She pulls her foot away and examines my handiwork while I remain in position.
“Excellent.” My cock throbs as I process her praise.
I hear her open the bag and rummage around in it. Then she walks around behind me and I flinch when something taps my ass. “Hold still.”
I bite back a cry as pain slams into my left asscheek, then the right, one impact each. When she circles around me again, I see her holding a riding crop.
“Well, you seem to have decent tolerance.Ready.”
It takes me a second to process that’s the order for that kneeling position, so I’m slow to rise. She circles behind me and two more impacts strafe my ass.
“Pay attention. When I order you into a position, I want no hesitation.Worship.”
I drop down again. We do this for several repetitions, the riding crop striking my ass when I move too slow for her liking. I’m back inReadywhen she nods. “Better.” She looks around and calls someone over. A man in a latex body suit runs over and drops to his knees in front of her. He’s sitting up on his knees, but in a more relaxed position than I’m in forReady.
“This,” she says to me as she points at him and the position he’s in, “isRelease.” She taps the top of my head with the riding crop. “You,Release.”
I move into it and she nods. “Good.” She taps the other man. “Allegiance.” He spreads his knees, his left hand on his thigh, his right flat on the floor, back rounded and head bowed but not on the floor likeWorship.
She taps me on the head. “Allegiance.” I assume the position and she nods, then dismisses the other man.
We spend the next several minutes going through those four positions.
Then she taps me on the head. “On the bench. Facedown.”
With more than a little fear, I comply. She quickly binds me to it with straps already attached to the table. Then she walks around to my head and grabs my chin, making me look her in the eyes.
She’s smiling. “I like your cock, boy. You were gifted. When we finish here, if you please me, I’ll let you worship my pussy. If you please me with that, I might consider rewarding you by letting you fuck me. But that will mean you pay me by coming home with me tonight and serving me first. Deal?”
My throat is so dry, between passion and fear and eagerness to do whatever I have to do to please her that all I can do is nod and barely whisper, “Yes, Mistress.”
Her thumb strokes my cheek as she smiles. “Excellent. I’ve been looking for a new boy. Depending on how well you do this weekend, I might make you my new pet. Would you like that?”
I nod again. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Excellent.” She buckles a ball gag into my mouth and walks behind me, where I can’t see her. “Let’s begin.”
* * * *
I can look back on the nineteen-year-old boy and see how fucking dangerously innocent I was. Unlike Susa, I really didn’t know who or what I was.
I’m simply eager to please, which is why I think I connected so hard and fast with Owen. One of the reasons, anyway.
I’m not given a safeword, or options. I’m guess I’m lucky I don’t wake up in a hotel room tub full of ice and missing a kidney or something.
After she beats me to screaming tears, she softly, gently soothes me by rubbing my head and telling me how good I am. Then she unfastens me, attaches a leash to my collar, and leads me, naked, over to a couch where she rides my face until she’s satisfied.
No, she isn’t wearing panties.
She also shaves her pussy, which, to me, is an amazing discovery.
It wasn’t even midnight when she leads me outside and to her car, which sits parked a block away. I am…
Gone. In a sweet, deep haze that feels better than any buzz I’ve ever had from drinking, that’s for sure.
We head back toward the base, and a tendril of fear races through me until she speaks again. “I have a flat. I work on base.” She smiles. “You and I both need secrecy. I think we will get along just fine.”
She lives on the third floor in a converted warehouse building. Her loft is spotless, exquisitely decorated. It looks like something out of a movie, and perfectlyher. Based on the building and the loft’s size, I know it’s fucking expensive. She must be making good money.
