how she has used them against me while we were apart. 

My mind drifted back to last week and the screaming text message that woke me from a deep sleep at 5 am. Mistress had arrived and was safe and she would text me with further instructions. I had no idea what further instructions consisted of but I was sure she wouldn't leave me waiting long. 

That day was hectic to say the least. I was to tour 4 of the 9 buildings, in the area, for Canton Brothers, Inc, with the understanding that not only was I checking the buildings for security issues and trying to come up with a better proposal to enhance it but that I too was going to be under careful scrutiny. The day consisted of many notes, a few hours of drive time and about a million steps. By 2 o clock my nerves were frazzled and I was famished. I plugged the final address into my GPS and headed in that direction. I saw a little mom and pop diner along my route and decided this was as good as any other place to eat. I sat ordered a burger, fries and chocolate shake and checked my phone while I waited. I had two missed calls and 4 text messages. My heart sunk when I realized all were from Mistress Veronica.

Boy, you surely remember my parting gift to you. You are to wear them when you get home tonight, wear them and nothing else. Think of Me 

My mind went in an instant whirl of activity. Surely she couldn't be serious. I was to wear her panties. I wasn't even sure I could fit them let alone wear them. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I continued through my phone.

Remember to think of me while you have them on

Cripes; I thought how could I not think about her. She was on my mind since I found her note. She was in New York for God sakes and I was stuck here listening to the drone security people give me the high points of the systems in place. I was missing her like crazy and wondering how she was fairing at her meetings

Text me boy

My heart sunk further as I looked at the timestamp, which was two hours earlier in the day. My hand was shaky, my heart was hammering and I could feel the line of sweat roll down the small of my back. I quickly called my voice mail and listened to the messages.

"You have not texted me, boy. Surely you do not want to ignore your Mistress. Text me, or better yet call me"

I listened to the second.

"Boy the longer I wait, the angrier I get. I know you are not avoiding me, for that would be very unwise of you to do. You WILL call me when you get this" 

I could feel my sweat pooling into the crack of my ass and dampen my brow, I inhaled deeply in an attempt to try and regulate my breathing which was now erratic. My hands were shaking so badly I had to physically put my phone down. I didn't know exactly what a panic attack felt like but I was pretty sure I was having one. The waitress set my meal in front of me, I jumped at the noise.

"Hey Mister, are you okay?"

I nodded and she walked away. I mopped at my face with my napkin and drank three long swallows of milkshake. I stared down at the food on my plate, my stomach rolled in silent protest. I took another swallow of shake and took several more deep breaths. I carefully read the final text message.

YOU DISAPPOINT ME BOY

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks and I quickly used my napkin to wipe them away. My stomach was on fire and my mouth was so dry I wondered if I had any spit left at all. I took another swallow of shake then stood, walked to the register, plate in hand.

"Can you please wrap this to go, please?"

The woman walked into the back and returned moments later with a large Styrofoam container. I thanked her, paid the bill and walked outside.

I was concentrating on my breathing as I walked the short distance to my car. Once inside I dug my phone from my pocket began to text.

Mistress, I am so sorry I was on the job without a break until now, is it safe to call you?"

I blew out the breath I hadn't been aware I was holding and fumbled to light a cigarette. As I drew in the smoke, my phone vibrated.

I am not happy with you at all, now is not a good time, text me when you are home for night and I will decide if I want to speak with you.

I starred at the message for a long time, before closing my phone and pitching my cigarette butt out the window. I took several deep breaths and plugged the GPS back into my lighter. I wanted to get this done and over with so I could talk to Mistress and straighten things out.

When I arrived at the address I looked around, this was by far the busiest of all the plants and the biggest I had toured thus far. I gathered my files and quickly skimmed the notes from a previous phone call in which I set up this appointment. I found my contact person and we started the tour. Halfway through, my phone vibrated deep within my pocket. I quickly looked at the display, excused myself for a moment and hurried off to the nearest bathroom.

Remember my instructions, I will allow you to call me, but text first I may not be alone.

My stomach did a quick flop as I read the message. What the hell was that supposed to mean, she might not be alone. Anger coursed through me as I read the message for a second time, we were together, I served her and how could she do this? I contemplated this as I relived myself and washed my hands. The rational side of my brain has started to kick in and I started thinking about other options to what her message could mean. She was; after all in meetings; maybe she wasn't alone because of a business associate. Maybe she had friends in New York she was hooking up with and what she had to say was better for private moments. I chuckled at myself; of course they were better in private, to my knowledge nobody knew Veronica was my Mistress, hell maybe they didn't even know she had me in her life at all. I was sure I was over reacting. I left the bathroom and walked to the hall. I apologized to Jeff and told him a bold face lie that something I ate hadn't agreed with me and my stomach was giving me issues. He nodded in understanding and we continued the tour. Potential disaster avoided. 

When I walked to my car an hour later, I feet were killing me and I had a headache the size of the Grand Canyon. I dug into my glove box, popped four pain killers, chased it with some piss warm water and plugged home into the GPS. 

When I arrived home two hours later, my headache had subsided and I was starving. I quickly keyed myself into my apartment, threw my keys in the dish and headed to the kitchen. The burger and fries I had ordered earlier went straight into the trash to be set out the next morning, and I rummaged my fridge. Coming up with a cold beer and left over macaroni salad was the extent of my dinner. I quickly ate, stripped out of my clothes on the way to the bathroom and stood under that water until the spray ran cold. I toweled off and walked into my bedroom. I had Mistress's panties on my nightstand. I went to them and carefully held the soft material in my hand. I contemplating just calling her and explaining that I couldn't fit into them and didn't want to damage them. I blew out a deep sigh, threw the panties on the bed and walked into the bathroom. After splashing cold water onto my face I walked back to the bedroom, retrieved my cell and texted Mistress asking permission to call.

I pulled myself from my trip down memory lane, and retreated back into the house, grabbed a second beer and walked into the living room to check on Mistress. She had completely stretched out on the couch and was softly snoring. I walked to her kissed her lightly on the head and turned the lights out on my way to the guest room. I stretched out on the bed and flipped on the TV. As I flipped from channel to channel my mind traveled back again to Mistress and her panty challenge.

I could see myself pacing the room, panties in hand anxiously awaiting Mistress to text or call. I ran the silky fabric between my fingers, my cock lunged outward. I stripped out of my shorts and tossed them on the bed. I ran the panties along my chest and down my torso stopping just above my cock, and a shudder coursed through me. My cheeks were flaming hot. I flopped onto the bed, left out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. I could picture Mistress wearing the panties I grasp in my hand. I sighed again and rose. I slipped them onto my feet and sat there looking down at them dangling there. I chuckled at myself and the situation I was in. I wanted to please Mistress Veronica in every sense of the word, I wanted to be with her, learn from her and even feel her lash. I wanted to serve her as her one and only submissive. I stood and slowly pulled the panties up and over my hips. I tucked myself inside them. They were tight and I felt like my legs were being cut off, but I was in them. I was in them for Mistress. I quickly grabbed my phone

I am wearing your panties; they are tight and growing tighter as I grow for you.

I smiled at the memory as I rolled over and reached for a cigarette. I grabbed my bag from the floor and decided now would be a good time to tend to them, now would be a good time to get my mind on anything non sexual and non erotic. As quiet as possible I began putting my clothes away. I stopped abruptly as I pulled her panties from my bag. I had washed them, and after repeated times of wearing them for my Mistress within the last two weeks the legs were now stretched to fit. I run them along my face and down my chest. I smiled wide as the thoughts screamed through my head. 

Mistress had been sleeping for over an hour now, surely she wouldn't mind if I woke her.



Visit With Mistress Ch. 03



I struggled with the inner turmoil of just how best to wake Mistress. My mind was racing as I stepped out of my clothes and stepped into the beautiful black lace panties.

Surely she would be pleased that I had let her rest, and surely she would take pleasure in the fact that I was following orders and wearing her panties. I stopped as the top of the steps, took several deep breaths and tried to settle my raging emotions. What if I was making a mistake? What if Mistress didn't plan to use me this weekend? What if I angered her by waking her? My mind was a flurry of activity as a descending into the den area and stood gazing across the room at her sleeping form.

I ran my hands roughly over my face as I slowly walked across the room. The fire had long since gone to embers and a subtle dampness seemed to hover throughout the room. I walked quickly to the hearth and went about laying the tender inside. As the fire caught and grew, I sat starring into the building flames. My emotions and mind were a flurry of activity; I turned at a rustling sound behind me.

Mistress Veronica sat up slowly, pushing the blanket aside as she did. She rubbed her eyes and quickly perused the room, with her gaze finally coming to rest on me.

"Mistress, I hope you slept well."

"Yes boy, I am sorry I was more tired than I realized and have not made for very good company, but I shall remedy this all in good time."

I nodded as I rose to walk toward her. I was silently relieved that I hadn't had to come up with a proper way to wake her now and that she couldn't be angry with me if I had done so. When I stood before her, eyes downcast and hands behind my back in a "present" position, she slowly uncurled herself the rest of the way and stood.

A whisper of a smile hinted at her lips and her eyes were sparkling. She slowly walked around my form, tenderly reaching to touch a little here and there. When she made her way round me and reached my front she slowly lifted my face in her hands.

"Nice panties, my boy."

"Thank You Mistress, it is always a pleasure to wear things that please you."

She reached down and cupped my balls within her hand ever so gently, before leaning in the softly kiss my lips. 

"I have plans for you this weekend Charlie, but I think a little wine is in order and some talking first."

"Of course Mistress."

I quickly knew my duties and while no specifics were given I was in full understanding that I now had my role clearly outlined and fell into the submissive place at once. I quickly went to retrieve her wine and asked permission that I may enjoy a glass with her. She gladly agreed.

I quickly gathered wine, glasses and a small fruit and cheese platter I had prepared from her instructions earlier and moved swiftly back to the den and my awaiting Mistress. 

She stood in front of the fire, her arms encircling her torso and her eyes staring intently on the fire. I cleared my throat as I walked toward her, set the tray down and reached out to her. Pulling her into my arms and holding her there; seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, when she sighed and nuzzled into my chest I drew her deeper into my embrace while softly running my hand along her back.

"Mistress, please tell me what has you so troubled."

"Yes... Yes I will my boy, I will tell you all of it, Come we will sit and enjoy our wine first."

Sitting and sipping wine, Mistress lay her feet across my lap. I automatically began slow, soft caresses to her feet and legs. She tipped her head back in quiet pleasure. I toyed with the tender flesh behind her knees, making her moan out. As my hands traveled up her legs and come to rest on her exposed thighs I dug my fingers into her warmed flesh. Her response was immediate. Her eyes flew open and bore holes into my own. Her wanton desire was rolling off her in waves, and my own needs were taking form with a fearless vengeance. As I moved my hand positions and slowly ran my hands along her inner thighs I careful and purposefully ran my thumb along her panty covered mound. Her sharp intake of breath told me that she was enjoying all I was doing. My own erection was screaming from the confines of the black lace and I desperately wanted to free it from its prison.  She smiled at me as she scooted herself farther down, exposing her full panty covered treasure. I grasp her through the thin material and massaged her. The heat she was producing was amazing and I licked my lips hard as I envisioned the slow sensual thrust that would take me deep into those needy folds if only she would give me the chance. I teasingly played with the little wisps of hair than poked out the sides of her panties. She rolled her hips toward my hand, causing intense pressure to herself. I leaned down, positioned myself between her ankles and slowly kissed my way up first one leg, then the next. Having fully run kisses the entire length of both legs I carefully brought my face close to her glory. Her breath was coming in short pants as she allowed me to ease her hips up and remove her damp panties. I slowly leaned in, breathing her aroused scent deep into my nostrils. With a gentle flick of my tongue, I brushed her engorged clit. She bucked against me; her hands flew to my hair and pulled my face deep into her tender folds. I deliberately used slow teasing stokes with my tongue, hoping to prolong her pleasure, all the while prolonging my torture. She was moaning out in wanton need and as she tightened her hold on my head rode my face with everything in her. When the first orgasmic wave rocketed through her body she screamed out my name. Her body was taught beneath me and as I struggled to regain my breath she was guiding me up to her. Our lips met in heated passion. She forcefully pushed away and shoved me back against the couch. In one solid movement she was above me straddling my waist. She ran her hands along my chest as she set upon my neck. She licked and nipped at the flesh there bringing my needs to the highest level I have known. My cock was painfully erect and stretching the confines of the thin lace that currently bound it from springing entirely to life. She ran her hands between us, playfully tugging at my nipples as she moved down my body. She eased her body back, sitting hard on my swollen member. As she rose and grasp my cock and balls I moaned out forcefully. My head was spinning, my breaths were painfully erratic and my heart felt like it would break free from my chest at any minute. She smiled up at me and then sank to the floor between my legs. I tried to talk to her telling her that I was to be pleasing her, not the other way around, but all that my parched throat could produce was a low grunt.

She smiled up at me again as she slowly pulled the overstretched fabric down and away from my throbbing cock. She licked her lips as she slowly and deliberately as I had moments earlier before grasping hard onto me. I sucked in a deep breath and fought the will to explode right there in her hand. She flicked the tip of her tongue across my bulbous tip. My hips involuntarily jerked bringing my cock to rest against her slightly parted lips. I swallowed hard and she slowly parted them further to take me into her mouth. The hot wetness engulfed me and I moaned out in pleasure. She worked my shaft with her talented mouth and tongue while grasping and pulling out on my ball sack. I was totally engrossed in the feelings and sensations she was giving me that I never felt her release my cock from her mouth and start speaking to me.

"BOY, I AM SPEAKING TO YOU!"

I jumped forcefully at her words and tone. Heat rushed to my face as a flushed with embarrassment. I quickly dropped to the floor before her.

"Mistress, I am so sorry, I was so involved that I was only feeling the pleasure you were giving me. Please forgive me; I will do anything you wish"

She let out a deep sigh and turned from me. She walked to the end table and retrieved her wine and drank deeply. I remained kneeling on the floor, my head lowered in shame and my now flaccid cock was trying to hide away in the folds of my skin. I sighed deeply, knowing that I had yet again disappointed Mistress Veronica. I damned myself silently and fought within my head for the right words to express my mistake and sorrow for making it. 

The only sounds the filtered into my ears between the raging beats of my own heart were her shallow breathing and the occasional crack of wood in the fireplace.

She broke the silence softly but forcefully. 

"My glass is empty boy , rectify it immediately."

I stood quickly and retrieved the wine from the bucket in which it was chilling and swiftly proceeded to fill her glass. I sheepishly asked for my own drink and she handed it to me without a glance nor comment. I drank deeply, hoping the fruity sweetness would curb my overly dry throat and give me the fortitude to grovel like I knew was needed for the situation.

"Mistress.... I truly have no excuse for my actions, I was so wrapped up in the pleasure you were giving me I lost focus on the most important thing there is, You. If you could find it in your head and heart to forgive me, I will do my best to attend to your every need and desire and take nothing for myself in the time we have left this weekend." 

Saying nothing she slowly curled her legs beneath her body, reached for a cigarette and inhaled deeply. I finished off my wine, set the glass down and sat at the base of the couch at her feet. My eyes were lowered and I didn't dare say anything more, for I knew I would only make the situation worse. The silence was deafening and the time passed slowly by, first a few minutes and stretching to a full 20 minutes of silence. My mind was reeling with the possibility that she would release me from her service, the idea spiked horror throughout my entire being. I shook with fear and as tears threatened to fall as I tried desperately to steel myself. Just as I had gathered my courage to venture another apology, Mistress cleared her throat.

"Boy you have been serving me for well over a year now, in that time you have made many bad steps, however you have grown in many great leaps. Your reactions to my actions tonight were not a submissive's responses so much but pure human. I was very angry at first, and was thinking of some wonderfully apt punishments that would follow however as I have sat here and watched you struggle with your own demons as a result of a human reaction I realized something, deep down that would not be right to punish you for this. I have decided that instead you will remedy the situation and please me until I am totally satisfied, and perhaps if you do well your own pleasure and release will be in your future."

I nodded in understanding and quickly went about gathering the wine, fruit and cheese platter that we had yet to uncover, and our cigarettes. I watched her walk slowly across the room and up the stairs, the tension that plagued her earlier rode high in her shoulders as she ascended. I let out a deep sigh and followed her. 

She had the small bedside lamp burning and the covers turned down, when I entered the room carrying the tray. She moved toward the dresser and slipping from her robe proceeded to sit and brush out her hair. I moved behind her and slowly massaged her shoulders, willing the tension away. The massive knots at the base of her neck slowly began to loosen as I carefully worked the area with my skilled hands, when she reached up to take my hand our eyes met in the mirror.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke.

"I have not been totally honest with you since I de-boarded the train, you sensed it then and even my nap couldn't put this horror behind me, you have tried several times since we have been here to get me to open up and talk to you, to confide in you, for that I thank you. I do have plans for you this weekend my boy, as your Mistress however this issue must be addressed first and foremost, because up until our episode downstairs I hadn't realized just how much this affects everything."

She paused, almost as if gathering inner courage.

"I was let go today from my employer, the merger I have spent the last year perfecting and working on making happen fell through yesterday afternoon and I was left holding the failure. The boss needed someone to blame and I was the perfect fall guy. I was assured I would get a severance and a excellent reference when I went looking for work but they felt I had not pulled my weight on this project and since I hadn't landed this major account, they felt, that while my past spoke highly of me, I was too big a risk to keep on. The fact is this project was costing the company over a million dollars, and I was responsible for making it happen as the head representative. The fact that I had a team of twenty under me made no difference to them at all. They blamed me personally for this failure and I in turn took it very personal, I have taken some of the emotion out on you indirectly and for that I will apologize only once." 

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, stood her up and pulled her gently back against my body. She melted into my arms, laying her head on my chest.

"I'm sorry, this is shitty all the way down, what will you do?"

"I don't know at this point, but I will not just give up, I cannot sue them for wrongful termination because when the project first came to being and negotiations were made for me to step into the head advisor/representative, a clause was put into the contract that this was a make or break career move, and if for some unforeseen reason the client decided against using our services I would tender my resignation. I was so damned confident, I had prepared for everything I could imagine, ran down every scenario I could think of as to why they would not use us except one thing, I failed to take into account that the father, while retired was a majority share holder and in the end the decision fell onto him. When he burst into our meeting, just as the sons were about to sign, and advised us that as the major shareholder of his company he had decided against going global, and our services were no longer needed; I can't tell you how pissed I was, not only at the course of events but my own lack research into the old man. And then to be called into a conference call and told I was being terminated and that once I returned to the area, I was to come and clean out my desk, I was devastated; so when you picked me up from the train of course I was distracted."

"Mistress, it is understandable that you would need time to process all of this, I will give you the time and space you require and if you choose to send me away I will be disappointed but understand completely."

"No, my boy, I have no intention of sending you away, as I have said I do have plans for you this weekend and this course of events does not change that, however it may change our future meetings and such."

I nodded in understanding and stepped back from her, slowly lowering to me knees at her feet.

"Mistress, I am here to serve you totally in mind, body and soul, for you to do as you wish for only your pleasure."

She ran her hands softly through my hair as she stepped closed to my kneeling form. Her scent was intoxicating, and I found myself becoming aroused by the close proximity of her womanhood. I licked my lips hard and fought the urge to sample her sweetest spot. She lifted my head and leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips.

"Come my boy, you still have to make up for your actions from earlier."

I rose and followed obediently toward the bed. 

She lay down slowly, enticing me with her voluptuous form. When she failed to produce my collar and cuffs from the bedside table, I understood this was not to be a night of punishment, but rather that of simple sweet pleasure. My heart was soaring as I slowly ran my hands along her legs. Her eyes were closed as she yielded against my soft touches and I could see the tension leaving her body. I carefully massaged her, first legs and feet, then torso and arms before making my way back to her wonderful tit flesh. I slowly cupped her warm inviting breasts, playfully teasing her nipples with my thumbs, and when I took first one and then the other into my mouth she shuddered under my touch. I deliberately trailed kisses down her belly and back up again before making my final descent toward her mound. I breathed out forcefully at the top, letting my breath sway the hair that lay there. Carefully I ran my lips along her, keeping just far enough away for the sweet center to tease and torment her. She wiggled beneath me, begging me to lick her. I very slowly took her mound top into my mouth, sucking gently. The heat which radiated from her was intense and I fought to keep my pace slow when I really wanted to devour her in one fast movement. She was moaning with pleasure as I casually jutted out my tongue for the first taste. Her hips immediately bucked against my outstretched tongue. I grasp them hard and buried my face into her tender woman flesh, she moaned out in pure pleasure as the powerful, releasing wave rolled through her. Her pussy contracted showering my face with her wonderful juices. I buried my face harder into her, grinding my nose against her erect clit. When the second orgasmic wave overtook her, she reached, grabbed my head tightly and rode the wave of ecstasy. She lay limp and motionless beneath me; her breathing was hard and erratic. I struggled to keep my composure, struggled with the fervent need to enter her quaking form and take what I wanted. I carefully slowed my breathing, taking in her scent. My erection was painfully hard and I willed myself to remember my place. I was carefully caressing her once more, using slow relaxing movements. Mistress leaned up and looked down at me smiling.

"Excellent, my boy"

I continued to caress her softly never letting my eyes leave hers. A gentle understanding passed between us from the look. 

I scooted up to lay beside her, taking her into my arms. She laid her head in the crease of my shoulder and tenderly ran her hands along my chest. My erection had subsided some however my heart still beat with a pounding force beneath my ribs. I nuzzled my nose into her hair, which was now a tangled mess from her trashing, and breathed her in.

Slowly she leaned into me, trailing kisses along my chest. My breath caught in my throat as she teasingly licked and nipped at my nipples. My cock lunged upward, begging for attention. She grasped me hard, pulling and twisting as her hand fully enclosed my hardness. My breath was coming in short pants and my ears were pounding from my own racing heartbeat.

She smiled down at me as she leveled herself above me, all the while continuing to have a tight hold around my cock.

"You pleased me well; perhaps you should be rewarded after all."

In one quick movement, she had me in her mouth and was sucking greedily. My body was a tight as a bow string and I could feel the heat rushing to every area of my body at once. My ears were ringing and my breath was coming so fast I feared I would hyperventilate. I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, begging for release I was sure would come very soon. When she stopped abruptly, I groaned in protest.

"Good night my boy, see you in the morning."

She rolled over and turned out the light.

I lay there in the dark, my breath ragged and my need for release ever so present. I sighed loudly and willed myself to relax, trying to ebb the anger and disappointment that coursed through me.

It seemed like an eternity before my erection began to subside and my breathing returned to normal. 

As I lay listening to Mistress's soft snores, I smiled into the dark for a job well done. 



Visit With Mistress



She untied my wrists and helped me to my feet. My legs refused too support my weigh and I found myself leaning heavily on her for support. She walked me to the couch and pushed me back against it. My ass no sooner made contact with the cushion and pain rocketed through my body. I sucked in a gasp, as I didn't want to further embarrass myself. She reached to the stand, then lit us both a cigarette.

I savored the taste even though I felt like I was sucking in fiberglass shavings. I asked quietly if I could have another drink. By the time she had returned with my glass, my breathing had returned to normal and my shudders had eased considerably. She draped a small throw blanket over my sweat covered body. I hadn't realized just how chilled my skin was until the fabric clung to me, I was grateful that she had thought of me.

I tried to speak but when the words caught in my throat I decided it was better to remain silent until she asked a question. I watched as she snubbed out her cigarette. Her eyes were brilliantly blue and before I realized what I was doing I found myself starring into them.

"You will never steal from me again"

"Yes Mistress, I am sorry."

She nodded and took my hands into hers. She looked into my eyes as she leaned in for a kiss. I kissed her gently at first but soon passions raged beyond my control and I began kissing her even more forcefully. She whispered my name as I nuzzled into her neck, playfully biting at her as I did. I ran my hands up her legs, stopping around mid thigh when I realized what I was doing. I immediately lowered my hands to my sides and told her I was sorry. She nodded and motioned me to stand. Sweat instantly formed on my brow in fear that another beating was coming for my lack to control. I was pleasantly surprised when she cupped my face and leaned in for a kiss. I kissed her back but made sure that my hands stayed behind my own back. She walked toward the steps which led upstairs. I followed obediently. She led me toward the bathroom, told me to draw the water and that she would be right back.

I set the water and let the tub fill as I opened the closet door to reveal the full length mirror. I gasp when I saw the angry welts that lined my ass and thighs. I was so engrossed in myself that I never heard Mistress enter the room.

"Beautiful aren't they??"

"Yes Mistress, thank you for marking me so well."

She smiled and dropped her robe in front of me. I gawked at her form. Her full creamy breasts jutted from her body, almost like they begged me to fondle and suckle them. The sight of her trim pussy made my mouth water and I licked my lips as a result. She caught the gesture and grinned widely. I watched as she eased into the hot water, then motioned me to join her. I slowly undid my shorts and stepped from them letting my semi erect cock flop freely. Having it free felt like heaven and I began growing to a full erection almost instantly. She watched me as I eased down into the water. The heat was painfully delicious, on one hand the warmth eased the ache but on the other the heat made my welts burn with renewed fire. My expression must have relayed as much because Mistress said that heat was a double edged sword, but that I would soon appreciate the heat. I simply nodded and smiled but my body at that moment was saying 'yeah right'

I washed her body and she mine, and I fought to keep my mind on the task at hand. She challenged me even further when she pressed her tits into my face as I was leaning over to wash her shoulders. It took everything in me to keep from latching on like a nursing infant. I sighed loudly, and realized my mistake as soon as the sound left my lips. She glared at me as she reached under the water and grasp my balls hard. My eyes widened in surprise but I couldn't help the rush of blood as it raced to my cock. As my cock bobbed freely in the water she gave out a loud laugh that echoed off the tile walls.

I was a little embarrassed but did my best to hide it. Her hand cycled my erect member once more. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hand working my shaft. When she reached out and twisted my nipple my cock erupted with such force I thought it would split in two.

I stammered, "Mistress, I am sorry, it happened so fast, I couldn't control it."

She glared down at like I was the foulest creature that walked the earth. I pleaded with her to forgive my disobedience but she simply stood, pulled the plug and turned the showerhead on full blast. The sudden blast of cold water had me shaking as I tried to back away from the icy stream. She simply pointed it directly at my cock as she slipped out and began toweling off. She stood and watched as I shivered under the water. She said that if I came again without permission that she would whip me until I bled. I truly believed she meant it.

When she pulled the curtain closed again I moved ever so slightly away from the stream of cold water. I heard her blow dying her hair and moving things around beyond the curtain. When she finally told me to get out I quickly obliged. My body was covered in goosebumps as I stood on the rug awaiting instructions. She threw me a towel and told me that once I was dry, I was to come to her bedroom. As she walked out she called over her shoulder that I had a mere three minutes or there would be hell to pay. The warmth from the friction slowly took the chill away as I quickly dried my body and proceeded to the bedroom.

As I entered I saw that she had candles lit and set all around. The music that played in the background was soft and kind of romantic. My guilt from having release without permission flooded over me. I dropped to my knees and crawled over toward where she at on the edge of the bed. When she put her foot up to stop me, I knew she was still very upset at my lack of control.

"As you can see, I did have a very nice love making scene set, but since you couldn't control yourself I have decided that it is totally out of the question now."

I hung my head low in shame. I damned myself under my breath as I eased forward to grovel at her feet. When she abruptly stood and walked away from me I was crushed. I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest and in a very weak voice I spoke.

"Mistress, please punish me for my heartless, disobedient ways. I am your lowly servant and I deserve your lash."

She mumbled something that I couldn't quite make out as she rummaged through her bedside cabinet. I tried to peek up at her in an attempt to see what she was doing but quickly lowered my eyes as she walked back around the bed towards me.

She quickly and efficiently slid the hood over my head, blocking out the light. I felt my arms being pulled behind me and my legs to follow as she drew me into a tight hog-tie. As I lay it that position, she leaned down and told me that since I couldn't control myself I would have to simply listen to what I was missing.

I heard her wetness as she played with her pussy. Her soft moans were driving me out of my mind. I jerked against my binds as the first orgasm overtook her and she yelled out in pleasure. I could feel the throbbing in my loins as she brought herself up and over the edge for the second time. I tried to call out to her but my voice was lost among her primal screams. I desperately wanted to touch and taste her, and was literally beside myself with desire. When she ripped the hood off I had to squint until my eyes adjusted to the light, and I was thankful that the candlelight was softer than the harsh overhead light would have been. She turned me so my weight was supported on my bound arms and legs. As the pain radiated throughout my body she straddled my face. As she lowered herself down to meet my mouth I jutted my tongue out to meet her sopping wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating and I lapped at her like she was my living water. She moaned out and I watched as her pussy contracted and showered my face with her juices. My cock felt like it would explode and I begged her to allow me release. She chuckled with a wicked tone as she rolled me back to my side. The release of the straps brought me instant relief to my strained muscles and I thanked her for releasing me. She nodded as she bound my wrists together and tied me to the foot of the bed. My spirit was crushed when she tossed me a blanket and blew out the candles. I lay there looking out into the dark, just looking and listening. When I heard her soft snores I knew that this was my punishment and deep down I knew it was fitting. Sometime through the night I drifted into sleep and into an erotic dream of making love to Mistress Veronica.

When I awoke, the light was shinning brightly into the room. I was no longer bound and I wondered how she had managed to untie my hands without me feeling it. I eased myself off the floor, stretched deeply and looked around the room. The bed was neatly made and everything was back into its proper place. I walked toward the bathroom. The scent of her shampoo still lingered in the air. I splashed water onto my face and brushed my teeth before making my way downstairs.

The smell of fresh brewed coffee hot my nose as I reached the bottom landing. I made my way toward the kitchen and the wondrous coffee that awaited. There beside the pot was a note.

My boy, Enjoy your coffee, stay a while but be sure to lock up when you leave. Had to go to work. I will see you again in 2 weeks. Enjoy the gift and remember I will be thinking of you.

All My love,   

V

I opened the box that lay on the counter and there neatly folded were a pair of black lace panties.

As I sat with my coffee in one hand and her panties in the other I knew two weeks would feel like a lifetime....