1 comments/ 10558 views/ 7 favorites Meeting My Mistress By: 1Slaveboy4u It all started so innocently. I had been interested in the dynamics of a D/s relationship for a long time. My wife had a condition that left her in constant pain and unable to have any kind of real relationship, let alone sex. So being a red blooded American male, I set out to find a partner for sex. I tried the typical dating sites, but the women all wanted long term commitments before even talking about sex. On to the sleazier "affair sites", now it was a matter of all they really wanted was to think that someone was still interested. By chance I hit a fetish site and got a reply from Mistress Nancy that she thought I would make a good slave. I agreed. It turned out that Mistress Nancy was just a con artist after my money. So there I was in the same situation...blue balls. While checking out the fetish site one morning, I saw I had a response from another "Mistress". This was Mistress Lizzie. She lived some distance away, but wanted to meet to see if we were compatible. This sounded good to me so we met at a library no less. After the perfunctory hello's we adjourned to a local pub. I was immediately infatuated with her. She was young, 29 year old eastern European and had the most beautiful steel blue eyes I had ever seen. Mistress was apparently satisfied with me as well. I was somewhat surprised that she would want to take on a 61 year old grandfather, but who was I to argue. We parted and she told me she would get back in touch when she was ready. That was when my life changed. Two days later I received an email from Mistress. It was a contract of what I was to agree to. I was to sign it, scan it and email it back to her. As I read the contract it was obvious that she would be in charge. I was not allowed to masturbate or ejaculate unless she gave me permission. I would be required to wear a chastity device at all times. I would be required to basically do whatever Mistress asked whenever she asked it. In return I would be her sex slave. Well, it was certainly better than not having any sex at all so I did as requested and signed, scanned and emailed the agreement. I was invited to her apartment for an evening of pleasuring my Mistress. When I arrived, Mistress Lizzie answered the door wearing only in a t-shirt. I had expected a leather clad dominatrix, but that was not the case. Immediately Mistress told me to drop to my knees to greet her. I complied as best I could and then was ordered to start eating her freshly shaved pussy. I thought I was in heaven. After licking on her honeypot and clit, she pushed my head away turned around instructed me to get my tongue busy and make love to her asshole. This was something I had never done but I began to lick hungrily. Mistress was obviously pleased as I could feel her orgasm. Again, I was pushed away and then instructed to lie down on my back still just inside the front door. Mistress then decided to squat over my face with her pussy just over my lips. I had no idea of what was coming next. Then I heard Mistress say, "Open up you slut boy don't miss a drop or you'll be licking it off the floor!" She then pissed in my mouth. I was shocked but drank it down to my own surprise. The taste was not at all what I had anticipated. Fortunately I was able to catch it all without getting any on the floor. Mistress Lizzie stood over me and smiled a little. I was so glad I had pleased her. She told me to get up and led me into her bedroom. I thought I was going to get lucky for the first time in a long time. Mistress Lizzie had other plans. I was told to strip naked. Mistress Lizzie told me that I would be helping her with her shower. I stood in awe as she removed her t-shirt revealing the most beautiful body I had ever seen. Mistress then said, "Take a good look because you will soon be blindfolded and not see me this way again." True to her word, she placed a blindfold on me. Once blindfolded Mistress put what feels like a collar around my neck with what must have been a leash attached, and took me into what must be her bathroom. The next thing I heard was a commanding voice, "Get on your knees with your head on the floor and your ass in the air slave." I felt a small bit of cold lube on my ass, then Mistress inserted an enema bottle and slowly squeezed the liquid in giggling. "Hold it in slave as we need to clean you for later this evening." What the hell did she plan on doing? After a short time she guided me to the toilet to expel the liquid. I felt a little weak in the legs and wobbled a bit. Mistress offered me a bottle of water which was more than refreshing and started the shower. "We need to shower up to go out for dinner and dancing." Mistress allowed me to clean her entire body and let me lick her perfect large nipples as well as her ass and pussy while I cleaned her. After our shower is complete I feel Mistress Lizzie's hand pulling on my ball sac. I gasped and then felt her warm wet lips start down my semi-engorged cock. Mistress sucked on my cock for a minute then suddenly quit and said, "Do as I want tonight and you will receive more where that came from." I was led from the shower to the bed and commanded you to lie down on my back. I heard drawers opening and closing and my heart beat quickened wondering, "What's next?" Mistress then tied my feet and hands with scarves. I can hear Mistress getting herself ready. Once in a while stopping to bite the head of my cock, giggling as she caused me pain and caused my manhood to spring to life. I could smell the sweet perfume she had applied heightening my senses. Next Mistress squatted over my mouth ordering me to stretch out my tongue to lick her pussy and ass. I complied at once. Suddenly Mistress Lizzie stood on the bed and kicked me in my balls. I audibly gasped. Mistress giggled, then untied me and told me to remove the blindfold when I hear her shut the door. "Please get dressed slave, we're running behind schedule!" I get dressed quickly and I hear Mistress reminding me to not to wear any underwear. Once dressed I open the door and I am overwhelmed at the beauty of my Mistress. I can't wait to please her in every way she wishes. She wears a low cut blouse and short skirt and heels. She slowly hikes my skirt up revealing that she too is not wearing any panties. Mistress tells me that I will be driving. I open the passenger door and let her in along with reaching over and buckling her seatbelt. God, she smells wonderful. Once we are in and we start down the road Mistress reaches over and squeezes my shaved balls tightly. "You like that slave?" I answer, "Yes, Mistress" as she eases the pressure. Then the grip tightens again, "You like the taste of my pussy Slave?" Of course I answer with a quick, "Oh, yes Mistress!" Mistress says she is pleased and then tells me to unzip my pants and orders me to stroke my cock. "Slave, you must stroke it all the way to the restaurant. You had better not cum or else because you don't want to know your punishment!" Dinner is more casual as we get to know each other's wishes in our new relationship. As we sit in a dimly lit restaurant Mistress purposely drop her fork under the table and give that sheepish grin that I are getting to recognize. I don't need further instruction, I know what Mistress wants. I get on my knees and see that Mistress has already hiked up her skirt to give me access to her pretty pussy. As I lick I can hear Mistress ask the waiter for a new fork. Once the new fork arrives Mistress continues with her meal but orders me to continue. My Mistress' pussy is now soaking my face and I am loving it and I hear quiet moans from Mistress Lizzie. Mistress snaps her legs together and says "I hope you are done with your meal cuz we're leaving soon." I stop and come out under the table and continue eating with a smile on my face. After I finish, Mistress commands me to rise and pulls me towards the door by my belt buckle. Once back in the car Mistress places my right hand under her skirt and orders me to finger her to an orgasm. Again she squeezes my balls as they and my cock are again exposed. "Stroke your cock slave, but do not cum", she orders. We arrive at the club, it's dimly lit and quiet besides a slow jam that's playing. We find a table and Mistress has me order drinks and tells me that she'll be back. I follow her instructions and order our drinks and wait. When Mistress returns I notice she has removed her bra, "You like what you see slave?" "Yes Mistress", I say as I can feel my cock pulse. A slow dance comes on and I am ordered you to the packed dance floor and led you to the middle. As we engage Mistress Lizzie bites my ear lobe and squeezes my now hard cock. "You aching for me slave?" "Yes, Mistress" "Good, be a good boy and you may just get to cum tonight!" As we leave the club, Mistress Lizzie asks me if I want to please her all the time. "Oh yes Mistress anything to please you." Once at her apartment her demeanor goes from sweet Mistress to demanding Mistress. She start giving you orders. "Off with your clothes slave, quicker. Slave I need to pee, bring me your mouth." She pees for what seems like 2 hours, though it was just minutes. "Taste good slave?" She asks you as she grabs my face. "Yes, Mistress." "Good, now lick me clean." She orders me to lie on the bed again. "If you can make me orgasm with your tongue slave then I'll ride that throbbing hard pole of yours!" I begin licking her pussy hungrily. I can't stop as Mistress soaks my face with her juices. Mistress Lizzie squirts time and again. I gasp for air as her honeypot smothers me. "Good boy slave, now stroke that cock to make it hard slave." I begin to stroke for a couple of minutes and then Mistress yells to stop! Then Mistress squats on my throbbing cock. I can feel her pussy tighten on my cock, I feel as if I will explode. "Slave do not dare to cum while I am fucking you!" Mistress orgasms three more times, I don't. Mistress dismounts from my cock and orders me on the floor on my hands and knees. I am blindfolded again. My balls are now aching for release. I hear a drawer open and close, a couple of minutes go by and I can feel cold lube being squirted in my ass. My cock is getting so hard that the veins looks like they'll burst open. "I'll break you in slow Slave" Mistress says as I feel my strap on penetrating my virgin ass. I moan loudly as Mistress Lizzie slowly inserts the six inch strap on. She increases the pace. This is all so new to me but I am in heaven!! "Slave, you wanna watch me?" "Yes, I beg you Mistress." Mistress instructs me to get on the bed on my back with legs up high. She inserts the cock again slowly and increases the pace. I watch as my Mistress fucks me like a girl. I am happy and realize that this is what I wanted all along. Mistress then orders me to stroke my cock, "Quicker slave!" It doesn't take long for me to beg for release, "Not yet slave!" I beg for release again, "Not yet slave. Unless you never want to see or eat this pussy again." I bite your lip hard and try not to think of my aching balls. Mistress Lizzie reaches over and holds a glass at the end of my cock, she orders me "Cum now you worthless piece of manhood! Slave, I said to cum now!!" I feel the relief rush from my sac through my pulsing cock. Jets of cum start coating the glass and it seem to never stop. I look at my Mistress' face and I see that she is pleased with her slave. "Such a good slave, you do know what's next, a warm salty drink for you. So yummy in you tummy." Like the obedient slave I drink down every last drop. "Clean yourself up slave you've passed your first test here's a blanket and pillow you'll be sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed. Get some rest slave you have much to do tomorrow to please your Mistress." I simply say "Yes Mistress, thank you and goodnight." Meeting My Mistress *This is a true story, and Mistress DeVille is my real Domina* _______________________ I stepped into the room and shivered with anticipation. Mistress DeVille's dungeon was decked out in lush, heavy curtains and beautifully ornate ruby rugs. "Onto your knees, slave," she commanded, in a tone deceptively sweeter than the words coming out. I complied. It was my first time seeing an actual Domina, but I already knew I wanted to obey Mistress DeVille as well as I could. We had just finished what she referred to with a devilish smile as "negotiating"- that is, talking about my limits and safewords before the scene. Now I was on my knees on the floor in her dungeon. What had I gotten myself into? My heart raced with a thrilling mix of excitement and fear, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Mistress DeVille was drop-dead gorgeous. She was a little taller than me in her shiny black high-heeled boots, and had perfectly messy scarlet curls. Her tiny waist was complimented by a tight black corset, and her luscious tits were almost spilling out the top of her lacy bra. I couldn't stop imagining running my hands over her body, aching to touch that incredible Goddess- but I didn't dare. She was towering above me, glaring at me. "Well?" she asked, "don't you know how to greet a woman?" I shook my head. "Speak up!" "No, Mistress DeVille," I managed to squeeze out. She smiled. "Good," she purred, "then I get to train you the right way. Get down on all fours." Feeling ridiculous, I hesitated. But I was curious, and felt like I was under a spell, just mesmerized by her. I put my hands down on the cushy rug. I was now eye-level with her thigh-high black boots. They were so shiny, I could almost see my reflection in them. From above me, Mistress DeVille said "kiss my boots." I paused. "KISS MY BOOTS," she ordered again, louder this time. I bent my elbows, bowing awkwardly a little bit, and planted one soft kiss on the toe of her boot. It was smooth and cool against my lips. "And the other," she ordered, as I bent forward again and kissed the other boot, lingering a second longer this time. It sent a little thrill through me, like having a dangerous secret. "Good little bitch," she said, her ruby lips stretching to reveal a grin with slightly pointed teeth that made her look vicious. "Now I want to see my new toy. Stand up!" I stood. "Now strip," she said. "And make it sexy." I blushed. She reclined on a velvet fainting couch and crossed one long leg over the other, still looking at me. "Um," I said stupidly, fumbling to get my zipper undone. I dropped my pants, wiggling out of them in what I hoped was a sexy way. Embarrassingly, I already had an erection. I could hear Mistress DeVille chuckling at me from her perch. My blood was pounding in my ears. It was just the two of us in the room, but Mistress's penetrating eyes made me sweat like I was in front of a huge audience. I sucked in my stomach and pulled my shirt off over my head, suddenly aware of how pasty I was. I could feel her eyes roving over my barely clothed body, scorching my flaws. Mistress was laughing out loud now. "Dumb little bitch, you have a LOT of training ahead of you." "Mistress DeVille, do you want me to take my underwear off too?" I asked, hoping she would leave me at least those, to spare me some dignity. But no, that wicked smile was back. "Of course, slave. Take them off and fold them neatly with your other clothes." Slowly, I peeled my boxers off. I had never felt so naked before, even when I had been naked before with other women. With Mistress I felt more vulnerable. Now my dick isn't anything to write home about, but I like to think I'm about average. With Mistress DeVille's eyes on my throbbing hard erection though, I knew that I could never measure up. She laughed in my face. "Oh you poor little thing," she said, "how difficult it must be to go through life with that tiny thing in your pants. No woman would be pleased by that. I feel sorry for any woman that pitied you enough to fuck you- they couldn't have liked it much." I was so humiliated. I wanted to hide, to cover myself with a blanket away from her prying eyes. But deep inside, I knew she was right. Mistress DeVille was a goddess, it was seriously unreal how perfect she was. And I'm not hideous, I have pretty good self-esteem, but I'm just nowhere near her league. And she knew it. "I have something more suitable for you to wear," she told me, and pulled a small silk pouch off of the end table. I didn't know what she could possibly want me to wear that would fit in that bag, which was only about the size of a CD. She tossed it onto the ground next to me. "Open it," she ordered, but I was already pulling the little bag open. I reached in and something soft and textured brushed my fingers. I pulled it out of the bag. A pair of women's panties. A purple, see-through, lace pair of women's panties. "Put them on, slut" she purred at me. "I want to see you in them." I gulped, feeling my throat constrict. But they would at least shield my poor cock from Mistress DeVille's humiliating remarks. I quickly pulled them on. They held my package in place securely, and rode up my ass crack until I could feel soft lace right up against my ass. "Turn around," she commanded huskily, and grabbed me, pinning my arms to my sides and spinning me around until she was standing directly behind me. I could feel the warmth of her body right behind my naked body, electricity tingling in the inch or two between us. I felt one of her legs snake in between my legs, and suddenly she pushed me over, forcing me to bend at the waist over a table. "Now spread your legs," she breathed into my ear. She ran her nails across my exposed butt cheeks before slapping them sharply. I settled into my position, bent forward over a table, legs spread wide open, sexiest woman I'd ever seen right behind me. My face burned with embarrassment at being so exposed. She slapped my ass again, and again and again, settling into a rhythm of firm spanks, punctuated once and again with an especially enthusiastic, and painful, spank. I could feel my ass heating up, and my cock was straining at my tight panties. I could tell she was really enjoying herself. She must be a sadist. She smiled every time she landed a blow, and the more I flinched and yelped, the wider she smiled. My breathing was heavy from being tortured, but I heard her breaths get deeper as well. It turned me on like crazy to know that abusing me was turning her on. "My little bitch, you've done such a nice job taking your punishment," she breathed, "you get a reward." She pushed me to the ground and settled herself into a huge chair in front of me. She lifted her feet off the ground and let her boots rest on my shoulders. I sat on the ground in front of her, trying to look up her tight skirt. "Eyes on the ground or I'll whip the shit out of you," she warned. I did as I was told, unzipping her long black boots, all the way from the inside of her thigh to the inside of her ankle. I pulled them delicately off her legs then feet, inhaling the scent of them. She took pleasure in ordering me to smell her feet, to kiss them and massage them. Her legs were long, shapely and tanned, ending in incredibly sexy feet with dark red nail polish. I could sense her moving around in her throne-line chair. I kept my eyes trained on her feet for fear of punishment. Oh my god. She was touching herself. This was the hottest thing I could ever remember happening to me. I practically held my breath, putting all my effort into rubbing her feet and staring at the ground, as she got herself off. She came quickly, touching herself with skill I knew my hands didn't have. I had never gotten a woman to come that hard or quickly before, but she could obviously please herself. "Oh Mistress," I whispered, "I would do anything to fuck you." "To what?" She pulled her feet out of my reach and laughed like I had just told her a funny joke. "Let's get this straight now, slave. I will never fuck you. Never. I would never fuck a pathetic loser slave like you." She was putting her boots back on. "You're pathetic. Your cock makes me laugh. In the future, if you're lucky, I might fuck you... with my strap-on dildo." She stood up and pressed her foot hard into my balls, crushing them painfully between her boot and the ground. "NEVER gonna happen. Are we clear?" I whimpered. "What a dumb fucking slut." She ground even harder for a second, making me lose my breath. I felt an enormous sense of relief as she removed her foot from my nuts, which was only slightly dimmed by the surprise of a stinging pain as she slapped me in the face. "Stand up," she ordered, and I did. She tossed me my clothes "I would say we're quite familiar with each other now, wouldn't you?" She asked, and my cheeks flamed with embarrassment. I was still incredibly aware of how my ass burned from her welts. She had seen every part of me, naked. I nodded. She grinned. "Then you can call me Mistress Bailey from now on. Understand?" _________________________ *to be continued...?* Would you go back? Will I?