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FAR FROM HOME . . .
I was in
I live in
Over time I found myself gravitating to femdom videos, magazines, newspapers, books and toys. I’d become increasingly excited as I tantalized myself in shop after shop, then would return to the hotel with the videos I’d purchased and play with myself for hours before ejaculating and drifting off to sleep.
But one thing I’d never done was actually spend time with a dominant woman. I was too nervous to bring up the subject with the women in my life, so it remained a secret obsession.
Until that night in
I found a sex shop near
That evening I called one of the telephone numbers in the directory, careful to choose a woman who said she wasn’t a professional dominatrix, just a woman looking for men who would do her sexual bidding. I had no idea who would answer: I’m not naïve enough to believe that the photos in the directory are related in any way to the women on the phone.
She had a quiet voice, not much timbre.
“Hello.”
“Uh . . . uh . . . hello,” I managed to say.
“This is Mistress Elena.”
“I . . . I know,” I said, with increasing control of my voice.
“Are you looking for somebody like me?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“So, where are you?”
“I’m in central
“That’s good. I’m not far away. If you’re really ready for me, come on by.”
I asked directions and headed out. It was about
When I arrived on a quiet side street near the
I found myself in a front hallway, but there was nobody there to greet me. The door swung shut behind me and I waited.
A few moments later a voice drifted down the stairway.
“Take off your clothes and leave them on the chair by the front door. Then come up the stairs.”
I paused for a moment, wondering what I was getting into, but my excitement overcame my concerns. That and the size of my cock, which was ready to burst out of my pants anyway.
I clumsily took off my clothes, folded them haphazardly and threw them on the chair, then walked quickly up the stairs, my cock bouncing in front of me.
When I reached the top I saw an open door down the hall, with a light, and the same woman’s voice said, “Come on ahead, come into the room.”
I did, and she was a vision.
She stood in the middle of the room. She had long black hair then drifted across her shoulders and she was wearing a black leather collar around her neck; a miniscule black leather bra on her very large, perfectly shaped breasts; skimpy black leather panties; black vinyl boots the covered her calves,; and black stiletto heels that were at least four inches high. She actually was the woman in the directory photograph – and looked like the person I’d fantasized about for years.
I couldn’t speak. And I had no idea what I was getting into.
“Come over here,” she commanded, and I immediately did. She was about six inches shorter than me, but with her heels and her presence she stared directly into my eyes.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Are you sure?” she asked again. “Are you ready to put yourself entirely into my control?”
My cock twitched. It was the only answer she needed.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s first find out how generous you are. Stay here.”
She left the room, and I could hear her walking down the stairs, rustling through my clothes, then returning to the room. She had my wallet in her hand.
“How generous are you?” she asked. “I like my men to be generous.” She slid a fistful of pound notes out of the wallet.
I just stared.
“This generous?” she asked, peeling off five 20 pound notes and placing them on a table beside her.
I didn’t say anything.
“This generous?” she asked again, pulling five more 20 pound notes out of the sheaf of bills.
I looked at her.
“This generous?” she went on, and started pulling one 20 pound note after another out of one hand and putting them on the table.
I didn’t stop her – and she didn’t stop until every note in my wallet had been removed and placed on the table..
“Good,” she smiled. “I like generous men.”
My cock throbbed and I was ready to do anything for her . . .
“First,” she said, “I want you to understand something very clearly. You will not have an orgasm tonight. In fact, you will never have an orgasm when you’re with me. That’s not what this is about. If you cum at any point while you’re with me, we’re finished. I don’t care if you’ve been here one minute or an hour – we’re finished.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“No, I want you to answer. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, mi-mistress,” I managed to get out.
“Say it again!”
“Yes, mistress!”
“Better. And here’s the second rule: You have to bring me off as many times as I want even though you’re not going to cum once. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She walked over to me, reached down and took hold of my cock. I shuddered, and when she began to stroke it I thought I would faint.
“This is mine,” she said. “For the rest of the night, this is mine.”
I had my eyes closed, trying to breathe, so all I could do was nod.
“Right?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress!”
She squeezed me, hard, then let go, then walked over to another table in the corner. I’d seen it out of the corner of my eye and felt my excitement rise. It was covered with toys. She selected one of them and came back to me.
“Spread your feet,” she said. I did. “Put your hands behind your back,” she said. I did. She walked behind me and I felt her placing handcuffs around my wrists. It only took a moment, then she came back to face me. I couldn’t help staring at her breasts. They were glistening above the tiny bra.
She saw me looking.
“Kiss them,” she ordered, and I leaned forward, kissing each of them once.
“Good,” she said, and then began stimulating my nipples with her fingertips. When they were sufficiently hard, she went to the table for nipple clamps and snapped one of them to each nipple. The pain shot through me and I jerked.
“Stand still!” she ordered, in a stern voice.
She threaded a metal chain through the eye-holes on the clamps and let it dangle toward my cock, then yanked on it once, bringing a howl of pain from my lips.
“Shut up!” she said. “I don’t want to hear a sound!”
I tried to recover myself, but the pain in my nipples began to take over my entire consciousness – until she started stroking my cock again with her palms. Gradually, the pain and the pleasure began to merge until they became one, and when she yanked on the chain again the pain had been transformed. It hurt, yes, desperately, but instead of crying out I just moaned quietly.
Next she brought a ball harness from the table and quickly snapped it into place. She wrapped a leather sheath around my cock, with a steel ring on top, just beneath my cock head, then she ran the chain from the nipple clamps through the ring and back up to the clamps, hooking it into the eye holes and latching it shut. Now, when she pulled on the chain, it yanked both of my nipples and my cock. She enjoyed doing that and the pain/pleasure flowed through me as she yanked on the chain repeatedly for more than a minute.
Then she walked back to the table and, from there, ordered me to get down on my knees and lean forward with my face on the floor. My hands were still locked behind me and this meant my ass was sticking way up in the air.
The first I realized what would happen was when I heard a whooshing sound – and then a solid thwack across my buttocks with a paddle. I cried out again and she became very angry.
“Every time you cry out I’ll give you ten more strokes,” she said in a throaty voice. “I’d planned to give you just twenty, but now you’re up to the 29!”
I made it through five more thwacks before I cried out again. “34!” she yelled at me and began whaling away.
I don’t know how I did it, but I stopped crying out and by the time she’d spanked me ten or 12 times I’d begun to get into it. All I could feel was a desire to cum. My whole body wanted it – but I didn’t give in.
Finally, she stopped and went away. I suspected what would be next, and I was right. I suddenly felt her finders probing my asshole with some type of cream – and in a moment she was forcing something into the opening. It wasn’t a dildo – it was a butt plug, and when she slammed it home I cried out again.
“Fool,” she said, and smacked me on the ass with her hand, hard.
Then she told me to get up on my knees. I waited a moment and she told me to turn around. She was sitting in an armchair across the room.
“Crawl over here on your knees,” she said. I did. “Now watch.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then removed it. Her breasts bounced free, in front of my face. She leaned forward. “Suck them,” she said, and I immediately took one of her nipples into my mouth. For the next five minutes I moved back and forth from one side to another – then she leaned back in the chair.
A few moments passed as she stared at my cock. She reached out and yanked on the chain. My nipples and cock exploded with pain – but the pleasure was almost indescribable.
She stood, her cunt in front of my face, and then unsnapped the buttons on the side of her panties. They fell away and I found myself staring at her bush. She spread her legs. “Your tongue!” she commanded.
I stretched my neck upwards and leaned forward, plunging my tongue into her pussy, searching for her clit. By this time I was nearly mad with desire and didn’t hesitate no matter what she told me to do.
Gradually her body moved forward, forcing me backwards, her pussy sinking more fully over my face. I bent backwards on my bended knees and fell onto my back. She came with me, her ass covering my face, my tongue plunged deep into her crack. I hardly even realized that my handcuffed arms were being crushed beneath me.
“Bring me off!” she gasped, and I worked my tongue furiously.
Her orgasm came suddenly and lasted for a long time. When it finished, she stood straight up, her pussy dripping above my head. Some of her juices dropped onto my face.
“That’s one,” she said -- and it was only the beginning. During the next few hours she had so many orgasms I lost count, and throughout she paid absolutely no attention to me except to yank on those chains occasionally. I became almost mad with desire and a need to cum, but every time it came close I remembered what she said. If I came, I had to leave – and that’s the last thing I wanted to do.
I left anyway at
She sensed that and looked at me in the doorway as I prepared to walk down the stairs and put on my clothes before departing. She stared at my cock and the marks on my ass and thighs (oh, yes, the one spanking hadn’t been enough, and the cat-o-nine tail whip caressed my thighs repeatedly), then looked into my eyes.
“How long will you be in
“Another ten days,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. “Come back in three nights.”
My cock twitched and she smiled.
“But don’t both coming back if you’ve masturbated. I don’t want you to have any relief. I want you nice and hard and obedient when you get here. If you’ve masturbated at any time during those three days, I’ll know it, and you’ll have to leave.”
I was so crazy in lust I didn’t care what terms she set. I didn’t know if I could make it or not. I walked down the street to the tube station with my body on fire, and I never did fall asleep that night. The next three days were a blur. Business meetings during the day and sleepless nights, my cock as hard as a spike. I forced myself not to touch it, dreamed about seeing her again, and when I appeared at the top of her stairs again three nights later, naked, she looked at me, looked at my cock, and smiled.
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