A Story

He drove into a slanted rocky driveway after a long week of work. His heart was racing with anticipation and nervousness. Why, I met her before he told himself. Getting out of the vehicle and walking up the stairs, he fixated on her smile. Waiting 21 years to try this lifestyle was beginning to overwhelm him. The Mistress greeted him with a cute hello, and then a more stern take a seat. They conversed for a hour and a half on likes, dislikes, and her philosophy of what D/s meant to her. She took him through a quiz, rating different types of play and equipment. While with every other one it seemed, she would smile like the Cheshire Cat. She would make subtle comments, giggle, or whisper a breathy good for things that he liked or wanted to try, that she also enjoyed. Now, keep in mind he hadn't been allowed to release in over a week. Full of male ego and cockiness(which she commented she would beat out of him) the puppet just wanted to be closer. Drawn in like some animal being hunted. Suddenly the conversation stopped. She looked at him with a stern, almost sterile gaze and gave her first instructions. "Go to my bathroom wash your hands and get me my lotion." He was like a robot, just going without thinking. The Mistress instructed him to begin massaging her feet and legs. With a nervous energy the puppet began to rub and massage taking her critical comments in mind when something did not please her. He made the mistake of smelling her feet with the sweet smell of the lotion driving him insane. As the puppet rubbed, she began to rub his crotch with the other leg. He began to moan trying hard to concentrate on his task. He could do anything but try to stop from releasing right there. It took everything he had. The moaning and whimpering grew louder. He could see that she was getting a little uncomfortable with it. She asked him to hand her a pair of silver panties she had asked him to bring. As he handed them to her, she immediately stuffed them in his mouth. Laughing she said, "now that's better." Then she went harder, faster, and with more purpose as he struggled to keep from losing control in his pants. He was trying to beg, but nothing but a muffled sound came out. Suddenly she stopped. Stern again the Mistress spoke, "Go in the bathroom, put on the pink panties I had you bring, wear nothing else and come downstairs." He followed her directions again to the letter. Humiliated by the fact he was in a pair of bright pink panties, in the middle of a tile floor, with nothing else on. The puppet was vulnerable, ashamed, and incredibly excited. With a small creak the Mistress opened the door behind him. As he turned around his jaw dropped. There was this stunning, intelligent woman with red boots laced up to her knees, a red dress unzipped so you could barely see her underwear, and a small bag. Panties still stuffed in his mouth, his mind raced. She informed him of a new hood she had bought for him. It came with all the extras including a pink ball gag. Placing the hood on him, the Mistress told him she would ease up on the blindfold attachment. Then, handcuffing him was easy as he was on his knees waiting for her commands. "Come here and lay on me," she commanded. As he did she whispered to him to keep count. Ten times she thunderously spanked him as he counted. Feeling as though his ass was on fire, he drooled and counted. There was a slight pause, then she began again, this time with a large hair brush. Ten time this continued as he struggled and learched in pain. She left huge horseshoe marks with the brush as he writhed in pain. She then attached the blindfold and instructed him to say nighty, night. She began to stroke him as he knelt with his hands locked behind his back and ass that seemed to be on fire. She teased and stroked him for what seemed like an eternity. Then, with drool dripping down his chest he screamed as his climax was reached. Collapsing on her lap, licking her boots all he could do was thank her. Thank You Mistress Wykked you are wonderful for giving me one of the greatest nights of my life.