He rang the bell. He only knew her as HotMilfMistress, and she claimed to be 36 years old, 120 pounds c-cupped brunette.
A buzzer rang, and he pushed open the door. He walked through it, closed the door and waited.
"Come In" a voice said. It was a hard voice, not raspy or ugly, it was in fact highly sexy, but clearly strict.
He walked down the hall. and pushed the door which was ajar open. Than he walked in.
It looked like a fairly standard living room. Nothing would give away anything, except for the womens atire. She was wearing a tight latex suit, with pointy, sky high heels. He looked at her with eager eyes, her description of herself had been correct.
"DOn't look at me. Unless I tell you to, you keep your eyes averted from me."
He looked away
"next time I tell you something you respond "Yes Mistress"
"Yes Mistress"
"Now Strip"
He took off his shirt, and threw it on the ground.
"Wait... Do you throw your stuff around at home? Hang it on a chair"
He picked up the shirt
She got out of her chair and walked to him. As he had hung the shirt on the chair she slapped his face.
"What did I tell you about responding?"
"That I should say Yes Mistress, Mistress"
"Indeed, Now continue to strip."
"Yes, Mistress"
One by one he took off his clothes. When he had only his briefs on, he stopped.
"Them too, take them off."
"Yes Mistress, he said with a nervous tremor in his voice"
Suddenly feeling humiliated, he pulled his briefs down. And hung them on the chair.
"Spread your legs, put your hands behind your head"
"Yes Mistress"
He assumed the position. She put her latex clad hands round his neck, and slowly slid them down his body. As she came to his nipples, she squeezed them. Hard enough to make him gasp a little. She only produced a small chuckle at that.
She continued sliding down. WHen she got to his cock, her left hand cradled around his balls, as her right hand took the shaft and pulled slightly. After a few seconds she pulled the shaft up, and than let it fall, still cradling his balls. She then tightened her hand on his balls. It was enough to scare him, but he didn't speak out.
"Good boy, you'll do" she said as she released his balls.
He stayed where he was, she dissapeared from sight. WHen she came back she was holding a whip. SHe really had great tits, well accentuated by the tight body she wore.
She stood behind him, and struck each buttock once.
"The first one was for not thanking me when I gave you a compliment. The second one was for looking at me when I came back, without being given permission"
"Okay Mistress?"
"Indeed. You remember your safewords?"
Yellow if I can handle it, but not more, Red if we have to stop."
"Good boy"
"Thank you mistress"
"Know kneel down, keep your hands behind your head."
Yes Mistress
He kneeled.
"Now put your legs so far apart that your balls touch the floor"
"Yes Mistress"
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No pussy?
I intend to write about both sexes in both roles. That does not preclude the presence of pussy in part though.