First Encounter with My Mistress

First Encounter with My Mistress

I go to the restaurant where we had agreed to meet, enter and find a seat in the bar as I had been instructed. Nervously I look around not seeing any single woman. I worry that she's lost interest in me and has abandoned our plans. I sit nursing a vodka tonic hoping she will show up. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn to see a waitress standing beside me, she asks, is your name Mobius? I reply yes and she states that my dinner companion is already seated and she will direct me to the table.

I follow the waitress to a booth in the back darker corner of the restaurant, where I find her seated. I gaze into her beauty and my heart almost stops I'm temporarily left breathless by her stunning smile, flowing brown hair and am totally consumed by her beautiful eyes. She is dressed in a very attractive business suit that does it's best to honor her lovely figure. I stand there like a deer caught in headlights hoping I'm not wearing a stupid, moronic grin on my face. She extends her hand to shake mine I take it and gently kiss the back of her hand as she directs me to sit down. We talk, she about what would be expected of me, and I reply to her questions. The waitress returns and takes our orders we both order our steaks rare they are delivered just that way, pink and tender in the center.

Dinner proceeds well except for the times she catches me gazing into her cleavage, I feel uncomfortable when caught but she makes no attempt to hide it, and even loosens another button to taunt me even more. (She is driving me to distraction with the thought that I may at some time be chosen to provide her with some sort of sexual pleasure.) As dinner winds down and our wine glasses empty for the last time, I fear that I have done nothing to ingratiate myself to her. If I seem nervous or even foolish at this point it is only because I think I've blown any chance of becoming her loyal sub. The check comes and I pay it fearing that when we part after dinner, I may never hear from her again.

As we stand, I get my first good look at her legs how shapely they are, and how the 4" heels exploit her calves. I see the taper of her legs as they disappear under her skirt. Once again, her beauty leaves me breathless. I escort her to her car she hands me the keys so I may unlock the door for her. I open the door and as she seats herself the slit in her skirt exposes the tops of her stockings (I bite my lip to keep from gasping hoping I'm not gazing so hard as to burn a hole in her leg.). She catches me again, this time she smiles a very wicked smile and says "Alright, Mobius this time you'll have to pay for your indiscretion" and orders me into her car and have me drive her to her hotel. On the way she directs me to keep my mouth shut and obey her instructions.

When we arrive at the hotel while still in the parking lot, she slips off of one of her high heels and stumbles and I reach out and catch her. Placing my hands on her tiny waist for the first time and feeling her within my grasp, I feel as though I've just caught the game-winning ball. She states that her ankle is stressed possibly sprained and orders me to carry her into the hotel and to her room. I eagerly comply placing one arm around her back and the other below and beneath her legs above her knees. I lift her quite easily, for the first time I hold her in my arms; my heart swells with pride with the thought of being of service.

I carry her to the room and take the key to unlock the door. We enter I set her on the bed and leave to get ice for her ankle. When I return with the bucket full of ice, she is no longer on the bed but standing her jacket, skirt and blouse removed waiting for me.

Once again she tells me to keep my mouth shut, but this time she also tells me not to move. This is really a good thing for me; while I'm in the presence of such beauty I become tongue tied and speechless anyway.

I look and I notice the way her hair falls around her face, yet cannot articulate my thoughts on what a wonderfully sexy sight it is. I see her large beautiful breasts heaving in her black bustier as she breaths, but could not express how it makes my pulse rise as my heart beats faster. I'm thankful she's told me not to speak. But here I stand with this ice bucket in my hands as she circles me, inspecting and evaluating her prospective play toy. Every once and a while I feel her hands caressing or probing my ass or thighs my back, chest or arms. I don't move not wanting to disobey her. I admire the tone of her muscular legs still encased in nylon or admire the way the French cut panties the garter belt and straps intertwine across her beautiful ass as she passes in front of me, I dare not look her in the eye.

She stops behind me and I feel her right-hand cross over my hip and straight to my crotch. Then from between my legs her left hand has me quite literally by the balls. The right hand caresses my hard cock while the left massages and kneads my balls. I am in ecstasy, speechless, immobile and flat out ecstatic. Her left hand replaces the right on my cock as her right releases my belt and opens the top of my pants. I close my eyes breathing slowly as she caresses me. I'm thinking how very fortunate I am to have this beautiful sexy goddess running her hands over my jockeys have a handful of ice in them! I fall to my knees from shock she has filled my briefs with ice. My once hard cock is now shrinking rapidly, deflating like tires after running backward over one-way spikes in a parking garage.

Mistress tells me to get up, hang up her clothes, and then I can go to the bathroom and stand in the shower and remove my clothes to rid myself of the ice. I hurriedly obey first hanging her jacket, blouse and skirt before attempting to remove the ice. My mind is swimming. She told me she was not a cruel woman, why was I now freezing my nuts off? I stood in the shower and removed my clothes letting the ice spill into the tub. The crotch of my pants and underwear now soaking wet from the melting ice I was truly better off not wearing them. I remove my shirt as per instructions and return to the sitting area.

So here I am now after less than five minutes in her room standing naked before her my once rock-hard cock shrunken into no more than a. a weenie. I feel totally vulnerable, naked without even an erection to stand behind.

Mobius she begins, I punished you because you have a wandering eye. I caught you several times in the restaurant peering into my cleavage. Then getting me into my car you could not look me in the face for staring at the tops of my stockings. And just minutes ago you would not look me in the eye for staring at my ass. Well tell me now, do you like what you see?

Ye-Ye yes Mistress. I manage to stammer.

Well you jerk, look me in the eye and tell me so. How else am I to know you are being truthful? That wicked smile returns to her face. I see now because I've cast my gaze higher to catch her eyes.

I'm so sorry Mistress. How rude of me to act so shameful, it was out of respect I dared not look you in the eye. I thought it would seem impertinent of me to speak directly to you about. How sexy and beautiful I find you to be. I could not tell you of the lust you boil in me, for fear it would turn you away.

I want your respect, not your fear. You know that is probably the crudest punishment I've ever dealt to one of my subs. She continues. And you managed to make it happen in less time then, most. It looks like you may be more troublesome to work with than I expected. I've never gone so far as to steal away a sub’s erection before. Do you now understand that you are to look me in the eye when you speak of your devotion to me?

Yes, Mistress as I look, I meet her gaze and stare into her beautiful eyes.

Good then I'll return your erection to you. You'll be needing it soon enough. She knelt in front of me and I feel her steamy breath in my crotch. Then her hot tongue and lips wrap around my shriveled cock. I feel her suck my cock back to life, once again blood returns to my organ, and my head swims in ecstasy.

Even as she kneels before me with my cock in her mouth it's obvious, she is still in control, still the Master. Slowly she backs me up to and against a wall her lips clamped tightly around my cock her left hand supporting and massaging my balls her index finger caressing the erogenous zone between my scrotum and asshole. I am totally under her control; I begin to fear that I have fallen into the arms of a succubus as my independence seems to be being drained out of me sucked down her throat with my cock.

As my knees grow weak from the expert attentions, I begin to slide slowly down the wall. At that point she slowly withdraws my cock from her mouth and stands, my cock in her hand she presses her lips to mine. We kiss yet she maintains her total control of me. Her tongue forces my lips apart and then probes my mouth driving for my throat. I yield, submitting to her dominance.

Now Mobius I have returned what I had taken away, you have your erection back, what do you have to say?

I respond by looking directly and deeply into her eyes and saying. Thank you Mistress I am sorry I'd misbehaved. I was wrong for not speaking of the beauty I saw before me and holding my thoughts of it to myself. I rejoice in your beauty your lovely breasts are heavenly to my sight. I thank you for the opportunity to gaze upon them. And only hope for the chance to press my lips to your chest and suckle at your breast.

Very good my dear Mobius you learn quickly. You have pleased me well. I will grant your request to suck at my tits. She takes my hand and leads me to the center of the room, steps into my arms and kisses me again. Caress my breasts and then remove my bustier and don't be clumsy about it. She instructs me. I run my hands up and down the sides of the bustier feeling her torso through the silky garment.

As she turns in my arms her hand reaches back and clears her hair of the fasteners, which exposes the nape of her neck to me. Such a beautiful sight to behold her slender neck as it curves into her shoulders at the base. I can't contain myself. I blow gently at the base of her neck and her skin springs to attention drawing back her shoulders slightly. In fear that I may have disturbed her serenity I quickly cover that area of her skin with my lips to settle the reflex. I notice she is about to object, so I quickly return to caressing her breasts through the bustier, then move to the fasteners to free the objects of my desire.

I unfasten the hooks as smoothly as I can and slowly remove the garment from her torso supporting her breasts with my right arm as I free them from their bindings. What magnificent beauties they are, large hard nipples sticking out from dark dusky rose-colored areolas. Each a perfect hemisphere of feminine grace, the mature bosom of a woman. I look deep into her eyes and say Thank you Mistress. You are too kind to me to allow me the pleasure of your lovely breast. And with that said I move my lips to taste her nipples. I've barely brushed my moustache across the top of them when she stops me to lead me to the bed. She sits on the edge with her legs spread wide before me and invites me to kneel between them so that her nipples are right at mouth level for my attention.

I bury my nose between them inhaling deeply of her perfume that has been intoxicating me since we were at the restaurant. A light kiss at the top of each breast then the areola I allow my moustache to brush the nipple as I draw my tongue forward from beneath her breasts. Cupping her breasts from below and aside I force the nipples close together so I'll hit them both with each stroke of my tongue. And stroke them I do. Ten sets of ten in rapid secession followed by pressing my lips against both of them in a passionate kiss. Once more I look up into her eyes and say Thank you Mistress. You are too kind to me to allow me the pleasure of your lovely breast.

To be continued