0 comments/ 49683 views/ 0 favorites His Mistress By: ImmortaleAmante He was kneeling, naked, as he had been instructed to. He began to take in his surroundings, and thought about how familiar and welcome this room had become. It was a stone room, walls, floor, even the ceiling, windowless and a perfect square. Each time he had entered it had been different, today it was completely bare, the only light coming from the red candles burning in the wall sconces. He was nervous, fear and anticipation flooding his body, but still he waited. The cold of the stone floor began to seep up, into his knees, his thighs, he shivered slightly but he didn't dare move, and so, he waited. He began to remember what had first brought him to this place. He had been out with a few workmates, they had been drinking for a while when one of them began to talk about a place he had recently gone to. A place where all your fantasies came true. A place of desires, secrets and awakenings. There had been laughter and then someone had suggested that they should go check the place out. A phone call and a taxi ride and then they had arrived. A beautiful large old house stood at the end of the long driveway, surrounded by vast formal gardens. Candles lit the way, he walked towards the door, dazed trying to take it all in, he had never done anything like this before he was unsure of what to expect. As they entered the house they where approached by a beautiful woman, she began to ask them a few questions, it was all a blur, his senses trying to take in everything around him, smells, sounds, textures and colours. He didn't remember a lot about what she had asked, but he did recall bragging that he could handle anything they had to offer. She had smiled back at him, obviously amused. Alright, she replied, she had just the woman for him and laughed. She had brought him alone to this room, and then he had been introduced to her, his Mistress and his first night with her had changed him forever. It wasn't just her beauty or her amazing body; she was different from any woman he had ever met. She radiated confidence and she knew what you desired, even before you did, it was as if she had looked into the deepest part of his soul that first night and had unlocked its deepest secrets. He had never thought he could enjoy being dominated, but she had changed that, she had shown him the truth. She had awakened that desire and now he would do anything she asked, for she was his mistress, she commanded and he willingly obeyed. Only those that fully submitted, passed her tests and pleased her where awarded the honour of being collared to her, with that came entrance to her inner chamber. He had never wanted anything in life more than to be wearing her collar and be allowed into that room, her room, the honour, the possibilities, maybe tonight would be the night. So he waited. He heard the door at the far end of the room open, and he quickly bowed his head. His breathing became rapid and he dared not move or look up. The sound of heels, and several other footsteps echoed around the room. Something heavy was placed on the floor and then the footsteps retreated. Silence. Waiting, his breathing laboured, his body aching from the tension, the waiting, the fear, the mounting anticipation. Once again came the sound of heels on stone, coming closer, stopping just in front of him. All he could see was a pair of red leather boots. "You may look up now and we will begin." His heart thudded in his ears, it was her, his mistress, her voice soft, delicious, commanding. He lifted his head slowly wanting to take in all he could. The red leather boots stopped just before her knees and emphasised the pale creamy colour of her smooth thighs. He knew he was already erect and had no way to hide it from her. She wore a red velvet corset, cut high on the hips; a small strap hid her most secret place. The corset accentuated her beautiful round hips, small waist and ample bosom, which rose steadily up and down as she breathed. A red silk skirt attached to her hips covered her at the back and flowed on to the floor. Then he came to her face, and he felt like he could no longer breath. Her auburn hair was piled high on top of her head; curls fell gracefully onto her neck. Her lips, full and a deep crimson. Her mouth, slightly parted, so inviting, but it was her eyes that really took his breathe away. Bright green, more beautiful than emeralds and often just as cold, eyes that saw and knew everything but gave nothing away. Bowing his head slightly, trying to control his trembling he spoke "What do you desire Mistress?" She leant forward, towards him, legs straight, hands on hip. He found himself staring into her cleavage, the tops of her breasts so enticing and she whispered slowly into his ear, her warm breath tickling his face, "I have a new game for you tonight, and I expect, as always, complete submission." As she pulled away he closed his eyes, licked his dry lips "Yes Mistress, I await your command" his voice was barely audible, raspy and full of desire. She laughed "I can already see that you are ready, so we will begin" He blushed, and looked at his hard member, twitching with need and then back to her. For the first time he noticed that a large throne like chair had been brought into the room and she was sitting init, legs gracefully crossed, hands resting on the arms. She was close enough that if he reached out fully he would be able to run his hands up her boots, her smooth creamy thigh and then... "Tonight I have decided that you are to pleasure yourself until you climax, right here in front of me, you are not allowed to change positions nor will you be given any aids" He was shocked it wasn't anything he had ever done in front of someone; he was embarrassed doing it even when he was alone. Flustered he began to shuffle slightly. "I am waiting" her voice cut through the air " I am beginning to get displeased, now take hold of yourself with your hand and begin." He did what he was told; to displease her would be far worse than any embarrassment he may suffer. Closing his eyes he began to move his hand slowly up and down his shaft, god he was so hard and hot, it actually hurt. "Open your eyes and look at me," she demanded Stopping, but not removing his hand, he open his eyes, swallowed hard and looked at her, her unfathomable green eyes stared back. "That's better" she purred, "Now carry on" Nervously he began to stroke himself again, focusing on her eyes and the up and down movement of his hand, he was beginning to sweat, the cold of the floor, forgotten. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he couldn't stop, his desire was building it demanded sating. "Faster" Obeying he began to speed up, moving from the base up and over his glans, and then back again, He focused on her mouth, still slightly open, the tip of her pink tongue slowly circling the inside of her lips. He imagined what it would be like to have those lips around his cock right now, to feel the hot wetness of her mouth as she began to suck, each time taking more of him into her mouth, her tongue flickering across its head, teasing his hole, her moans as she sucked harder, and harder. Oh god, everything had disappeared except him, his cock, his need and her. His gaze shifted to her breasts. He imagined undoing her corset, watching as her large breasts sprang free, full, pert, demanding attention. Licking, biting, teasing and pulling her nipples until they where red and hard. Placing his cock between her breasts, her coolness a delicious contrast to his raging heat. Feeling her breasts squeeze him as he moved in and out, her tongue licking greedily at any of his cock that she could reach, her mouth open and ready waiting to be filled and... He could hold out no longer, one last stroke and he came, moaning shuddering, jerking, twitching, spilling his sticky seed all over himself and the floor. She stood "Very good, I am pleased" with that she turned away and began to walk towards the door. The sound of her heels echoing all around and swish of the silk skirt on the stone floor. The door opened and as she vanished through it he caught a glimpse of her chamber, sumptuous, silk, satin, candlelight, and then it was gone. He was left all alone, cold, humiliated, sticky, throbbing, disappointed, his breathing harsh and yet strangely satisfied. He would be back, and soon, he knew that, after all she was his Mistress, she commanded and he obeyed. His Mistress Rose was feeling especially nervous as the older gentleman came in with Madame Lily... Rose was new to the Flower House, having just been purchased from her family by the Madame. Of course, she'd had the choice to come, Madame didn't like having girls that were unhappy to be there... and she was now living much better than she ever had in her own home. She had been chosen because she was exceptionally beautiful, delicate features and soft hair, large eyes that men would just want to sink into. Her tiny waist and firm curves were a delight. The fact that she was this beautiful in a poor family made her a prime prospect to become a mistress. Madame Lily had been quite careful to explain that this would be very different from being a whore... whores went with one man for a night or two. A mistress would get a house and an allowance, she would be pampered and loved, and would stay with the man for a year - sometimes more. Rose's real name was Emily, but the Madame only allowed flower names in her house, it was kind of their way of slipping into a new life. Standing quietly with her eyes downcast under heavy lashes, she peeked out at the man. Barely 18 years of age, she felt increasingly nervous as he made his way through the room, stopping to chat with some of the other men and women in the room. Not all of them were there to find a mistress, it was a party that Madame was having... but if she was escorting him around the room and introducing him to her girls then he was definitely looking. Probably in his late forties, Rose found him very intimidating, especially when she saw him pointing her out to Madame. They were walking towards her and she felt her stomach fluttering... somehow she hadn't pictured being mistress to a much older gentleman... she'd always thought she'd be in the care of a younger man. And then they were there, in front of her. "Mr. Boyd, this is Rose. Rose, this is Mr. James Boyd." Madame said with a flourish of her fan, smiling genially while her eyes told Rose to behave. "How do you do Mr. Boyd," she said softly with a smooth curtsy. Madame had spent months teaching her how to curtsy correctly, and also what manners to use and how to dress. The effect was incredibly flattering as her bosom heaved, pressing against the tight confines of her dress. They stayed a few moments talking, about harmless chattering things. Rose even managed to get comfortable enough to slip in a sly joke, startling a laugh from the older man. Still, she felt very relieved when he and Madame left; her stomach finally settled back to where it was supposed to be. To her shock, after the party Madame told her that Mr. Boyd would like to have her as his mistress... he was offering an allowance of 30 pounds a month, her own house over on Thornberry Street, and the contract would be for a year. After a moment of hesitation, Rose said yes. This wasn't the first offer that she'd had, and at least he had kind eyes and had laughed at her joke. The first man that had made an offer to her had terrified her... she could probably do much worse than Mr. James Boyd, even if she had been hoping for a younger man. ----------------------- Rose lay in bed, quivering in her nightgown as Mr. Boyd entered the room; he was dressed only in a heavy robe and she tried to still her breathing as he approached the bed. "Hello darling," his voice was low, as kind as it had been all afternoon and over dinner. She knew that he was trying to get her accustomed to him, that he was a nice and gentle man who liked her very much. Still, she was very nervous, she knew that this first time was going to hurt - Madame had warned her to hide the pain - and she also had never been anywhere near a man like this before. For the first time, she was almost starting to regret her decision to join Madame's patronage. "Hello Sir," she managed to squeak out, her voice breathy and shrill at the same time. He chuckled in the darkness, slipping off his robe as she turned her head for modesty's sake and sliding in beside her, "Don't worry... you'll enjoy this very much." Madame had told her that he would say something like that, that men like James Boyd felt powerful and masculine for being able to sexually pleasure the feminine sex. It added to their stature... and in no way was she to displease Mr. Boyd. Rose felt another flash of fear as his hands went around her waist, pulling her close to him... she could not resist, in fact she had to respond. She had to make him happy... she had to make him believe that he was pleasing her... Tentative hands rested on his shoulders as his lips found hers in the darkness. For awhile he just kissed her, gently, slowly, his tongue exploring her mouth and his lips caressing hers. Under this gentle treatment Rose slowly began to relax, his fingers were making little circles on her waist and her sides; it was as though his lips and hands were coaxing her anxieties from her. She began to kiss him back, feeling calmer and a little more confident... this wasn't so bad. Surely she could handle this... There had been so many stories from the other girls, about men who just jumped in, ramming in their thick meat without any attempt to giving the woman pleasure. Of course, Madame tried to avoid those that would actually cause her girls pain... bodily damage was never a good investment; and she was very protective of her girls, but Rose got the idea that it was rare that someone would take as much time to make the girl comfortable as Mr. Boyd was with her. Perhaps it was because he was older or maybe it was just something in his character. Slowly the young, frightened girl seeped out of her and she was left with a curdling excitement that grew with every stroke of his deft fingers against her sides. Suddenly she realized that those deft finger strokes had raised the hem of her night gown... he was taking it off of her... biting down panic she just tried to relax as her body was exposed to a man for the first time. Sure that the pain was coming, she tensed again, trembling at his touch. Instead he just started kissing her again, only this time his lips began to move down as his hand moved up... kisses down her neck and across her collarbone as his hand began to caress up her ribcage. When the palm of his hand cupped her breast she gasped, the touch was so illicit and yet so thrilling... she was shocked at the feeling of completion, that she'd wanted him to touch her there as his hand had roamed up her body. It felt like his hand was now where it belonged after that journey across her hot flesh. Lips were kissing the swell of her other breast and she gasped as his hands squeezed both of them, his lips traveling ever closer to her nipple as he began to massage and knead her globes. When his mouth closed over her tender bud, she realized that her nipple was hard... electricty seemed to flow through her as he sucked the pink nipple into his mouth; she moaned before she realized what she was doing. The noise definitely didn't seem to bother him though, and as he rolled her nipple with his tongue, between his teeth, she moaned again. Rose was both shocked and thrilled at her response... although the girls had told her that love-making would eventually bring pleasure, she hadn't realized that this much was possible! Especially not her first time. As she continued to moan, her body starting moving involuntarily, an ancient rhythm that she didn't recognize although the man on top of her did. His mouth moved to her other nipple, this time gently biting and nipping as her sighs of pleasure grew; one hand traveled down her body to spread her legs further apart, caressing the insides of her thighs. Rose's head was filled with heady pleasures, she willingly parted her legs without even thinking about it, there was a kind of itch between them. Mr. Boyd's hand was suddenly there on her mouth, his fingers stroking the wetness between her legs; she gasped at both the indignity and the incredible pleasure of it. Hips lifting in the air, she shuddered as the tip of one of his fingers actually pressed into her body, feeling so odd and yet very good as well. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he positioned himself, unable to wait any longer as her young and innocent body writhed before him. The head of his dick pressed against her virgin entrance and she gasped, her back arching as he began to press in. It felt both good and painful, the unaccustomed invasion that scratched an unbearable itch... and then he pressed up against her barrier. Rose didn't realize it, she was so lost in this confusing mix of conflicting sensation, and then he pulled back and thrust through. Her shriek of pain was muffled by his lips as tears sparking in her eyes, her hands trying vainly to push him off of her as he tore through her virginity. When he was fully inside her, buried in her to the hilt, he stopped, holding himself there as her tight, deflowered pussy convulsed around him. Not that stopping was any real punishment the way her slick walls gripped him and massaged... taking his lips from hers he kissed the tears from her cheeks. "That was the hard part," he told her kindly, "it will get better from here." Rose only nodded and then whimpered as he began to pull out of her, not sure that she believed him. He was right though, although her pussy felt sore and stretched, there was no startling burst of pain as he thrust back in. Slowly he went, building up her pleasure again, using his hands and lips on her breasts as he pressed in and out of her body, allowing her to adjust and become accustomed to the strange invasion. The younger girl slowly began to respond, even though it hurt a little as she pressed her hips up against his downward thrust, it was starting to feel good again too. And there was something else... something growing that she had never felt before, just on the edges of her senses... something that she longed for like a bitch in heat. James Boyd was astonished at Roses' passionate response as she began to move against him, trying to draw that whispering promise closer. If he hadn't just taken away her cherry himself he might have thought that he had been cheated out of a virgin, she was moaning so delightfully and writhing so enthusiastically. Taking her response to be sufficiently passionate enough for him to go ahead and let up on his rigid control, Mr. Boyd started to really thrust and pound away at her. Rose cried out in pain and pleasure as his thrusts became rougher and faster, that alluring sensation seemed just out of reach. Rubbing herself furiously against his crotch, she determinedly ignored any pain, just trying to get closer and closer to the whispering promise. With a sharp cry, her entire body tensed up and the most incredible feeling started to sweep over her, locking her pussy down on his dick as it moved within her. Her tight pussy wrapped up around him, almost as though it was sucking him into her body and he let out a hoarse groan as he slammed home and began to spurt within her. Rose convulsed beneath him, her legs rigidly tight around his waist as the pleasure roiled over her body. It wasn't until her orgasm was completely over and he was pulling himself off her that she realized how sore her pussy was. The poor thing had been brutalized by both her and his treatment of it, she'd been so desperate to reach her climax that she'd ignored how vulnerable she was. With a whimper she curled up around herself, not even noticing anything until Mr. Boyd returned with warm water and a soft clothe. He bathed her thighs and her battered lips, cleaning off blood and sex juices and soothing the sore flesh. When he came back to the bed, Rose welcomed him with open arms; relaxed and without an ounce of anxiety, she fell asleep in his arms, thankful of the place she had come to.