0 comments/ 20737 views/ 3 favorites My First: Misha By: halfnakedhistory I have nothing but fond memories of Misha; she was very kind. I remember working that crappy part-time job with her that Summer, secretly having a crush on this 24 year old bombshell with gigantic blue eyes, a tiny waist, and her full undeniable hips. I was 18, a virgin, and about ready to ship out for the first time. Unfortunately she was dating this 35 year old stuffed shirt jerk of a boyfriend who regularly made her cry; a real prick. I didn't understand why she was so into him at that time and I figured that I would never have a shot. So, I remained content with stealing a lustful look from time to time and ruthlessly flirting with her whenever I got the opportunity. One Wednesday afternoon she came skipping into the shop with a huge smile on her face like the world could do no wrong and tossed her purse under the counter without a care. Before I could get a greeting out of my mouth she looked dead at me and asked what I was doing that night. I quickly made it known that I had some flexibility with my schedule and asked her why. It turns out Misha was tired of getting treated like crap and told her older dickhead of a boyfriend to go to hell the night before. His loss, my unbelievable gain. Misha told me to be ready by 7 and that she would be picking me up. I was higher than high and couldn't wait for 7 to come. When she pulled up I was out the door before she could honk the horn and ready to go. We went to check out dinner and a movie and then it was straight back to her place without even so much as asking me. I suppose she kind of enjoyed how eager I was to be on a date with her...it's not like I had used any sort of subtlety in my flirtations for months now. When we got to her place she asked me to pour a couple glasses of wine and meet her on the deck. I made my way into the kitchen opened the first bottle I could get my hands on, grabbed a couple of glasses and headed outside. When she emerged from the house she was wearing a striped string bikini that accentuated every curve in her body that I had been fantasizing about all Summer long. My eyes must have been as big as the moon when I got that first look at her in the bikini. She gave my a coy half smile and laughed as she walked across the deck and turned on the hot tub. I nervously poured the wine and naively asked her if she had and trunks that I could borrow. She simply said no and asked if that would be a problem. No problem at all I said and started undressing as my pulse raced uncontrollably. She jumped in the hot tub and I made my way across the deck naked as a jay bird with a ridiculously rigid teenage hard on and a glass of wine in each hand. I slipped into the hot tub and handed her a glass. We talked about absolutely nothing of any importance as she demonstrated no level of shyness in exploring my skin with her free hand. As I was taking the last swallow of my first glass of wine she put hers down and wrapped both of her hands around my aching cock. She slowly stroked me with both hands and she asked me to take off her top. My trembling hands reached over her shoulder to pull the string at her back to loosen her top and the tie behind her neck and watched her top drop into the bubbling water. Her breasts were just enough to fill the proverbial champagne glass, perfectly shaped, with soft pink nipples, and natural tan lines. Misha asked me to sit on the edge of the hot tub and she reached over and took a long sip from her wine glass as she refilled mine. I jumped up on the side of the hot tub and took my refilled glass. Misha told me to relax, enjoy my wine, and let her show her appreciation for being such a nice guy to her at work all Summer. I seriously could have passed out right there. My 18 year mind was exploding and somewhat overwhelmed with what seemed to be completely surreal in that moment. She made me feel things with her lips that I had only dreamed about until she slowly took every inch of me obvious desire for her into her mouth. Misha waited until I was concentrating on trying to take a drink from my wine glass when she used her tongue to make my eyes involuntarily roll back in my head and then she swiftly devoured my length down to the base and I absolutely exploded. I could feel it fill her mouth and throat as she hungrily swallowed down nearly ever drop. She slowly lifted her face to reveal a mischievous smile and traces of my virgin spunk on her lips. Unbelievable, I had just experienced every teenage guy's dream. We spent the rest of the evening under the stars in the hot tub being playful with each other as Misha and I continued to become acquainted with each other's bodies. After finishing off the bottle of wine she playfully told me to jump out and get her a towel. "No sex tonight Tiger." she said, "I was kind of wondering though....what are you up to this weekend?" "Why? What were you thinking?" I asked. "A little getaway actually. Are you in?" "Count on it." The Summer was shaping up to be a memorable one. My First Mistress I just turned 40. Damn, I never really thought that I'd see this age. Every time I've entered a new decade in my life, I've stopped to take stock of my life thus far. When I turned 20, well, let's be honest, I wasn't thinking about anything at 20 except getting laid. At 30, I was pretty happy that my 20's were over and I was ready to settle down. At 40, I am successful, married and have 2 beautiful children. I figured that I was as happy as anyone else, until I met her. I've always been in pretty good shape, but years of traveling for work, eating poorly and not exercising had taken its toll. I decided that the time had come to join a gym. I joined a national chain, so I could continue my workouts on the road. Two months into my workout routine, I was in a facility in southern California. I had been working on a long term contract and would be spending the next six weeks in California, only flying home to Phoenix on the weekends. I was about a mile into my run on the treadmill when I noticed the woman next to me. She looked to be about 5 years older than me, but toned. She had long auburn hair, tied tightly back in a pony tail. She was small, only about 5'2". Her face was angelic. There was something about her, she just glowed. Her tits were large for her body and the sweat slowly trickling onto her top clearly showed the outline of her nipples. Unfortunately, my staring got the better of me and I lost my footing on the treadmill. I tripped and landed right on the belt. Luckily for me, I had attached the automatic stop or I would have had road rash all over my face. I laid for a moment, assessing my wounds. When I looked up, she was standing over me, small beads of her sweat were dropping on my face, one even landing on my lips. "Are you alright?" she asked, reaching her hand down to me. "I think so." I stared into her eyes, mesmerized. She helped me up and led me to a chair. I sat while she got me a drink of water. "Thank you again for checking on me," I said, after taking a sip of the water. "My pleasure." She turned to go. "Maybe next time you should pay attention to your workout instead of staring at my tits." She smiled and winked and walked away before I could answer. I returned to the gym at the same time every day for the rest of the week, hoping to see her again, but she was never there. I flew home to Phoenix for the weekend, but couldn't get her out of my mind. The sight of her top getting wet, the taste of her sweat in my mouth. The next Monday, I was back in the gym after work. I started running and soon felt a presence next to me. I glanced to my right and there she was. I immediately stumbled a bit, but caught myself. I could see her smile out of the corner of my eye. I finished my work without incident. I amused myself with the weights, waiting for her to leave and hoping to get a chance to speak with her. About 30 minutes later, I saw her start towards the door. She stopped and chatted with a muscular guy for a moment. I felt jealousy rise up. She smiled; laughed at something he said and left. I hurried after her, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Hi," I said, catching her before she reached her car. She turned, "Hi." "I just wanted to thank you for helping me out last week." "It was my pleasure. You should try paying attention to your workout a little more." I blushed and couldn't think of anything to say, so I said, "Would you like to have dinner with me sometime. I'm here all week for work and don't know anyone." She gazed up into my eyes and softly touched my arm. My heart immediately started beating faster and my cock hardened. She then glanced down at my shorts and smiled again. "I don't think so." I was crestfallen. "Okay, I understand..." I started. "I think that working out for you is just a game. What? Maybe a midlife crisis? You are cute, but I demand a little more from my dining companions." My thoughts were racing. Demand more? From a dining companion? Who is this woman? "I tell you what. Why don't you prove to me how badly you want to have dinner with me?" I just gazed into her eyes, in complete adoration. "What do you weigh?" "220 lbs." "What are you trying to get down to?" "190" "30 lbs. That's a good start. Here's what we'll do. If you get down to 190, I'll have dinner with you." "Are you serious?" She moved closer to me. I was sure she could feel my hard cock, now grazing her flat stomach. "I'm completely serious." "Ok. How do I get in touch with you when I lose it?" "Don't worry about that, I'll find you." She turned and started to walk away. "Hey, what's your name?" She turned, her eyes glared into me. "First of all," she said firmly, "I don't answer to "Hey", and secondly, you lose 10 pounds and I'll tell you my name. Don't speak to me, or even look at me until you do so. Is that clear?" "Yes, ummm..." "Yes, Miss, will do." "Yes Miss." She turned and left me standing in the middle of the parking lot with a hard on, unsure of what really just transpired. I returned to my hotel to shower. My cock would become achingly hard at the mere thought of her, which meant, of course, that I was constantly hard. For some reason, I didn't masturbate, somehow thinking that it would displease her. I quickly changed and went downstairs for dinner. I ordered a beer and a filet with a baked potato. My thoughts kept rushing back to the afternoon in the parking lot. The waitress placed the beer in front of me. I stopped her. "Excuse me, Miss. Would it be too late to change my order?" "No, I don't think so, Sir." "Could you please cancel the steak and potato? I'd like a dinner salad, with grilled chicken, lite Italian dressing on the side and a bottle of mineral water." She left. I realized that I hadn't ordered a dinner like this in years, but I also knew that this would be my diet going forward. The days and weeks passed. I spent a couple of weeks away from California, but my workout routine grew more intense and my diet never changed. People were starting to notice. My wife started touching me again, rubbing my cock underneath the table during dinner. Three weeks after our last meeting I was scheduled to spend the week in California again. I could hardly wait to get off work and get to the gym, but was disappointed when she didn't show. On Wednesday, in the middle of my weight training, I saw her walk past me. In the mirror, I could see her checking me out and didn't miss the smile that crossed her face. I finished my workout and was at the vending machines buying an orange juice when she came up behind me. "I'm impressed." I turned and immediately cast my gaze down. "You can look at me. It looks to me like you've earned it." I slowly raised my eyes, taking the time to linger on her pert tits before once again gazing into her azure eyes. "Come with me." She led me to the scale in the corner. She patted me on the ass. "Up you go." I stood on the scale as she adjusted the weights. "Hmmm...202. You've lost 18 pounds. Congratulations." "Thank you Miss..." "My name is Rebecca, but you may call me Miss Rebecca." "Thank you Miss Rebecca." "When do you leave this week?" "Friday morning, Miss Rebecca." "So you will be here tomorrow?" "Yes Miss Rebecca." "Tomorrow, I will have a special surprise for you, if your weight is less than 200 pounds. Do you think you can manage that?" "I'll do my best, Miss Rebecca." She smiled and touched my thigh, right next to my straining cock. "I know you will, Michael. You won't want to miss this." With that, she was gone. It wasn't until then that it struck me that I had never told her my name. I went into the sauna and sat until I couldn't stand the heat any longer. I had to lose 2 more pounds. I was in the sauna for over an hour. I dragged myself to the hotel, skipped dinner, although I was starving and went straight to bed. I skipped breakfast in the morning, and lunch. By the time I reached the gym, I could barely walk, let alone work out. Still, I got on the treadmill and began my run. I kept the pace slow, but worked up a good sweat. Rebecca showed up about 30 minutes into my workout. She stood to the side, but I could see her occasionally glance over at me. I finished up 4 miles and walked towards the water fountain. "Done already?" Rebecca had sidled up beside me. "I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I'll pass out if I go any further." She smiled at this. "I love a man who will do anything for me. Come on." She led me again to the scale. I waiting anxiously as she fiddled with the settings. "Let's see. 199 and a half. Congratulations Michael. You get a reward. " She led me to a vending machine and bought me an orange juice and an energy bar. I then followed her to a set of chairs. "I want you to sit right here, and if you watch that mirror," she said, pointing at the wall, "you'll be able to see me on the treadmill. You sit and watch and don't take your eyes off me for one second. Is that understood?" "Yes Miss Rebecca." "Good." She got on the treadmill. In the mirror, I could see her breasts slightly jumping with each step she took. She ran for an hour and I kept my eyes on her the entire time. "Do you know which car is mine?" she asked when she returned. "Yes Miss Rebecca." "Wait for me beside the car, but don't touch it." "Yes Miss Rebecca." What was happening to me? I'm a very successful man, but here I was being treated like a child and loving it and needing more. Five minutes passed before Rebecca approached. "You've done very well Michael. Does it excite you to obey me?" "I've never felt like this before in my life, Miss Rebecca. Yes, it excites me." "Perfect. Do you want your reward?" "Please." "Will you kneel and beg me for your reward?" I quickly glanced around, but was stopped short by the sting of her palm on my face. "I didn't ask you to look around and see who was watching. When you are with me, you are with only me. Nothing and no one else matters. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss Rebecca." "Well...." I sank to my knees, the rocks on the pavement dug into my skin. I gazed up into her eyes, feeling her power over me. "Please Miss Rebecca. May I have my reward? She leaned over, kissed me on my forehead. "Yes little Michael, you have pleased me." She reached into her bag and pulled out a red silk thong. "I've been wearing this all day Michael. I wore this while you were watching me work out." She held them to my face. "Breathe in, Michael, smell your Mistress." I inhaled deeply. My cock throbbed as I breathed her essence. "Tonight you will masturbate with these held to your nose. You may also taste them if you like. You will think of ways to please me." She unlocked her door and got in her car, leaving me kneeling in the parking lot. Instinctually, I lifted the panties to my face and inhaled deeply. Her pussy left a sweet pungent odor on the panties. I quickly realized where I was. I hurried to my car and drove back to the hotel. Immediately upon entering my room, I stripped and laid on the bed. My cock was like steel as I placed her panties over my nose. Every breath I took drew her essence into my body. I was trying to prolong my orgasm. I softly stroked myself while I imagined myself on my knees before her. I imagined myself lying over her lap while she slowly but firmly spanked me. Where were these thoughts coming from? I knew about dominance and submission, but never felt that I was really interested in it. Yet here I was, desperately needing to submit to a woman I didn't even know. The phone rang, interrupting my fantasies. I decided to ignore it. It rang five times and stopped. A minute later it began again. I sighed, slid the panties from my face and answered the phone. "Hello?" "Are you naked?" Rebecca asked. "How did you get this number? How do you know where I'm staying?" "Answer me!" "Yes Miss Rebecca, I'm naked." "Tell me what you've done since you I left you in the parking lot." "As soon as you left, I smelled your panties, still on my knees in the parking lot." "Mmmmmm, go on." "Then I realized where I was and got in my car and drove straight back to the hotel. As soon as I was in my room, I stripped. I lay down on the bed and put your panties over my nose. I played with myself as I breathed you in." "Do you like doing what I ask?" "Yes, Miss." "What were you thinking about while you masturbated?" I paused. "I was thinking about you Miss Rebecca." "Of course you were thinking about me. Tell me explicitly what you were thinking about." "I thought about kneeling before you, Miss." "What else?" "I thought about being over your knee while you spanked me." "Very good, Michael. Have you ever thought about becoming a submissive, Michael?" "Honestly, no Miss, but I find myself thinking about it all the time now." "Do you understand that you will become my submissive, if you follow my instructions?" "Yes Miss." "Do you want that, Michael?" "Yes, Miss." "I want you to stop masturbating right now. You have 10 pounds to lose. Will you be here the week after next? "Yes Miss." "We will have dinner on Monday night, if you have lost the weight. On Monday, after work, you will go to the gym. You will ask for Greg. Tell Greg that you are there for your weigh in for Miss Rebecca. Be sure to say Miss Rebecca. Greg will weigh you in and if you have reached your goal, he will give you further instructions. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss Rebecca." "You are also to wear the panties. You will ask Greg to check to see that you are wearing them. Do you understand? "But Miss..." "It's not a request Michael; it's the price of admission." "Yes Miss." "Once Greg approves, he will direct you to me. I'm looking forward to the start of our little adventure Michael." "I am too Miss Rebecca." "You have ten days. You'd better get busy." With that, she hung up. I laid on the bed with a painful erection, wondering just what I'd gotten myself into. My First Mistress Lying on the foot of Master M's bed, I revel in the warmth of his soft and warm bed sheets as I sink deeper into them. The rich mauve colouring enveloping me while lay on top of them, the softness of the mattress drawing me deeper towards sleep. Never before in my life have I been afforded such luxury, not even in the life before I was taken. A life so distant it seems as if it was not even mine, all I can remember these days is this life....... my new life. Days and nights of serving my masters and mistresses, pleasuring them in new and exciting ways, ways that before I never knew existed. While my introduction to a world bound by rules and servitude was immensely cruel, I now recognize that it was necessary in my growth as a slave and in gauging my level of experience. Maybe if I had been more experienced it would have been easier to slip into this word but I'm glad it wasn't, this way I experienced the worst so now I feel the best there is. Strangely what you think would be my worst moment, was actually the moment when I realized just how broken I was and how much I now need this life. Standing in my circle of light, before anyone entered (as was now always the case) I awaited my master. I could be waiting 10 seconds or 10 minutes or more, I knew I had to wait standing still, the cold floor on my bare feet chilling my toes and sending shivers into my calves. Suppressing the urge to shift my weight as my legs started to cramp, I knew that I was being tested and cameras all around watched my every move. Time crept by, but still I waited, waited for my master to take me, use me as he had before. To punish me for imagined slights against him or for slips in my training. I had long since learned only perfection was good enough, anything short of perfection was punishable and so perfection is what I strove for. After my time in this room, (I estimated I had been down here about a month by this point but I couldn't be sure, I hadn't been outside in all this time and my only food had been chicken and rice and water the only thing I could drink. The combination of all this was turning my body (although I was hardly fat to begin with) into a very lean woman. My butt had started to tighten from all the spankings and whippings as it sought a way to protect itself, hardening and building more muscle and not fat, my puppy fat had all but disappeared. My tits were firm and perky still with my nipples almost always at a state of erection, this was just how my master preferred them. I cant say at this point that I enjoyed the abuse that could be heaped upon my body at a moments notice but I had certainly stopped flinching from it. Iv had learned to take the cane well and even focus on the stinging it left behind as long lines of red welts rose up on my body wherever it made contact. The swish as it arced in to my bare cheeks or legs no longer made me cringe before that painful contact, I could even stand being whipped by the short whip practically anywhere on my body and surprisingly even the feel of it as it came up between my legs and stroked my pussy and clit actually sent an electric jolt through me as body would betray my desires. This was all as my master wanted though and I didn't know if this made me angry at being turned into what I was becoming or if I was happy at serving him. So I fought it, I fought it with all I had, I didn't want to become his plaything but I knew there was no changing what I was becoming, a willing sex slave. It was then I realized the feeling I had, standing in that room all alone, my circle of light encompassing me, holding me inside its embrace as if nothing outside mattered, only what came in to the circle. It was disappointment, I was disappointed that no one had been in yet; no one had been in to wash me. I wanted to feel their touch, everyday the women had washed me and tended to my private areas, removing any excess hair, soaping my body, massaging in oils into my skin and stroking me gently, erasing the scars and pain of the previous day's lessons. AS they cleaned me, their fingers would undoubtedly brush across my clit forcing me to control myself lest it stop, a fight with myself to keep the pleasure but not to give in to it. Even my arsehole wasn't immune to their fingers as they sought to cleanse me everywhere but even this attention would set me off, the feeling of multiple hands on my body, beautiful women tending to me, invading me where no one ever has, it didn't matter all the things I thought I would never like ,I did: not only did I like them but even standing there thinking of them was turning me on, the tell tale heat in my cheeks, the warmth in my pussy as blood flooded my privates. I badly wanted them and I realized even more how much of his I was. More time passed but I held my stance until finally the door opened, but in stead of hearing the heavy footsteps of my master a gentle "click click" descended the stairs and made its way towards me followed by the familiar shuffling sound of my two attendees. Fighting to keep the relief and smile from my face I raised my arms out to the sides and spread my legs and awaited their ministrations. They never came, instead, they silently walked into the inner sanctum of my circle and without even a little glance they sank to their knees in front of me at the edge of my vision. Resting on their haunches with their heads cast down looking at the stone floor. I couldn't help but look at their beautiful bodies long hair flowing down their unmarred backs, their breasts pert and round, shining with oils, the same oils I guessed I was always massaged with and I found my self wondering "who tends to these two". They both had lithe, athletic bodies with muscles subtly moving beneath the surface of their skin. It dawned on me then, that I must look very similar to this except for the muscles I must have been a replica of these two, a clone. I was about the same height, the same weight same hair style and length everything was the same or similar, I would even guess my tits were the same size and the muscles were nothing some gym time couldn't fix. All the time I was admiring the women I was only partially aware of the constant "click, click, click" as it circled me a distant silhouette just outside my world edging closer until, in front of me a woman dressed in a form fitting little dress stepped into my circle and in between the women kneeling now at her feet. Her hair was a short brown colour trimmed neatly to her neck and she had an average looking face but perhaps if she hadn't been scowling she would have been better looking. While she had a nice body it wasn't as nice as my two attendants and therefore I guessed not as nice as and perhaps this was why she was scowling so much. Her hands were resting on the heads of the women to either side of her, fingers splayed as if to crush their skulls with one hand, and on her feet she had high heel boots that covered her legs up to her knees. All very alluring I was sure but it did nothing for me in the slightest, I had seen much more intimidating sights in my stay and also much more attractive sights starting with the women to her sides. The sudden appearance of this woman stilled my urges and I found myself back from my dreams about the women kneeling by her and I became aware that my arms were beginning to ache and tremble from holding them out for so long, usually by now they had been bound out beyond my sight so tight I didn't have to hold them up. Without saying a word she turned the two women's head towards each other and forced them together. They were leaning forward at such an angle that the only thing keeping them upright was the fact they were leaning against each other, I could see their tongue darting in and out, exploring each others mouth as they kissed deeply and passionately. Releasing their heads the mistress walked around them and up to me, leaving them kissing behind her, as she got closer they got more and more into their kissing as their hands started to move up each others body, I couldn't help but watch, it was enticing, I found myself wanting to be part of it and feel the tenderness of the kisses but the mistress was blocking my view. "Lower you arms" she commanded. Immediately I complied. "You have never been with a woman have you?" "No mistress" I replied, knowing automatically that that was what I was I was to call her. "Well we will soon rectify that!" Stepping to the side she gave me full view again and I could see that now they were not only kissing but hands were everywhere, caressing breasts, pinching nipples, stroking faces and reaching between legs, never staying put in one place for long. Again my desire grew, my breathing got heavier and I felt a hand slip between my legs and up between my lips, sliding gently along my soaked pussy. I kept my gaze fixed on the show in front as fingers slipped inside me, not even sighing as I wanted to when they entered. Moving faster and faster the fingers brought me to the edge of orgasm and withdrew to my clit rubbing frantically to bring me over the edge. Trying to stand still was impossible, the show coupled with the rubbing sent me stumbling as I came down my legs, my juices coating my mistresses fingers. "Clap, Clap" Up stood the performers and they came over to me. Pushing her fingers deep into the slave on the lefts mouth she made her lick her fingers until no trace of me could be found. Whispering in the other slaves ear she then walked out of the circle of light while the slave walked in the opposite direction. Moments later the whole room was bathed in light as the slave turned on all the lights and then walked back towards me and eventually past. Keeping my gaze still fixed firmly ahead I worried about all the punishment I would receive for Cumming on my mistress's hand and not staying still. When the other slave left my side I began to worry more, now I had no one near me, no one to focus on when I received my punishment. "Get down; whore. Get down on your hands and knees and show me you arse." Slowly I lowered myself to my knees and then leant forwards onto my hands until my arse was slightly higher than my head, my hair not yet been tied back for the day fell about my face and draped to the floor. A cool breeze blew across my exposed pussy as I worried about the next part, whatever that would be. "Do you think you deserved to cum? Do you think that display was for you?" "No Mistress" "You deserve a spanking for that, and a good one, but I don't want to hurt my hand on your insolent behind. You can do it and make it good or it'll go a lot worse for you later. Give her the paddle" And with that a handle was thrust in to my hand. "Begin, and don't forget to count." And so I did "SMACK" ."One" I cried "SMACK" "Two" "SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK" "Three, four, five". All the way to 15, I could feel my butt cheek was red raw and burning as all fifteen had landed on the same cheek. "Good girl." She said "I'm pleased with your punishment now come over here but stay on your hands and knees." I could hear a tremor in her voice as if she found this funny. Turning round on the floor I saw her reclining in a comfortable looking armchair (I don't know when it was brought in but can only assume it was sometime when I was sleeping) with her dress lying on the floor in front of her and her legs open. Either side of her again were my two attendants kneeling in the same position they were earlier except now further apart. Crawling toward her I feel my breasts swaying with my motion, my nipples still erect and aroused from earlier, my pussy aching, wanting more, wanting something inside filling me up and all the time knowing my master has planned all this to break me, to make me his. I kept my head down as I drew up to her feet, in my peripheral vision I can see the other women as they stoically sit there, waiting for their next command. "CLAP, CLAP" With that the two women sprang into action, one grabbing my rams and pining them behind me leaving my face inches from smashing into the cold stone floor. The other moving around and behind me. Being hoisted up by my arms I found myself in a kneeling position breasts thrust out to my mistress who promptly gave them both a twist and squeeze, trying but failing to elicit a response from me, at the same time my knees were being forced apart and then something soft and hairy brushed against my inner thighs. "Pay attention to what you feel. What is used and how to do it. You will be expected to do it to me after and you better do it well." Before I could reply I felt something I had never felt before, I didn't know what is was but I could guess, her tongue was licking against my clit, tracing little patterns around that most sensitive spot of mine, never touching just teasing, playing with me, daring me to move, to force my clit onto her tongue, but the vice like grip holding my nipples prevented it. Then the licking got faster, occasionally flicking over my clit but never concentrating on it. Working its way to my opening, first licking around It, then into it, alternating between penetrating me to teasing me. Back and forth it went wanting me to cum but never letting me. Back to my clit and on it straight away, I was ecstatic no more teasing as she made me cum, huge racking orgasms flooded me then sending my juice in to her mouth but she kept going, I thought I was cumming enough to drown her but she wanted more, had been commanded to have more. "See you don't ever stop till commanded" mistress said through the haze of orgasms. "Do you understand?" "Y-Y-Y-Yes mistress" I managed to stammer while the slaves tongue continued its relentless assault on my pussy. Just to add to the experience, while her mouth was firmly affixed to my pussy, licking and sucking for all it was worth, I felt a finger, then another slip effortlessly into my pussy while another circled my arsehole. A finger in my arse was nothing new by then but never during anything sexual. Fire exploded deep within me and I jammed my pussy hard down upon her face as she slipped a finger deep into my arse. Rocking back and forth on her face, her fingers pumping in and out of me I was screaming with pleasure as I came again and again, not caring about the pain being caused by my nipples' hell it was even adding to the experience. I was growing dizzy from the orgasms, there seemed to be no end to them, just a rolling wave of pleasure as she drank in my nectar. "STOP!" Rang out through the haze; as my body wobbled, perched as it was on the slaves face the only thing holding me upright, my mistresses grip on my stretched nipples. As the slave withdrew her nose then her forehead tickled past my clit eliciting one last shudder from me. Releasing my nipples, Mistress turned my head to kiss the woman next to me. To taste my own juices so I knew what it tasted like.. "Your turn!" Mistress said and with that I was edged forward towards her muff. She only had a little line of hair above her Mons, her pussy was glistening in the light in anticipation of what was to come. A hand on the back of my head told me it was time, so I lent forward almost eagerly and started to show the mistress what I had learnt. Shaking my hands free of their captor I ran them up my mistress's legs until they were resting on her hips, and looking her in the eyes I smiled as I said "Thank you mistress" and I set about licking, nibbling, stroking, anything I could think of that would make her cum. I tasted her cum many times that day and I have to say it was lovely; the taste of her juices was sweet on my tongue, the feel of her velvety skin as it clenched during every orgasm and sent spurts of cum shooting into my mouth, (I never knew women could do that until that moment) I drank everything down and licked at what I missed, down between her arse crack and onto the armchair. I made sure to use my fingers but because of my position I couldn't enter her instead I used my finger on her clit strumming her softly while my tongue probed deeper and deeper into he. She pulled on my head wanting more as I sent her to heaven until she breathlessly uttered "stop". Proud, and not a little warn out I did, I sat back on my haunches I knew I had to do this well or face punishment from her, far worse than any I had ever experienced before. My face was dripping with her, my cheeks were red and I had a burning sensation between my legs like I had never had before. But for the first time since I had been there I felt good. No one could deny I had done a good job. "Well done my pet," she said "you did well, much better than I thought. It seems you like to lick pussy don't you?" "Yes" I replied "Mistress if I may, I think I like to do anything that pleases you and my masters!" and with that sentence I knew my last vestiges of resistance had been broken and now I would do anything that was ever asked. My First Mistress The burger and fries at Mickey Ds had not been the nice evening meal I would have preferred, but it was true to its fast food designation, quick and easy. I didn't need to waste a bunch of time tonight on eating as I had a shop drawing submittal I needed to spend time with and get on its way to the architect first thing in the morning. With the plans all spread out on the extra bed in my motel room, I have finally marked up the six copies of the plans with corrections and stamped them with the company's approval stamp, "Approved as Noted." Just another day in the construction business, I think with a sigh of relief. Always something pressing to keep it continually stressful. My wrist watch reads a little after nine as I slip out of my room and head down the corridor. Not a lot of time left to unwind after another tiring day, but I will make the best of what is left of the night. A couple of cool ones in the motel lounge sure sounds good. Besides, I really enjoy the group they have playing in the lounge now. They play great pieces to dance to both fast and slow and usually draw a good crowd of locals, even a nice number of stray females sometimes. What the hell, maybe it will be my lucky night. Sure enough, the place is packed. All the tables are occupied with only a few empty stools remaining at the bar. I hate that but have no choice. I could get by a lot longer at a table without having to order another drink than I can with that aggressive bar tender. He will be right on top of me as soon as I finish my drink wanting to know if I am ready for another. I would really like to string them out until the band does their second set. Amazingly, they transform themselves in appearance and sound into a band of yesteryear and play a set of oldies that really bring back great memories. The first two cold beers go down so easily and I don't have a problem with the bartender pushing drinks at me. I was more than ready for them. The third one I manage to nurse a little bit as I turn on the stool toward the room and the band, with my back to him so that I can ignore his stare. Not much in way of unattached women that I can see as I scan the room. Maybe I should just finish off this one and go get a good night's sleep. Besides I am beginning to feel just a bit of a buzz. Been a while since that quarter with cheese I am guessing. As I turn back toward the bar with the intent of finishing my beer and leaving, I catch just a glimpse of her as she enters the room. Just like me, she stands there for a moment trying to find that one empty seat. She has my full attention now as I know that empty seat is right next to me at the bar. She appears to be about my age; mid thirties would be my guess. Her attire is not what you would expect a gal to put on to go clubbing to attract the opposite sex by any means. It surely has to be a costume of some sort. Probably a waitress I am guessing just getting off of work for the evening. Dressed more in the theme of the country that the restaurant specializes in is my further assumption. Not a firm young petite girl anymore as age and maybe kids have added a few pounds here and there but still very attractive. More buxom than petite now would be a better description. She gives me a nice smile as she slides onto the stool at my right just as the bartender is taking my order for that fourth Bud I hadn't planned on just a few moments earlier. And before he can get away, she turns to me on her stool, her left knee against my right thigh, and sweetly asks, "You wouldn't mind buying a lady a drink would you? I just got off of work and I sure need one." The bartender doesn't even wait for my reply before turning to her and asking, "And what would the lady like?" "Seven and seven," is her instant response and without a pause, turns and adds, "Thank you so much kind sir. My name is Jodie," offering her hand to me. "Jim, I'm Jim," I repeat for no good reason other than I am caught a bit off guard. I would have offered to buy her a drink anyway but she didn't give me a chance to offer, just ordered it for herself. She sure must be confident that that I would be willing to pay for it. As we wait on our drinks she tells me it has been a bad night and she really needs the drink. It seems she had a customer stiff her. The bastard as she names him had a nice expensive meal and then slipped out without paying the tab and she got stuck with it. "That's awful," I concur. "Oh it happens from time to time. Good thing I got some nice tips from some others or the night would have been a total loss. It just pisses me off when a man takes advantage of me like that, Well, not just a man," she quickly revises her remark. "Where do you work?" I inquire. "Maria's," is her short reply and then she continues when it doesn't seem to register with me, "It is a fine Italian Restaurant out toward the beaches. "You should give us a try. Their Italian dishes are wonderful if you like Italian crusine." As the bartender returns with our drinks, I know I need to drink mine cautiously as I am already feeling it just a little. She quite the contrary, drains about half of hers in one long continuous gulp. "Whew!" she exclaims, "I needed that. It's gonna make everything okay." Then again turning toward me, she adds, "Thank you again for the drink." She makes no effort this time to return to facing the bar, her left knee pressing against my right thigh as it had originally. "Well Jim you know I am a waitress, but I don't know what you do." She states and leaves it at that, obviously expecting my reply. "Construction. I work in construction." Again repeating myself as if for some reason I need to say it twice. "Oh, I always thought construction workers were big muscular guys with calloused hands. You just don't look the type at all." "I'm a project manager," I volunteer. "My work is mostly in the office handling the job's paperwork...... And before I can explain further she interrupts, "So you are the one that makes the big bucks eh?" And then before I can answer that she grabs my hand and exclaims, "I just love this old song they are playing. It brings back great memories." Then pulling me to my feet she continues, "Let's dance." As we reach the dance floor, I slip my left arm around her waist and reach for her hand with my right one. She ignores it and puts both arms around my neck, holding me tight, her soft body contoured against mine. I can feel the softness of her ample breasts flattened against me. And as we begin to move, she slips her right knee between my legs, capturing my right thigh between her legs and rides it as we move around the dance floor. Her face is nestled high on my chest and my chin is buried in the softness of her hair. Her eyes are closed as she presses herself hard against my thigh. Not a word is said and I can feel an old familiar stirring in my loins as I have never danced so intimately close as this before. She just looks up at me and smiles. As the song ends it is her again that takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor and back to our seats. Not a word is said as we sit back down but I feel that knee against my thigh immediately and as she lifts her glass with her right hand, I feel her left on my right thigh. As she begins to caress my inner thigh with her fingertips, she must have noticed how I stiffened a bit at that touch. "Relax Jim," she offers, "I don't bite." The invitation seems very clear and I ignore my beer completely. The dance has me more than ready and I lean over and whisper in her ear, "Why don't we cut out of here and go to my room?" "I thought you would never ask," she replies as she stands again, taking my hand and leading me from the room. That's how it all began months ago. I didn't get much sleep that night and I could hardly believe it when the wakeup call came the next morning at 5;30am. She had not only been aggressive in getting me into bed but had been an aggressive lover as well. When had she left I had wondered first and then I quickly checked to see if my wallet was still in my trousers pocket and it had been. Then it had dawned on me that I had no idea where she lived and she hadn't given me a telephone number either. The one thing I had known was that I wanted an encore. I did know her name was Jodie and that she worked at Maria's. That should be enough I had thought. It had all taken place on a Thursday night and with the end of the work week on Friday, I returned home for the weekend. Jodie would have to wait till Monday. I had done my weekly reports and labor cost projections for the project in the company's home office on Saturday but my mind had been on Jodie for sure. I had loved the way she took charge in bed and the sex had been great. The first thing I did that Monday morning when I arrived back at the job site was to look up Maria's in the phone book. It had a nice big ad in the yellow pages and seemed to be an upscale Italian restaurant. It had also been easy to find as it was on one of the main streets that lead out to the beaches just as she had said. The bad news had been when I asked the maitre d for Jodie, he had given me a knowing smile and said you'll have to come back tomorrow, Jodie is off every Monday. I had not even opened the menu when she saw me sitting in her section on Tuesday. She smiled and came over as quickly as she finished with her present table. "They told me someone was in here last night looking for me; was that you, Jim?" "I'm the guilty party, I must confess." I had replied. "How nice," she admitted before asking me if I had decided what I wanted to eat. "You." had been my simple answer. It was a devilish smile that spread across her face at that thought but she told me it would have to wait. "May I suggest the Chicken Parmigiana with white clam sauce on the spaghetti." She had offered. Latter as she had picked up my check to take it to the cashier, she had invited me to come back around 10 to 10:30 and she would show me where she lived. I never made it back to the motel that night. The next morning she told me to go check out of the motel and bring my stuff over to her house the next night. No point paying for a motel room when you can stay with me she had offered. With the puny per diem I was getting, a free room with pussy thrown in was as if from the Godfather, a deal too good to refuse. It had started out innocently enough with nothing much more than good old fashioned fucking with a bit of oral sex thrown into the mix on occasion. Then one evening as we fooled around, naked as the day we were born on the sofa in her small living room area, she wanted to know if she could tie me up. "Why not?" I had replied. She had me lay face down on the sofa while she deftly secured my wrists behind my back with the sash out of her robe. "Now turn over," she had requested. Being a bit devilish, I had refused. "So you want to play hard to get do you?" she had muttered as she left to go into her bedroom. When she returned, it was a folded leather man's belt she had in her hand. "Now turn over like I told you," she again demanded and still I had refused to budge. She never asked me again prior to turning my cheeks a very crimson red. It had stung, it had hurt. It had been relentless. But somehow it had been more exciting than painful. I had never been spanked on my bare bottom ever before much less with a heavy leather strap. It had been such a strange feeling I experienced. Instead of being angry, hurting or demanding my release, I had been in fact very excited, very turned on, and when she laid the strap aside and said, "Now on your back boy!" I was suddenly very compliant and had obeyed immediately. She had laughed a devilish little laugh when she saw the boner on me. "You liked that didn't you boy?" And as I was hesitant to answer, she asked again, "Answer me boy." "I guess so," had been my meek response. "Damn right you did!" she exclaimed as she gave my cock a thump. "Proofs in the pudding right here." Quick as a flash she had straddled me and lowered herself onto me. She just sat there and reached for my nipples. As she pinched and twisted them, she urged me to get my ass moving. To thrust up if I knew what was good for me. I could see from the expression on her face she was totally enjoying her position of power with me helpless to defend myself under her. Finally her eyes had closed and her body was moving in conjunction with my upward thrusts. She cried out as I had never heard her before as her release flooded over her. Finally she collapsed on top of me. I felt sure she never realized mine had happened as well. It had been the wildest most explosive sex I had ever experienced and I was totally hooked. I was hers. And she knew it. From that evening forward, her domination of me was complete and total. The fact that my arrogance disappeared into a very passive and compliant attitude once she had turned my ass red was not lost on her. Thus from that day forward she began our times together with discipline and punishment to ensure my submission. The joy written all over her face as I writhed and squirmed beneath her as she dug her nails into my nipples had also not been missed by me. The pain I felt was tempered by knowing it was giving her such pleasure and giving her pleasure strangely became very important to me. Her pleasure became like an addiction is to a druggie, a dire need, a hunger, an obsession to me. Our routine became almost always the same. Since I got off of work long before she did, I would shower, maybe take a short nap and be sure to be naked and waiting when she arrived home. When I heard her car door slam in the carport, I would kneel by the easy chair in her bedroom and wait. More often than not, she would linger just long enough in the kitchen to fix her a glass of wine and if I was lucky, she would bring me some as well. Only my wine would be in a saucer she would place on the floor by her feet as she took her seat in the easy chair. She thought it only appropriate that her pet lap his wine out of the saucer. My first chore was to remove her tennis shoe and sock from her crossed leg and then massage her tired foot. Then to worship it with my lips and tongue making sure each toe was adequately sucked. After a repeat performance with the other foot she was off to the shower. When she returned she would find me kneeling, head bowed and awaiting my fate. Her sadistic needs seemed to grow and as she disciplined me, it not only sated that need but fanned her sexual desires as well. Once she had satisfied herself that I had suffered enough, she was more than ready to be satisfied sexually. It always began with me kneeling and her above me. It always ended with my face buried in her wet pussy. It always ended with her in a comfortable position so she could just relax, watch and enjoy my efforts. Not only did she enjoy the physical stimulation she got from my hands, lips and tongue, but she also loved the visual stimulation of watching a man's face between her thighs toiling away to give her intimate pleasure. And as I felt her body beginning to respond to my attentive lips and tongue, it was not only the culmination of her eventual release but also the climax of my efforts to please her. It was a fulfillment of my need to serve and give pleasure. And as she so often did, inviting me into her bed to be held and cuddled, I found I needed nothing more. Besides the leather belt, she used a ruler, a hairbrush, even her tennis shoe to administer the spankings that became common place. Finally I made her a flogger using leather boot laces that worked very well and installed a hook in the bedroom ceiling so she could secure my arms high above my head. The thin leather falls made beautiful red lines on my pale white flesh and she loved circling me with it, making me dance to its tune. Eventually our makeshift gear was not enough and she sent me shopping. I found an adult book shop in a seedy area in the middle of downtown that sold BDSM gear in a back room. When I emptied the big red shopping bag on her bed, her eyes lit up and I could sense her sadistic genes raging. There was a crop, a professional made flogger, clover clamps, a strapon dildo and harness, a ball gag, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a black leather blindfold, a spreader bar, a butt plug and a short piece of nylon rope. Sooner rather than later she worked all of these items into our playtime. I could always expect a good dose of pain in our times together but she began expanding her use of me in other was as well. She truly loved her dominance over me and seemed to want to discover what degree of submission I would give her. She had burned a "J" into my hand so that I would always understand that I belonged to her but when she had me crawl on my hands and knees into the bathroom after her, I had no idea what to expect. I had to kneel before her as she spread her legs giving me a clear view as she relived herself. As the last trickle of her urine subsided, her command had been sharp and demanding, "Lick it boy!" I didn't hesitate and only when she was satisfied I had cleaned her well did she push my head away. Emboldened by this, sometime later she had me again follow her into the bathroom. Fully expecting to have to clean her up afterwards I was surprised when she had demanded instead that I put my tongue in her. "As deep as you can get it and keep it there," she had ordered. Her stream quickly filled my mouth and overflowed down my chin spilling into the toilet. It had happened so quickly that only later I had wondered if she had intended for me to swallow it. I decided that next time I would try to do just that in order to please her. She did let me wash out my mouth at the vanity lavatory afterwards but once I finished I had to kneel right there. She leaned over the vanity top, resting her elbows on it. Her ass was right in my face. "Lick it boy!" she had demanded."Let me feel that tongue in me boy." she had continued. Maybe this was my punishment for not swallowing. "That's it boy, in and out, in and out." Just when I had thought she had used me in any way she might desire, she happened to mention a couple that she thought we ought to get together with sometime. It seemed once she had been approached in the ladies room at a club late one night by a really cute young woman wanting to know if she would consider being part of a threesome. When she had been told that the gal's husband was good looking, well endowed and long lasting she hadn't hesitated at all in joining them. Almost immediately as they had shed their clothes and crawled into bed he had ordered his wife to service Jodie. He had fondled her breasts a little but seemed more intent at watching his wife work her magic between Jodie's legs. Watching had indeed left him excited and as soon as his wife had achieved her goal, he had mounted Jodie and given her a great fuck. He was indeed well hung. Afterwards he had made the wife clean them both. They had laughed and joked about his wife as she went about this. As an enticement, she offered that he would probably make his cute little wife service me. But when she added, that he would most likely want to dominate and use me as well, I balked and reminded her I was not bi and had no desire to submit to a male. She made no attempt to push the matter or to hide her disappointment. "Seeing two males get it on would be so exciting to me," she had offered as she had let the subject die before we drifted off to sleep. It had eaten on me, the thought of disappointing my mistress. I just could not seem to get that thought out of my mind and one evening after I had done her feet and she had showered, I mentioned, "What about that professor friend of yours? You know the one you told me that likes to dress up in feminine attire and do his male students."