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slutchristina -> My Afternoon with Mistress (1/25/2014 11:30:24 AM)
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"I need to see you tomorrow afternoon. Be ready" is the txt that I got on a Thursday afternoon while I was at work. Everyone knows that when Mistress calls you go. You drop everything, move heaven and earth and make it happen. What did she mean by "I need" ? What can I, her lowly sub, provide to satisfy her "need"? Also, after having seen Mistress a few months now, I knew what "Be ready" meant. It meant that I had to be presentable as a slut, to be used at her will. That would mean extra prep time. Also I had a customer meeting at 9AM, which meant I had to come in to work in the morning and then head over to Mistress's place around lunch time. Of course, you have to respond asap. So after updating my calendar and canceling some afternoon meetings, I txt'd back saying "Confirmed. Will be there by 12:30".
Friday morning couldn't have come any faster. Very frustrating night. Too much anticipation. I finally gave up trying to sleep around 7AM, and went into the restroom to "be ready". This involved an extra close shave of all parts. Making sure that the landing strip was just right - 2 finger width, V shaped. No fuzz anywhere else, so a trimmer run all all over. Fragrant lotion massaged all over. Since I was going to be at a customer meeting in the morning, and there were no further explicit instructions from Mistress, I just decided to wear my man clothes for the day. I was checking the time every 10mins and finally it was time to take off for the day. I had created a fake off-site meeting on my calendar and headed out of the office around 11:45.
The drive from my office to San Francisco takes about 30 mins and I had left with enough time on hand to be punctual at 12:30. As has been the protocol that has been established, I txt Mistress after I have parked, wait 10 mins and head up to her Victorian home. Up a flight of stairs, I knock on the door and enter knowing that the door will be unlocked. As soon as I enter, I am to close the door behind me, lock it, and kneel bowing my head and clasping my hands behind my back. Sometimes I have been in this position for up to 30mins. Today, I can hear Mistress talking to someone on the phone. I cant make out what she is saying, but I can sense that her tone is very soft and she is cooing and being all very sweet. I guess she is in a very good mood today. I smile wondering all the possibilites of the "be ready" txt from yesterday.
After about 10 mins of me kneeling and she being on the phone, Mistress appears in front of me, quite suddenly. I am amazed at how graceful she is and how easily she moves. I just see a naked foot in front of me and as has been our ritual, I bend down and kiss her feet, one after the other. She then beckons me to get up and follow her as she walks ahead of me into the "play room" as we call her personal dungeon. I see that she is dressed in a short satin gown with nothing underneath, her hair still a little wet. She probably just got out of a shower some time back. I cant contain my excitement. Can this be really happening to me? Did Mistress just get all horny and want to fuck her slave right away? As these thoughts raced through my head, Mistress opens the closet and pulls out the special bag that we keep at her place. It has all the goodies including toys and clothing, slut wear, that is only for me. Mistress turned around, came very close to my face and said "Be ready" again, very playfully, very sexily. OMG! soooo intoxicating! Then she left the room.
This galvanized me into action. I knew exactly what she meant. I was to get rid of my man clothes. Get the enema bottle out of the goody bag, get myself cleaned out. Another quick shower to be extra clean, brush my teeth, floss, mouth wash and put on some girly body spray. I wear the leather collar around my neck, hook the chain to the collar and hold the leather strap of the end of the chain in between my teeth. I then open the door to indicate that I am ready and stand in front of the "throne" legs parted slightly and hands clasped behind my back. I think that all this anticipation since the last day already had me semi erect and quite excited. Mistress entered the room shortly and proceeded to sit at the throne. I now had my back towards her. She started talking to me saying many different things, that I can't remember anymore. I do remember her saying that she needs to perform a deep inspection. She said that she was quite pleased with my preparation. I felt her touching my ass, squeezing it, parting my cheeks and running her fingers through them, being very sensuous. After a few tight slaps on my ass she asked me to turn around. As you can imagine, by now every touch was electric. She squeezed my already full balls and made comments about how much I was leaking and how I needed to be taught a lesson. I was really clamming down on the leather strap of the chain between my teeth and could only nod or whimper as she touched me all over. After inspecting me some more and complimenting me on my shave, she asked me to open my mouth and took a hold of the chain. She then led me to the edge of a table and had me lay on it, stomach first, my legs still on the floor. I heard her put on a pair of latex gloves and also get some lube and drip that along my ass crack. I really couldn't believe my luck. This was the fastest time to being fucked by Mistress, ever! I felt her finger enter me and then 2 fingers inside me. She expertly felt me up deep inside and also gently massaged my P spot from the inside. She was being very sexy and appreciative and telling me how she liked the way I clean up. I could only nod and moan in agreement. I then felt something round and big at the tip of my ass and heard Mistress asking me to relax as she firmly held me down at my waist and pushed something big inside me. Its a very strange feeling that some of you may relate to. You really, really have to relax and fight that urge to expel anything entering you as you feel that pressure tearing you apart! After a few deep breaths and a very loud gasp, I felt the thing inside me. I was then told that it is the largest butt plug that I have ever had and Mistress was complimenting me like I had won an Olympic gold or something. All I could feel was like I was being completely filled from deep inside and a general throbbing below my waist.
She then yanked me by the chain and made me walk about the room watching my ass trying to keep this plug inside me. I also tried to get more comfortable with the feeling of this huge plug as I walked about. Gone was any thought of being fucked by Mistress and all those naughty thoughts that I had been fantasizing about for the last few hours. After walking about a little feeling very vulnerable, she led me into the living room and sat herself down at the couch. I was made to kneel in front of her. She was talking normally about mundane stuff keeping the conversation flowing very naturally. She said that she wanted me to help her get ready to go out. I was to massage her feet by taking her foot on my lap as I knelt in front of her, and then put on the nail polish that she had chosen - a rather dark, almost black color. Hmm I had no idea that Mistress was into the grunge look. I paid extra attention as i carefully applied that almost black polish on her exquisite toe nails. Of course the most distracting thing was that she had parted her legs and that satin robe hardly covered her. I couldn't keep my eyes off that goddess paradise in between her legs. It also looked so beautiful, perfectly groomed and so warm and pink and wet (was I imagining things?). Mistress was looking at me intently and I could feel her heel dig into my crotch as she felt me getting distracted from the task at hand. After I was done with the first foot, I had to repeat for the next - massaging her feet then carefully applying nail polish on her toes. During this time she was making sweet conversation with me, discussing different things in her life, etc. But I also saw that she was gently playing with herself. Nothing very overt, just a brush of her fingers against her pussy or touching herself here and there. It made my task even harder to concentrate and not cause a mishap with that nail polish. She then asked me to get closer to her and proceed to do the nails on her hands. The proximity was intoxicating. She was naked under the robe that was very loosely draped around her. Her legs were touching my sides. Her fingers that she was just touching herself with was right under my face and she was touching my lips with them and I could feel her so close to me. It was all very very exciting, arousing and driving me quite crazy.
To be continued ....
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