She chose to meet me in a very public bar. It was a gay bar in fact, and it was in Manchester. Anyone who wanted to thumb their nose at the status quo and acknowledge that they couldn't be defined sexually by the strict and puritanical morals of the Bible belt felt comfortable showing up. There was plenty of singing and dancing for the glammed up female impersonators doing yet another rendition of "It's Raining Men." As her date for the evening I did not fit in that category. After hours of subtle interrogation, she had determined that my greatest fear was being seen for who he really is. I was an introvert, a social recluse of sorts that wanted to keep his desires hidden from everyone, including himself. Inside, I was a slut. Not just any slut, a slut of the most insatiable, perverted, depraved kind. I wanted someone to force him to bring out his dark fantasies and help me to become who I felt I really was inside.
She was taking a chance that I wouldn't show but she was betting that the chemistry and the desperation I'd felt to fulfil my desires would be motivation enough for me to make the leap into the unknown. She positioned herself at the far end of the bar at a table where she could see me enter. If her assessment was wrong and I hadn't have show up, she would entertain herself with the spectacle of others that wanted to exhibit their sexuality for the entire world to see. I hadn't cum in over three weeks and had been nightly aroused with descriptive tales of her fantasies and desires. The Internet and the phone were vastly different than the adventure he was about to go on however.
Stevie Wonder could have seen me walk through the front door. Nervous as hell, I looked around the place needing only the tiniest of excuses to turn around and leave. The promises of mind-blowing strapon anal assaults and wild, uninhibited sexual release propelled me to move forward. I spotted her immediately. She didn't have to signal for me or make her presence known to; she exuded the regal stature whereby he knew her immediately. I made my way to her table and she had my favorite drink waiting for me. I downed it with one gulp and nervously looked around taking in all the sights.
"Mark, did you do as I instructed?" I lifted my arm that had been lying casually in his lap above the table and showed my baby smooth, hairless body; the only hair remaining on my body being under my arms and above the neck. She placed her hand under the table and felt for the evidence of my other command. Apparent through my clothes was a harder than steel erection and the telltale signs of a cock ring. I swallowed hard as she stroked me through my clothes, knowing full well that I couldn't cum restrained as I was. We settled back and began to converse; controlling the flow of the exchange with her eyes and her will. I knew he was being dominated and it was more than sexual.
She draped her legs over mine and I instinctively began to massage her silken calves. I again swallowed hard as I glanced down and realized that her pussy was exposed just inches away from him under her short dress. "Listen, can we get out of here? I did what you asked and I'm just not comfortable here," I stammered, my eyes darting around the room to make sure no one I knew was there. She laughed politely and ignored my comment, stroking my exposed arm and caressing my face with her soft fingertips.
As the lights dimmed and a slow song began to play to supplement the time between performances, we were interrupted by the most breathtaking man in the bar approaching the table. Dressed impeccably, not a bit shy of 6'3", masculine, and looking like he stepped off the pages Mens Fitness, he extended his hand to me, the nervous submissive and said, "Would you care to dance?"
"No thanks, I'm not gay," I managed to eek out, looking like a dear caught in headlights more than unassuming Medical professional that wielded so much confidence at his place of work.
"He'd love to," Mistress answered, moving her legs and placing her submissive's hand gently in that of his suitor's.
I was in a state of shock. I had specifically told Mistress that he wouldn't do anything with another man. I was straight. The confusion in my eyes, the panic, the anger overwhelmed me. I had limits that were not negotiable. Being submissive and being gay were too different things. "I stood firm on my decision, "No thanks," I said with determination, "I'm not gay."
I reached for his keys in my pocket and began to stand. "Listen, I don't know what sort of games you are playing but I'm not interested, Go fuck yourself bitch."
Mistress laughed at my defiance, placed her hand gently on my arm, and leaned in close. Her voice was sweet and gentle. "Mark, you are standing on the verge of all of your dreams come true. Before you leave, think about everything that we've been through to get to this point, are you willing to throw it all away for a dance? Think of all the nights online where your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and you were begging me to use you in any way possible. Think about the things you went through to gain my favor. You know I'm the only woman that can push you past your fears. Are you ready to throw that all away for a silly little dance? If you leave, you'll go home and wank off in solitude dreaming of the things that could have been. Do you want to do that Mark? Do you want to abandon the potential for your wildest fantasies to come true?"
Her voice never went above a whisper. "You can leave you little bitch but don't you dare think of contacting me again. Think about trying to find another Mistress like me that will make you feel like the depraved dirty slut that I bring out in you. Haven't you always wanted to be the submissive bitch boy to a superior Domme? The night of indescribable sensation that you've waited for is there for you. All you have to do is dance. Go! I won't think about you ever again, but can you say the same thing about me?"
The synapses in my brain were misfiring. I was annoyed but aroused. The gentleman waiting for the dance chimed in, tired of waiting and said, "Listen, don't worry about it." He turned to walk away.
"Wait," I said meekly. Mistress leaned even closer, the warmth of her body penetrating my aura. She whispered something in my ear and leaned back. I stood, fighting back the tears, and said with defiance in my voice, "Wait, I'd love to dance." I knew that the dance was not the not to be the end of his test.
Slightly shorter than this beautiful specimen of a man before me,I didn't even know where to place my hands. My dance partner took control. He placed my arms around his neck and pulled me close. I swallowed hard, my frustration showing in the colour in my cheeks. The alcohol in my system allowed me to relax just enough, knowing that this humiliation would be over in less than three minutes. I shut out the people around me and danced, it was more like he moved to the music; I was never really that good of a dancer. I had to hold on to reality. I was getting confused. The arms around my waist made me feel sexy. A feeling of security and arousal enveloped me. The sexy shoulder that I rested my head upon was comforting. I could feel full lips brush against my neck and I yielded to the temptation to moan ever so slightly at the sensation. Strong hands caressed my ass. I froze momentarily; My ass had always been a highly erogenous zone but I made sure that I only fantasised about women taking him there. However, behind the safety of my closed eyes, in the secure embrace of the beautiful man that held me, I erotically thrust my ass back and forth, fantasising about being fucked by Mistress later on. The hands grabbing my ass were forceful and I loved the sensation of being taken . . . forced, which only cause me to grind my ass harder and harder against his dance partner.
"Uhmmm, the song's over. Would you like another dance?" I was snapped back into reality.
"No . . . no! I was just dancing with you because . . . No." I knew my defensiveness was transparent but I had to maintain my façade of defiance if only for my own sense of well-being.
Back at the table, Mistress chuckled as I slid into the seat next to her. The gentleman slid into the booth across from us. "You were so right sweety, his little cock was hard the entire time. And the way he was grinding his ass on me, I can tell he's going to be one hot fuck."
"I told you his slutty side would come out, Craig. When will you learn to trust me?" Their laughter burning my ears like acid would burn my flesh. They were sitting there causally discussing my little cock, my slutty nature, and the plans that they had made to in advance. I was incensed. I fumed at the thought that this was all a set up and I mumbled something under my breath. I stood to rise and leave when the gentleman said, "Sit down, bitch. We didn't tell you that you could leave."
A lump formed in my throat as I felt helpless to move. My cock had no such limitations. It was raging hard and hurting from being constrained as it was. The casual power that the man had over me at that moment made me feel like the submissive slut I had longed to feel like. I wondered momentarily if they had slipped something in his drink to make my have . . . you know, those kinds of thoughts.
"What's going on here? I thought . . ." I was mumbling incoherently. Mistress giggled and ignored me momentarily.
"Oh, forgive my manners. Mark, I would like you to meet Craig. He's my lover. We like to play together. He's the male version of me, don't you think? Craig . . . you've already met Mark." My rapid eye movement indicated confusion. "You didn't honestly think someone as breathtaking as him would actually be attracted to someone like you, did you?" She laughed even louder, I was afraid that her amusement would draw attention to them. I felt unattractive with her comment but that somehow aroused me even more. I wondered what people would think. I was sure everyone in the bar could read my mind. I couldn't even discern my own thoughts at that moment. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind about what the two of them had in mind for me. I feared the outcome if I decided to let them go through with their plans and I was terrified of letting the extreme sensation of arousal that I was experiencing go.
For years, my attraction to dominant women had consumed my every fantasy. I loved their strength and their assuredness. I loved their comfort and sophistication. Occasionally, I would dream of having a wife that craved huge cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and asshole unmercilessly while he served the wives of those men in whatever degrading or humiliating ways they saw fit. Those thoughts didn't seem realistic, It wasn't ever going to happen so I dismissed them as a fleeting fantasy. I was comfy defining myself as submissive to women. A submissive of the most extreme proportions. If I were to allow myself to be honest and frank about my own desires, there had been many nights I had dreamt of being forced to be a cross-dressing sissy for big cock, but I wanted to be "forced" so I could absolve myself of the guilt of desiring those yummy studs. I allowed myself to freely fantasise about dominant women all the time, and all the things that I would do for them.
"Let's go," her directive was simple and to the point. Out into the night air, I had more reservations. All the "ifs" and the "what ifs" and logistics were causing me to panic. I stood helpless, like a child, waiting for further instruction. They were in control.
Craig and Mistress kissed in the darkness and shadows of the car park. They held hands and ignored me but they were ever aware of my presence behind them as they kissed while I watched. They approached an car and opened the back door and Craig turned momentarily to tell me to get in. Other than that, they were ignoring me as if I was insignificant to their arousal. I, on the other hand, was mesmerised watching them kiss. Their skin looked so... beautiful. They seemed so... powerful. It was intoxicating to watch them together.
I got in the back seat and closed the door behind me as I regretted not telling someone whom I was going to meet, getting some significant contact information from this woman in case something went wrong. Craig drove while he and Mistress chatted and laughed and occasionally looked in the rear view mirror. I went to adjust my cock as it had been hard for hours before meeting her and the dull ache in my balls was a sweet and painful reminder of that fact. I wanted my nuts to be kicked, slapped, and twisted at the hands of the gorgeous mistress that sat in the passenger side of the car in front of me. My boypussy was throbbing thinking about being fucked savagely. The pair in front of me seemed so sensuous, so oblivious to my presence, I wondered if they would forget about me and leave me to stroke my hard cock while I watched them make love or if I'd would be allowed to cum at all.
My thoughts were about to be answered as they pulled into the driveway of a lovely home. It was secluded and well maintained and more fears crept into my mind. I had more fears and more fantasies of what was to come as well. Mistress opened the door and said, "Get out." I complied eagerly, in a fog of lust at that stage from the hours of pent up arousal.
As I stepped into the night air again, I felt more alive than I had ever felt in my life. Mistress circled me, her body close without touching me. She ran her nails along the side of my face lightly, sending chills down through my body. "Undress," she said calmly.
I looked around confused. Surely, she was not going to make me undress in the driveway. It was late in the evening; people were awake, watching television, someone might see.
"Undress now!"
As if in a trance, I began to undress in the middle of the driveway. Craig had entered the house and was nowhere in sight. I wasn't sure what to do with my clothes so I folded them as I undressed and placed them in a neat pile on the ground. I removed my shoes first, feeling more comfortable with that accessory than a major piece of clothing. I removed my shirt next. At that moment, I wished I had the smooth, rippling muscles that most men seemed to have and he felt ashamed of my pale complexion. Next to go were my boxers. My CK tightie whities bulged obscenely in the front from the erection I was sporting and the cock ring in place. I pulled my socks off and stood in anticipation of my next command. I felt even more naked because I was hairless. Somehow, it made me feel more vulnerable.
"I said undress." Her voice was so damned soothing and melodic, I felt helpless to deny her anything.
I slid my underwear down, my erection bobbing in the night air. Even at full erection, it was barely seven inches. I'd always told inevitable Internet lie that he was eight inches erect but that was only in the most extreme state of arousal. Tonight, I was convinced I might be a little more than six even.
Mistress stroked my cock in the cool night air. The sensation was indescribable. Her hands were so soft and silky, I was under her control, people could be watching, and I knew that I had planned a night to explore my wildest fantasies. I moaned out loud as she stroked me with skill.
"Tell me what you want, Mark. Tell me why you are here."
The words came tumbling out of my mouth as if they had been rehearsed. "I want to be used by you, my superior Queen. I want you to put me in my place as the inferior boy that I am. I want you to take out your frustrations on me and make me your bitch. Humiliate me, Mistress. Force me to do unspeakable things. I want you to show me that you have power over me. Use me any way you see fit, Mistress. I belong to you."
The more I confessed my desires, the more she stroked me. This woman, fully dressed, masturbating a completely nude male in, seemingly her front garden, making him spill me guts. If anyone were looking they would have gotten an eyeful.
"Put your clothes in the backseat and bend over with your hands on the floor of the car. I did what he was instructed to do and waited even further instruction.
"Let's see if this pussy is as slutty as you claim it is," she mused.
She spread my ass cheeks and rubbed her fingertip over my hole. I let out a slight moan. My knees were shaking and I was glad that I could brace myself on the frame of the car, my ass exposed for the entire world to see. Mistress slid her finger in to my unlubricated hole. That was nothing to me, I had gotten so used to fucking myself I actually leaked "pussy juice" as she called it when i was horny. My ass was always ready to be penetrated by a huge, black dildo any time of the day or night. She began fingering me harder, driving me to maniacal fits of pleasure.
She was giving me more pleasure than I had ever imagined. Gone were all inhibitions and I was anxious for more. "Oh, yessssss, Mistress. Finger my pussy, pleaaase." If her fingers were just a little longer, she could have reached my G-spot. She knew exactly what she was doing and she worked my pussy like a pro.
She pulled her fingers out of my ass abruptly, causing me to cry out, my moans echoing off the cul-de-sac serenity. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the front door. Wait there until you are allowed in." With that, she walked away up the walkway and entered the home.
I was lost. I stood shakily and closed the car door quietly, hoping not to draw any more attention than my previous moans and display had garnered. I willingly got on my hands and knees and crawled on the path to the front door. My hands and knees ached from the concrete but I relished the pain in anticipation of my fate to come. I knelt submissively at the door and waited. I suspected that they were watching me so I posed like a prize animal at a show. I arched my back and thrust my ass high in the air, showing that i was ready for anything. I lowered my head in submission, to prove that I was lowly and insignificant. My erection couldn't be seen in my kneeling position but it was red from arousal and restraint. I wanted to be beautiful to all the eyes watching me, to whomever they may have belonged. I didn't care if the nosey neighbors saw me; in fact, I wanted them to see me for who I really was. I wanted to be on display as a submissive to Woman and I was proud of that fact. |
