She was something else. Tall, maybe 6', commanding, an imperious beauty in trim black two-piece suit, prim black medium-heels, taller than I, even without heels.

She stated she would be my Mistress, capital M emphasized. I would do her bidding precisely. Soon as I saw her I knew I really, really wanted this. Paid the fee, was shown the room, told coldly to remove my clothes, kneel, await her return. Alone, I began wondering was I truly ready for this, examining the room with trepidation, sole furniture a table about pooltable size and height, along its sides a number of hooks and on top various chains which presumably would be attached to limbs.

A long nervous wait.....

She reappeared, changed out of her street clothes into a white teddy and high black boots, teddy showing off magnificent breasts, even showing much of her dark aureola, although not her nipples. Long wavy black hair way past her shoulders, eyes beautiful dark dark dark fathomless pools, little or no makeup except for a little lipstick in a shade that seemed almost nude. The very presence was commanding before she even spoke. Meanwhile I was still kneeling as she'd told me a lifetime earlier. Now she handed me a bottle of baby oil and told me rub it on her ass. She turned her back to me. I realised her ass was bare, just the thin strap of the teddy in her crack. A beautiful ass. The most beautiful ass I ever saw. Right away she began taking control of me verbally.

"You didn't thank me. Thank your mistress" she commanded and so I did. When she'd had enough of my gentle oiling she said "Kiss it". I hesitated. I mean: Kiss my ass, we all heard it a million times, right? But I looked at it and, God, but it was too beautiful for words and I began kissing. It was a very submissive and humiliating act I guess, I dunno now, but I kissed her ass over and over and loved it.

"Thank your mistress for letting you kiss her ass," she commanded. My response didn't sound sincere enough and she made me repeat it until it met with her approval.

A shopping bag of implements sat on on the table on top of a bunch of chains and she instructed I empty it onto the floor and put the chains there too. She snatched up a leather riding crop. "Kneel by the table" she snapped, "And put the bag over your head so I don't have to see your ugly white face." She left the room while, bag over my head, kneeling, feeling deeply humiliated and dumb, I waited till she returned, removed the bag from my head and told me to climb onto the table and lay face down.

Imagining I was doing right I thanked her for removing the bag only to find her annoyed. Grabbing my ear she pushed me belly- forward against the edge of the table and spanked my backside, hard, several times. "You (spank) speak (spank) when I (spank) tell (spank) you to (spank-spank-spank). Now lay down and shut up."

While I lay face down Mistress proceded to strap my wrists and ankles then hooked them to the table. "Look at you," she taunted. "All tied up that way I can do anything I want, can't I? I can tan the hide of off your chubby white butt! Maybe I should just leave you here and come back for you in the morning. Would you like that, Slave?" she asked, meantime reaching under my chest pinching my nipples, spanking me, fondling and squeezing my balls. Worst of all was when she pinched my nipples it hurt but there was something else. It made me feel something men aren't supposed to feel, I didn't like it and tried get away, only tied as I was there was no where to go.

Mistress smiled. "Nipples sensitive, Sarah? I'm gonna call you Sarah from now on, cuz I can see there's more pussy in you than I realize."

This was awful. Worse still, when she called me a female name my cock stiffened and my nipples tingled like never before as if wanting to be used like a woman. "Wiggle your pretty ass for me, Sarah," she commanded and, goddam, I did and my cock tried to buck but was trapped against the table facing down toward my feet. It needed freedom and I felt I wanted rub it on the table but when I tried raise my hips she knew exactly what I was doing and a bitter sharp pain cut into my ass. The riding crop. Nevertheless I tried to get to my hands and knees, and although I was not bound so tightly I could not move at all there wasn't enough slack to get up on my knees. At least my penis now pointed in the correct direction for an erection. Great. I wriggled my ass for her and at the same time rubbed my erection pleasurably on the table.

Not for long. Mistress produced a black blindfold which scared me a bit. Bad enough to be bound hand and foot, but not to see what was happening....."Is Sarah afraid of the blindfold" she asked putting her face very close so that her long hair fell on my cheeks erotically. Now she spoke softly, sweetly yet firmly. "Maybe you'd like to watch what happens. What would Sarah do to please her mistress?"

Of course I had only one possible reply: "Anything Mistress." And then to ease some of my discomfort, blurted "You're so beautiful, Mistress."

Well, she was indeed beautiful. But Mistress was annoyed. "Oh, so Sarah is trying to flatter me? Thinking that will get you out of your punishments? Five spanks for that." And she spanked me five times then stepped in front of me again putting her face in mine. I must admit, I loved it when she did that. "And what precisely will Sarah do?" Would Sarah wear lipstick?" She produced a tube of lipstick, waved it very close to my face. I nodded my head.

Mistress giggled, a cute girlish giggle. She was enjoying herself. Enjoying me. I felt glad. Removing the cap of the lipstick she twirled it up, and showed me the color, deep reddish purple. A color more suited to her lovely dark coloring than to mine. This would make me look even more ridiculous than already -- if that were possible. I leaned my face forward slightly, as much as my bonds would allow and I watched those dark sensual mischievous eyes as she applied the purple to my lips, slowly stroking my lips back and forth until she was satisifed.

"Thank your mistress," she commanded. I did.

She spanked me. "No. Thank your Mistress in your little girl's voice." Raising the pitch of my voice I tried again but she spanked me twice. "No, tell your Mistress, Thank you Mistress for putting lipstick on me and making me look like a pretty little slut ". I tried only I was flustered and forgot her exact words. Spank. Tried again, but my voice wasn't high enough to please her. Spank. I tried again, but this time mistress thought I wasn't being sincere enough and decided she wanted ten high pitched precisely correct sincere thank- yous, counted out, and there would be a spank punctuating each. For each mistake, the count would restart at one. This went on for some time much to her amusement and to my much spanked ass.

Finally she once again put her face right in mine with ominous sweetness asking again, "And what will Sarah do for her mistress next?"

"Anything" I foolishly replied.

"Oh," mistress said with mock surprise. "Will Sarah suck my cock?" I nodded affirmatively. I think mistress was surprised by this. She put the blindfold back over my eyes, and walked away for a moment. She specifically had said "my cock." She was teasing me, right? I tasted the lipstick on my lips as I considered this. Mistress is 100% woman, right? Those full dark breasts straining through her teddy. Holy cow, she wasn't a transvestite or transexual, please God! As I strained against my wrist and ankle bonds, mistress returned. She said, "Now Sarah, I want you to deep throat mistress." And before I had a chance to ask mistress exactly what she had in mind, mistress firmly pressed something which felt awfully like a penis between my lips and started thrusting in and out.

I was about to panic. I was blindfolded and I was bound, and now my mouth was full. I couldn't even speak to protest! And I was having a cock rammed down my throat. The cock was thick, and nearly filled the circumference of my mouth. But I soon discovered it was not really big and was not going to reach the back of my throat. It tasted rubbery. A relief in the circumstances. Although I never tasted human cock, nor animal for that matter, this surely wasn't one. I breathed a sigh of relief. As Mistress thrust in and out I started sucking to meet her thrusts. This was becoming a delightfully humiliating experience. Mistress teased to add to my humiliation:

"Oh Sarah, you should see how your lipstick is getting all over my cock!.....And is Sarah having a good time sucking my cock?"

She continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, calling me her little cocksucker, then without warning withdrew it. Shameful to confess, I was enjoying the sucking. Mistress ran the dildo lengthwise over my lips, and I voluntarily gave it a last lick across its entire length. Mistress removed my blindfold, and once more put her lovely face too close to mine and sweetly spoke. "Sarah enjoyed that didn't she? You are a pretty little cocksucker, aren't you? Tell mistress that you're a pretty little cocksucker, and thank her for letting you suck her cock." By now I knew the routine - high pitched voice, sincerity, etc, and escaped mistress's spanking. But the bitch pressed her advantage - imagine what she'd have done if she knew I called her bitch in my mind. With her gorgeous face just inches from mine she asked again "And what will Sarah do for her mistress?" And of course I, now trusting she would not really do anything to hurt me, replied, "Anything."

Right back she came with "Then Sarah will ask Mistress to fuck her pussy?"

The intent was clear: mistress was asking me if I wanted to have her insert the dildo in my ass. I shook my head negatively.

"No?" There was sardonic disbelief in her voice.

"No, Mistress."

Her hand was reaching between my legs, sliding up the font of my hard cock, the other hand smoothed and massaged my plump cheeks deliciously. I moaned and my cock throbbed. I really needed to cum.

"Sarah's clit is erect, I think she needs a good orgasm, are you certain you don't want to be fucked."

She dripped a little oil on my bottom and stroked it in with circular movements which seemed find a dozen G-spots. "No" I moaned. "I'm a virgin, it would hurt." She squeezed the base of my cock making it throb and harden and then clasped it firmly and rubbed it and as I involuntarily raised my hips to get the best of it she slid something in my back passage and I gasped. It was very slim and smooth and lubricated and didn't hurt. It had ridges ringed around, I thought, which sent the most amazing sensations through me. My cock seemed to extend and leap forward and I began having some kind of orgasm, yet without ejaculating. "Oh, oh, no-no-no!" I cried and she continued moving it too and forth inside me.

"Sarah doesn't want to get her pussy fucked?" Mistress asked in a catlike voice.

"No-o-o" I moaned, loving and hating it.

She suddenly withdrew it completely and removed her hand from my cock.

"Ah!" I cried, unable to help myself. "Please, more, please...."

"Do you want your pussy fucked?"

"Yes, I want my pussy fucked!" I looked around, surprised to see her putting on a surgical glove. Then: " AH!" She'd shoved a finger up me. No. Two fingers!

"Ah-ah, oh oh oh...." She'd grasped my cock again and was massaging it while pushing her two fingers in and out my anus, so well lubricated that though I was indeed a virgin they slid in and out readily and I found myself taken into an orgasm somehow wider, more extensive than I had through my cock. My butt was rising high as it could to meet the thrusts. I realized after a minute or two that she no longer was rubbing my cock and yet still I was getting more aroused, wiggling my butt around like a hungry slut. This was fucking terrible! I was loving it.

"Mistress!" Suddenly she'd withdrawn and left me again, poised on a plateau just when I'd felt about to soar to another level. Opening my eyes I saw her in front of me, head bent strapping a leather belt to her waist and in moments a strapon cock was in my face.

"Do you want it?" she asked and her voice seemed deep like a man's, sending shivers of horror and of desire through me. "Yes" I squeeked and she went behind me, climbed onto the table on her knees, positioned it, and pushed in. It hurt a little, yet in my arousal I scarcely sensed it as pain-pain and anyway was already open wide for her and then my fucking began, her hips thrusting, pelvis colliding with my butt. The strength went out of my body and I collapsed on my face letting the sensations take me, butt held up by her firm hands around my hips pulling and pushing.

"Play with your clit, Sarah" a harsh man-like voice demanded and I found my clit, not rock hard any longer despite the stupendous orgasms racking my entire body, yet still sensitive and I rubbed it. It felt good, though different, as if I really didn't have a cock. Mistress was grunting and thrust into me increasing in pace. Grunts, cries, groans mingled, she stopped, churned some, pushed several more times mechanically crying out in a voice I knew genuinely hers, she was actually climaxing from fucking me and I felt myself ejaculating, watery wet more like a woman than sticky thick like a man.

Moments of free-fall, floating, then surfacing gradually. Two panting bodies. Suddenly the cock slid out leaving an empty slightly sore sensation and an feeling of absurdity, my head on the table, ass high in the air.

Still panting she unhooked my wrist and ankle straps and told me to get off the table and onto the floor on my hands and knees. I did so, though my head span from the starburst orgasms. Tying rope loosely around my chest she sat on my back and made me carry her around the room a while, had me kiss her booted feet, then spanked me a few times before rolling off onto the floor beside me her giving me a wonderful view of her nipples now peaking out of her teddy. I moved to take one in my mouth but she stopped me. We talked about the session some. Her psychological insight was so penetrating I was awed though, on reflection, not really surprised. Couldn't resist telling her how beautiful she was and lay on my side motionless just marvelling to be beside such a woman. Someone knocked on the door, my dreamtime was up.

My beautiful, amazing Mistress - I'll be back....

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