4 comments/ 34130 views/ 10 favorites Meeting His Match By: dj2020 I first saw her on the tube; I'd missed my usual train and had to wait for then next one. She'd boarded just ahead of me and stood facing away from me with her hand on the pole to steady herself as the train pulled away. She was about 5'9, slim with blonde hair and was dressed in a dark business suit with a tight pencil skirt on which finished below her knees, she had high heels on which tautened her calves and raised her up to over 6 foot. She was a vision anyway, but as she bent over to place her bag between her feet it placed her pert ass in a position of prominence I found my breath was taken from me. She got off at the stop before mine and I watched her walk away from me, as she stepped out the carriage she looked round and I saw her face for the first time her green eyes were playful, haughty and full of confidence, she had high cheekbones and looked about 10 years older than me at around 40, fantastic at 40 would be a more accurate description. I found myself running late about a week after that and instead of rushing for my train I took my time and allowed my mind to wander back to that mysterious blonde lady who had had such an effect on me. I could see her, I could smell her, I could almost taste her and I knew I wanted to be with her. She was on the platform when I arrived, with the same bag by her feet. I followed her on the train, she found a seat and I sat on the opposite side. She was dressed similarly wearing a shorter skirt this time and as she crossed her legs her stocking tops and suspenders showed briefly before she readjusted her skirt. She must have seen me notice as she looked at me, she held my gaze and allowed a small smile to form as she looked me over. She then uncrossed and re-crossed her legs again this time leaving her skirt ridden up and pointedly ignored me for the rest of the trip. I watched her go again now I didn't just want her I needed her. The next day I wasn't running late, I was on time for my new tube, she smiled as she saw me arrive and invited me onto the tube before her brushing my leg with hers as we boarded and directed me to pole where she stood behind me grasping the pole just under my hand. I turned to introduce myself; she stopped me with a finger over my lips and turned me back around. We rode in silence for the majority of the journey; she interlocked my leg with hers and gently brushed my thigh with it whilst caressing the pole suggestively with her hand. She was in control, at her stop she simply said tomorrow. It was after she'd left that I'd noticed she had left her bag and the doors were closing. It was too late to return it to her now, I held the bag up for her to see, and she bit her lip, smiled mischievously and winked. That evening I was filled with thoughts about her, I wondered hat her plans were and if that smile, that wink was an invitation to open the bag, as if she'd left something in it for me. I finally decided to open the bag, the first thing I saw was a note in the top compartment, saying naughty boy you'll be punished for this. I guess she had wanted me to open it, so I then opened up the bag and couldn't believe what I found. There was leather, latex, restraints, whips, chains, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, candles, butt plugs, lube dildo's, strap-ons and a note. The note said today was a test, you want this that's why I left you the bag, you're mine now and tomorrow I'm going to take you, I suggest you use the plugs because I am a bitch without mercy I am going to bend you over and fuck your ass hard and long. I am going to punish you for looking at my thighs, for thinking about me without my permission, for looking at my ass when I bent over (I could feel your eyes on me). One more thing make sure you're clean there's a douche in there. I put the stuff back in the bag and put the bag in the wardrobe, I hadn't signed on for this, I could just return the bag tomorrow and have done with it. I couldn't believe she thought I'd go for this I'd never done anything like this before. Yet I wanted her, I couldn't get the image that she had implanted with that note of hers out of my head. Maybe I deserved to be punished, she was right I'd fantasised about her, I so wanted to bend her over, pull up her skirt, pull down her knickers and feel her warmth and tightness as I entered her. It was clear to me now I'd wanted her completely, I wanted her mouth, I'd wanted her sex and I'd wanted her ass and I wasn't going to get it. However, I could give her my mouth and my ass in the way that I wanted hers and I could take the punishment I deserved. I hadn't even realised it, but I'd already got her bag out of the wardrobe and had emptied the contents onto my bed. I grabbed the douche and went to the bathroom, I followed the instructions and tried to insert it into my ass, it wouldn't go in and it was far thinner than all her dildo's and plugs. I lubricated it and this time it slipped in, I squeezed and emptied the contents into my ass, before the urge to expel my bowels took over, everything came out and I couldn't have stopped it had I wanted. I did it again and found I enjoyed the sensation. Prepared I grabbed the smallest dildo which was 7 inches in length, had a circumference of just under 5 inches and had a tapered end, put some lube on my ass and onto the dildo and tried to insert it. It didn't want to go in, my ass just tightened up. This was not going to be easy, I started to panic I might not be able to serve her, my desires which had gone from taking her too been taken by her might go unfulfilled. I searched through her butt plugs and found an inflatable one. I took it in turns trying this and the dildo until I was able to take insert the dildo into my ass. It went the whole way in and thought, but I was still tight and it hurt when I moved it in and out, just when I thought I'd succeeded. I wiggled it around and my anal muscles finally started to relax, as I continued to fuck myself I caught sight of myself in the mirror, thought what am I doing. I stopped pulled out the dildo, put the stuff I'd used in the sink and went to get a beer, disgusted with myself. An hour later I was back in the bedroom fucking my own ass with a bigger dildo, some strap on porn on the internet showing a guy tied up in a dungeon been taken at both ends by 2 hot mistresses egging each other on, whilst pulling myself off. As I came I could feel my ass gripping and releasing on the dildo, the mysterious blonde was right I did want this and I knew I'd let her do anything to me. I went to sleep exhausted and dreamt of her taking me. The next day I couldn't get any work done, I spent it in a state of constant arousal hoping and praying she'd take me, nervous that she'd change her mind and decide she didn't want me, nervous that she wouldn't change her mind and would fuck and punish me, because the there really would be no going back. I arrived early at the station; I didn't want to miss her. She wasn't there, I waited for the next train and she still hadn't arrived. I was mad I wanted to go, but I was hers and I waited over an hour before I felt a hand around mine as she took her bag back. She just looked me in the eye and said I told you that you were mine. She steered me onto the next train, no words were exchanged until we reached her stop. She said we got off here, I'll lead the way. I guess this was my last chance to change my mind, but I didn't even question her commands. She lived close to the station and let me into a plush apartment block. I had the pleasure of watching her walk up 5 flights of stairs; she knew exactly what effect she was having on me as I got harder each step she took. As she stopped outside her door and took her keys out she leaned up close and said once we're through that door you do everything I say, immediately and without question, do you understand all I could do was nod. She opened the door to reveal a hall and let me inside, closing the door behind us. Before I had taken 2 paces she commanded to stop and stand still, she rounded me, slapped me, loosened my belt and unbuttoned my trousers letting them fall around my ankles, she grabbed my throbbing cock and ordered me to pull my pants down to my knees. Mmmn I like a hard cock, you will keep it that way or be punished, she slapped me again and I understood. She took my manhood in her hand and led me over to the kitchen table, and then she bent down and put her mouth close up to my cock so I could feel her hot breath on me. She looked up at me licked her lips and said would you like some Tea. Slightly taken aback I said sure fine, so she went over and flicked the kettle on, returning with a whip. She told me the kettle will boil in about 5 minutes, time for pain. You can beg for mercy but won't get any, the whipping will continue until the kettle has boiled. Scream if you like the place is sound proofed, but you will count out loud each stroke and say Thank you Mistress, lose count, fail to thank Mistress and I'll have to boil another kettle. With that she smiled, drew the whip up and brought it down hard on my cock. I screamed out loud, not only had I not been expecting to be whipped there, but it had hurt, fortunately I had the wherewithal to start counting and say thank you. She let out a cruel laugh and whipped my cock again before moving on to my ass, though she also found time to whip my thighs and hands. By the time the kettle had boiled my ass was red and hot, she basked in its glow and congratulated me on completing the warm up and winning the use of lube. It was a privilege she said, that could be taken away. She asked me if I'd taken her advice and used the plugs and toys, I said yes, she inspected them and saw they were clean, did you properly disinfect these toys, yes Mistress I said, did you use a condom with them, yes Mistress I said. She slapped me and asked me again did you use a condom with them, yes Mistress I said. Good for you she said you get lube and she slapped me again. With that she pulled up her skirt, when she had it lifted just above her knees I could see the tip of a strap-on close to her thighs and wondered how I'd not noticed it before as it was bigger than those in her bag, then it became clear she was wearing it like a holster on the inside of her thighs, using garter belts to hold it in place. She continued to drawer her skirt up and freed the enormous toy from her garter belts. She saw my expression as I was looking at her strap-on, pointed and said this isn't that big, we'll expand you over time if you're a good slave and worthy of my continued attention. Now suck me off and make sure you make it nice and wet, it'll benefit you later. I went to work on her cock, I sucked it like I wanted mine sucking, making sure to coat it all in my saliva; she seemed to appreciate the effort and fucked my mouth a little making me gag. She stopped drew my gaze to hers and said you need to take it, is your mouth dry. I nodded, she took it out of my mouth, bent down and spat in my mouth, I thanked her and she spat again in my mouth before placing her cock deep in my mouth and fucking me. I fought the gag reflex and instead of trying to take fit her cock down my throat I just opened up as wide as could and tried to relax. I felt it push through and slide down my throat and she face fucked me like that for 30 seconds before withdrawing and then using long slow deep strokes on me. She then withdrew her cock, put a condom on it and provided me with the lube to put on her cock and my ass. She then said I don't need to hear you again and shoved a ball gag in my mouth and blindfolded me. She wandered around me using some of her cuffs to strap me firmly against the table. I couldn't move and couldn't speak, she teased my cock with her caress to check it was still hard for her fortunately for me I'd never been so hard in my life. I like my men bent over she said, now it's time to fuck you as you had wanted to do to me. She pressed the toy against my ass and waggled it around letting me feel the size and weight of the weapon she wielded before pushing it into me in one motion, it hurt and she knew as she held it there, spanked me, leaned in and told me it would be al-right as when she had finished with me I'd have no more trouble with this toy, that she was going to gape me with this ever-hard toy. She was true to her word and fucked me hard and deep, towards the end of the fucking she would draw it all the way out and slip it straight back into my now accommodating ass. After she had finished with me, she remembered she'd never had that cup of tea so she put the kettle on again and returned to mercilessly whip my ass whilst it was boiling. This time she used a cane, my screams were muffled through the gag, but I was glad it was in as I couldn't see how I could possibly have thanked her and counted each stroke. My cock had lost it's erection with the power of those strokes. She slapped me and left me as she went to have her tea. I didn't know how long she left me there, I know I could here her walking around and I couldn't help but picture her wonderful ass, to my amazement my erection had returned. It was then that she came back, she untied me, removed my gag and blindfold. She had changed from her business suit and was clad head to foot in leather. Her black thigh high boots were Italian leather and moulded for her legs, above that was a strap on bigger than the one she had taken me with before; she called it the czar, which was sitting below her tight corset. Her face was covered by a black cat girl mask. You're free to go and never return she said, however if you want to see me again, you'll have to beg me to cane you and take my new cock. I thought it was humiliating been tied up and fucked, but now I could leave or I could beg for a caning and cock I couldn't take. Oh one more thing she said as she pointed to a video camera in the corner of the room I'll be filming you begging for it if you choose to stay. I had no choice I assumed the position and begged for her to cane me and to fuck me, to do anything and be allowed to come back. She smiled; I may even let you have a copy of the tape she said. Meeting His Match - Her View This is the flip side to Meeting his Match. The last time, the businessman had just had his first experience with his new mistress. He hadn't known at the time of that first meeting how submissive he was, but she had. She'd seen it before in men who were so used to been in control, she enjoyed taking the power from them, she attracted them easily and just planted a seed, enjoyed seeing them come to her, nervous and hesitant at first, seemingly reluctant. Though she knew they weren't, they just needed a little time to come to accept that it wasn't going to be about them anymore. Then it was a case of seeing how far she could take them. This is her viewpoint of that first encounter. I'd just boarded the tube, I didn't work as such I'd been left money and was able to just indulge my fantasies and desires. My fantasies revolved around dominating men, I had always been able to get what I wanted from men and I was curious enough to see just how much I could get them to give me, it was fun taking what I wanted, it turned me on, it was who I was. I usually took the tube around this time, the time and place that a lot of businessmen were travelling; it was a great place to pick up future slaves. I had both an eye and a talent for it and what's more I loved the chase, the surrender of their power to me and their indoctrination. I'd just come from a session with one of my stable of slaves. I'd had him in his office; he'd just signed off on a 20 million dollar contract and had been in need of my services. I was daydreaming a little, allowing myself to think back to the session, I had arranged it with his secretary so that we nearly got caught, so that his secret desire for pain and humiliation nearly got discovered. It wasn't that secret his secretary and I had gone to university together and she knew what I was into, I was thinking that the next session I'd involve her more actively; heck she could do with a raise. The train pulling off jolted me out of my daze and I realised I'd been playing with the pole, the reflection in the window showed I'd attracted the attention of my type of prey. Powerfully dressed, early 30's brown hair, 6 foot, athletic, tanned, confident, just right for my corrupting influence. I'm 5'9 over 6 foot in my heels, I was dressed in business attire a blouse that was ever so slightly see through, dark business jacket and my favourite tight over the knee pencil skirt (it showed my ass off tremendously well, particularly when worn with the heels I had on). I liked to look good, have men desire me, so I could deny them what they wanted and take what I wanted. I bent over placing my bag of tricks onto the floor, all the while watching his reflection in the glass. His eyes had been on my hand, they now tracked my ass, lingering for awhile and then down my legs pausing a little too long on my heels as I could see him exhale. This was a giveaway, he'd be easy and it would just be a case of how far I could take him. I left at the next stop walking past him without acknowledging him, I wanted to make sure he saw me walk away from him. I returned to the same tube a week later, I boarded first and sat across so he'd be able to take a seat facing me. I was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, I'd dressed in stockings and suspenders in a shorter skirt that showed them off when I crossed my legs, my blouse was sheer and I chosen a lace bra of different colour so it could be seen. He sat down opposite me, I crossed my legs and glanced up as I did so to catch him looking at me, I held his gaze and allowed a smile and allowed him to see me looking him over. I then uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them leaving the skirt ridden up a little as I ignored him for the rest of the trip. I went back the next day and knew he'd be there. I'd packed my bag of tricks and slipped a beautifully written perfumed note inside with his instructions. I smiled invited him on before me so I could brush his leg with mine. I guided him to the pole and grasped it keeping our bodies in contact and placing the bag between our feet. He turned to say something, I didn't let him, I put my finger on his lips and steered him back around. I know how to pick them; he was so easy to control. I then continued his seduction by gently wrapping my leg around his. At the stop, I said "tomorrow" I then walked of leaving my bag for him to find, to open, to begin to realise what he'd got into, that I was already in control and to continue his submission to me. He spotted the bag and raised it to me, I smiled, winked, bit my lip and left. I knew he'd open the bag. At the top of the bag was my note saying naughty boy you'll be punished for this. Inside the bag there was leather, latex, restraints, whips, chains, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, candles, butt plugs, lube dildo's, strap-ons and a further note. The note said today was a test, you want this that's why I left you the bag, you're mine now and tomorrow I'm going to take you, I suggest you use the plugs because I am a bitch without mercy I am going to bend you over and fuck your ass hard and long. I am going to punish you for looking at my thighs, for thinking about me without my permission, for looking at my ass when I bent over (I could feel your eyes on me). One more thing make sure you're clean there's a douche in there. What's more I knew he'd use the toys, he'd already shown several signs of submission. I enjoyed the thoughts, the images of him stepping away, and then going back to them. I knew he'd use them and be repulsed and I knew he'd go back again. I knew he wanted me and that he would know this would be his only chance of having me and I know he knew that wouldn't have me, that I would have him. He just hadn't realised this yet, but he would as I entered his dreams. The next day I readied myself for his first real taste of domination. I was aroused and had a buzz from the impendent corruption of him. The first step was to let him wait for me. I positioned myself so I'd be able to see him waiting, but he wouldn't be able to see me. He was early this pleased me. I greeted him an hour after the train was scheduled, approaching quite appropriately from behind reaching round for my bag. I looked him in the eye and said "I told you that you were mine". I steered him onto the train and we maintained a silence whilst it travelled. At my stop I said "we get off here" I lived close to the station and let him into my apartment block. I gave him the pleasure of watching me walk up 5 flights of stairs; I knew I was making him harder and harder with each step I took. Good, it only served to increase my control. We stopped outside my door, I took my keys out and leaned up close saying "once we're through that door you do everything I say, immediately and without question, do you understand" All he could do was nod. I opened the door to reveal a hall and let him inside, closing the door behind us. Before he had taken 2 paces I commanded him to stop and stand still, I rounded him, slapped him, loosened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers letting them fall around his ankles, I grabbed his throbbing cock (walking behind me for 5 flights of steps has always had this effect on my slaves). "Pull my pants down to my knees" I ordered. "Mmmn I like a hard cock, you will keep it that way or be punished" I slapped him again and could see the understanding in his eyes. I to led him by his cock over to the kitchen table, and then I bent down and put my mouth close up to my cock so he could feel my hot breath on him. I looked up at him, licked my lips and said "would you like some Tea". Clearly taken aback he said "sure fine" I went over and flicked the kettle on and returned with a whip. Sometimes I like to administer pain by time, the slave can scream and beg, but will get no mercy, it's nice for a new slave to understand they have no control early. I said "The kettle will boil in about 5 minutes, time for pain. You can beg for mercy but won't get any, the whipping will continue until the kettle has boiled. Scream if you like the place is sound proofed, but you will count out loud each stroke and say Thank you Mistress, lose count, fail to thank Mistress and I'll have to boil another kettle." Then I smiled, drew the whip up and brought it down hard on his cock. He screamed out loud, they never expect me to start there, and it had clearly hurt. Fortunately for him he'd had the wherewithal to start counting and said "Thank you". I love the power, I laughed and whipped his cock again, and then I mercifully moved on to his ass, his thighs and hands. The time to really torture his cock would come, but he wasn't ready for it yet, it would take time to get him there. By the time the kettle had boiled his ass was red and heat was coming off it, I basked in its glow. "Congratulations on completing the warm up and winning the use of lube. It is a privilege that can be taken away. Did you take my advice and use the plugs and toys." He said "yes". I inspected them and saw they were clean, "did you properly disinfect these toys?" "Yes Mistress" he said. "Did you use a condom with them?" "Yes Mistress" he said. I slapped him hard and asked again "did you use a condom with them." "Yes Mistress" he said. "Good for you" I said "you get lube" and I slapped him again. I then pulled up my skirt revealing my strap-on as soon as it had lifted just above my knees. I often wear it in public and I'd strapped it to my thigh with 2 garter belts (it's nice to be ready should an opportunity present itself and I wondered if he'd figured out that I'd be using it on him outdoors in the future and it wasn't strapped here just for this event). I could se his eyes widen at the sight of it; it was bigger than the toys he'd had to play with. I pointed and said "this isn't that big, we'll expand you over time if you're a good slave and worthy of my continued attention". "Now suck me off and make sure you make it nice and wet, it'll benefit you later". He went to work on my cock, he sucked it with enthusiasm, he coated it all in saliva. I appreciated his efforts they were good for a first attempt and fucked his mouth making him gag. I stopped drew his gaze to mine and said "you need to take it, is your mouth dry". He nodded, I took it out of his mouth, bent down and spat in his mouth. "Thank you Mistress" he said. I spat in his mouth again before placing my cock deep in his mouth, fucking it. He struggled to take it, gagging and tensing up. Finally, he figured it out and relaxed. I could feel it pushing through and sliding down his throat and I face fucked him like that for 30 seconds before withdrawing and then using long slow deep strokes on him. I was ready for ass, I withdrew my cock, put a condom on it and provided him with lube to put on my cock and his ass. I then said "I don't need to hear you again" and shoved a ball gag in his mouth and blindfolded him. I wandered around him using and used cuffs to strap him firmly against the table, so he couldn't move and couldn't speak, I teased his cock with my caress to check it was still hard for her, it was. That was a good sign, I knew I could go harder. "I like my men bent over" she said, "now it's time to fuck you as you had wanted to do to me". I pressed the toy against his ass and waggled it around letting feeling the size and weight of the weapon and pushed it into me in one motion, I knew it hurt him so I held it there for awhile to allow him to relax. I spanked him, leaned in and said "It will be alright as when I am finished with you, you'll have no more trouble with this toy, I am going to gape you with this ever-hard toy". I was true to my word I loosened him up a little first by wiggling it around and then fucked him hard and deep, towards the end of the fucking I took long strokes drawing it all the way out and slipping it straight back into his accommodating ass, before fucking him harder again. After I had finished gaping his ass, I put the kettle on again, returning to mercilessly whip his ass whilst it was boiling. This time I used a cane and I was merciless, his screams were muffled through the gag. His cock lost its erection. Finally it boiled; I slapped him and left him as I went to have her tea. I left him there for some time, to give him time to process his pain, humiliation, to think about what else might come, to realise he was there bound helpless and I could do anything to him and that he had let me bind him, that he had chosen to submit to me and to understand that this was his place. I changed from my business suit and clad myself head to foot in leather. I put on my black Italian leather moulded thigh high boots, above that my czar strap on, considerably bigger than the one I had used before. This was seated below my tight corset. My face was covered by a black cat girl mask. I walked around making sure my boots clicked on the tiles to remind him of my presence. His erection had returned, it was then that I came back to him. I untied him, removed his gag and blindfold. This was his final chance to walk away he was unbound, and would have no way of excusing his next actions to himself, he'd have to take them and accept them. I let him see me for what I was a Mistress, his Mistress, not a potential mate and said "You're free to go and never return she, however if you want to see me again, you'll have to beg me to cane you and take my new cock. It's one thing to be tied and fucked, but you're free and will have to chose this knowing that. Oh one more thing I'll be filming you begging for it if you choose to stay." and I pointed at the video camera I'd set up in the corner of the room. He assumed the position and begged for me to cane him and to fuck him, to do anything so he'd be allowed to come back. I smiled and said; "I may even let you have a copy of the tape." To be continued:..