Meeting with a Mistress

I parked in a quiet street a minutes walk away from my destination. I pressed the stored number on my mobile. The phone rang several times before I heard the womans voice on the other end. “Yes”. I felt a tightness in my throat as I replied “ It,s me, I am parked around the corner…you ready?”. “Yes, just walk down the pathway and the door is on the side of the house, I will be waiting”. I could hear that my voice betrayed my nervousness and expectation as I said “ You will be dressed as I asked?”. “Yes” came the reply. I swallowed and said “ And you know what I want you to do as soon as I enter?”. She again said yes. I said “I can hardly wait to get fucked up good and proper by you, I am on my way”. I hung up and climbed out of the car and started towards my appointment.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked and also felt the sensation of my cock receiving more blood and growing slightly in my pants. I shivered due to the winters icy wind as I turned onto the pathway. As I did so I casually looked around and was relieved to see no one was about, and continued down the path to the appointment that I had been fantasising about for the previous few weeks. To be in a situation where it was not me who had to make the decision, or be relied on, or take the lead, that in my everyday business and personal life I seemed to have to do. Rather I will within a matter of seconds be surrendering myself completely to someone else,s control. And a someone who I have never before met.

I reached the door and looked around once more before I raised my hand to knock. As I made the motion, the door opened inwardly and I gave a nervous smile and stepped from the icy wind into the warmth of the dark hallway and heard her voice from behind the door”Hiya, you okay Babe?.” “ Hi” I said “fine thanks” as I stepped in and turned as Mistress Melanie closed the door and began locking it.

I looked at Mistress Melanie for the first time. I had seen photos of her on her profile page where she offered her services of course, but pictures and real life are never the same. She was about 5 feet 4 inch tall compared to my 6 feet 2. And her curled hair looked auburn in the dim light. Her skin was pale in contrast to the black stockings and garter belt covering her not slim, yet not chunky legs. And her black thong showed off her shapely bum. Her profile said she was 32 but I guessed probably at least a good 6 years older. She turned to me “ Is this how you wanted me Babe” gesturing to her attire, which consisted just the thong . stockings and garter belt.” Oh yes, that’s just great” I approvingly replied taking in her toplessness and seeing the way her tits sagged slightly and admiring her dark proud nipples. Overall you would call her the pretty next door type.

I reached out my hand with the cash that we had agreed to on the phone when we discussed what I wanted and gave it to her. She did not even bother counting it, just put it in the draw of the small dresser against her and took out of the same draw something metallic. She lifted it, silver butterfly nipple clamps “These are what you wanted”. I answered still hearing the nervous anticipation in my voice “Yes Mistress” . I had requested to have nipple clamps used on me when I arrived because I had fantasised off having my nipples worked on and abused. She looked me up and down “Well strip”. I had anticipated that we would naturally go up to a bedroom before getting down to business and said “here”. “yes here…now” she replied.

I started undressing in the hallway of this house that I had never been in before and was soon standing there bollock naked before her. I heard someone walking along the path outside, the voice was female and it sounded like she was talking to her dog. Knowing a female stranger was so close yet unknowing that I was naked feet away from her started to get the blood into my cock and I felt it growing.

Mistress Melanie put the butterfly clamp on my left nipple and my body stiffened slightly at the pain it caused to it. Then she put the other on my right nipple and I again stiffened at the pain. The chain joining the two clamps dangled between them and as I heard the woman outside saying “oh what a good boy” to her pet, Mistress took hold of the chain and pulled it towards herself and downwards.