I sat at the hotel bar, sipping my rum and Coke nervously as I waited. This was the first time I’d ever done this kind of thing, and I needed all the liquid courage I could get. I looked down at the note on my phone to review the description of my…well, “date” wasn’t really the right word for it. It’s not like I needed to, anyway, I’d already had it memorized. Still, my nerves had me checking and rechecking and checking again, to make sure I didn’t miss any detail.
Fucking hell, Zach, I told myself, pull yourself together. You’re a goddamned corporate lawyer. And a bulldog one at that. But that was why I was here to begin with, wasn’t it? To take a break from being the big man, from being in control.
We’d been chatting over the dating site’s messenger for a few weeks by this point, and without even having seen her in person, she had a hold over me like I’d never felt before. There was just something about her that I couldn’t resist.
Athena. Even her name demanded obedience (even if it was only an alias, I wasn’t actually entirely sure on that one, but did it really matter?).
“I can practically see your hands sweating from across the room, pet.” The voice rang in my ears more smoothly than the top-shelf liquor I nearly choked on when I looked over to find its source.
Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a simple, yet elegant, half-up style, and contrasted beautifully with her blouse, which flowed over her frame in such a way that I was pretty sure was indicative of a corset underneath, while her supple black leather pants hugged her shapely hips and ass. Black, heeled boots, and a large leather bag completed the outfit. Her crystal clear sapphire eyes felt like they would pierce to my very soul.
My gods, was she gorgeous. It took everything in me to keep from falling to my knees before her right there in the bar.
“Mistress!” I suppressed a cough as alcohol burned my esophagus from choking on it. “It’s the anticipation of finally getting to meet you in person. I can clean them when we get somewhere with a sink.”
Luscious red lips formed a smirk at my reply. That’s good, right? She’s satisfied with that? Why the fuck was I so nervous? “Very well. I trust you booked the room?” She already knew the answer, of course, but asked anyway.
“Yes, ma’am. King bed, walk-in shower. I couldn’t get a balcony, though. I hope that’s okay.” It took everything in me not to stammer when asking for her approval.
“That’s fine, pet. I knew it would be difficult to get everything I asked for, especially on such short notice.” She held her hand out to me expectantly. “Now, show me to the room, and we can get to know one another better.”
My heart skipped a beat—or maybe three—as I touched her hand. So soft, and yet assertive in how it held mine. Oh…what had I gotten myself into? An array of possibilities ran through my head, and every one of them thrilled me. My feet carried me to the elevator, my hand pressing the button to go up, all automatically as my mind was too distracted.
Ding! The elevator cheerfully announced its arrival, and we entered when the doors opened. Floor eight, that’s what the clerk assigned to us. Room 825 was one of those rooms in the odd off-branch from the main hall that only contained that room. It was perfect. It meant no adjoining rooms, no neighbors, no one walking by our door at all hours. The hotel went up another seven floors, but the eighth floor was plenty high enough to keep the curtains open without passersby seeing inside — not that I was entirely certain Mistress Athena would have been opposed to that.
I had been up to the room earlier, when I’d first arrived, deliberately arriving early so that I could prepare it for this moment. The opened curtains displayed the view of the last few blocks of the city, before it gave way to the lake, a sparkling sapphire blue in the afternoon sun that, as it happened, matched her eyes. The hotel we’d agreed upon was one of the those luxury ones that didn’t skimp on any detail, and the bedding was silky soft, so I only needed to pull down the comforter and top sheet, and rearrange the pillows into something more usable. I had also dimmed the lights and set up more than a dozen faux-flame candles to better set the ambiance (the hotel didn’t allow open flames, a detail I made sure to make note of for the future).
“I hope it pleases you, Mistress.” Oh, how I so easily slipped into my role. I thought I came by it easily when we were chatting on messenger, but this was a whole new level. It was as if her very presence demanded it. My jeans were already feeling tight, and all we’d done was go to the room.
She left me in limbo for what seemed like an hour as she slowly walked the room, examining it and the bathroom, before stating her judgement. “It does, pet.” I breathed with relief, not realizing until then that I’d been holding my breath in anticipation. “Now, go clean yourself up while I unpack.”
“Yes, Mistress. I brought manscaping supplies, should I use them?”
She gave me an almost impressed look, then nodded. “Yes, I think that would be quite enjoyable.” She then waved her hand, dismissing me to the bathroom.
To the bathroom I went, immediately undoing my pants after closing the door, sighing at the reprieve from the pressure on my hardening shaft as I let it go free. My hand moved almost automatically to it, stroking a couple of times before my brain registered the action.
Now’s not the time, Zach. Just imagine what Mistress Athena would do if you did that, especially if she found out. My cock throbbed in response to that thought, the air growing icy at the tip from the evaporating bead of precum. Fuck, this was going to be a long evening.
I started the shower, getting the hot water flowing before turning it to as cold as I could stand it. Anything to bring myself back from the edge. I needed to not be rock hard while I did my prep work. Blessedly, the water did its job, allowing me to set to work with the grooming I’d been planning.
With agonizing deliberateness, I set to work applying the hair removal cream to the area around my balls, then carefully on them, and even more carefully on the base of my cock. I’d practiced this routine a few times over the past weeks, so I knew what to expect…though I’d had the luxury of not doing it while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was to come, or risk hardening again. I sat for the allotted time, playing a match-three game to keep my mind just engaged enough that it didn’t wander.
Finally, my timer went off, letting me know with an upbeat guitar tune, that it was time to hop in the shower for real, complete with hot water to give myself a thorough scrubbing. Smooth skin revealed itself from under the layer of hair removal cream. I smiled at my handiwork. The practice paid off. Flawless smoothness, and no burning, except for the strange coolness from the water. Why the fuck would they put menthol or mint or…whatever they put in that made it do that in this kind of product? I made sure to carefully wash that area well.
There were two things I’d learned during my practice runs: 1. always wash the area well afterward, and 2. always use the after-treatment lotion. Those were two mistakes I wouldn’t be making again anytime soon. Even now, I grimaced at the thought, then toweled myself dry and applied the after-treatment. So primed was I that even that little, clinical stimulation had my cock already perking back up.
This time, I let myself stroke it back to full attention, now with a specific purpose. I needed to be hard to slip on the cock ring I’d purchased specifically for this. It was my little surprise to Mistress Athena. A light gasp escaped my lips as the pressure immediately began to build from the constricted blood flow, spidering my reddening length with blue, slightly bulging veins, and amplifying even the lightest of brushes. I…may very well regret this one later, but…in for a penny, in for a pound. I resisted the urge to continue what I’d started before putting the ring on.
“Pet,” she called to me from the other room. “Are you almost done? I daresay I grow impatient.” Her voice went sing-song in a way that I just knew was going to spell trouble for me if I kept her waiting. I almost considered it.
Almost.
But tonight was about her plans, and I wanted to make a good impression.
I opened the door.
“Mmm mmm, don’t you look delicious, pet.” I could feel her sapphire eyes as they swept up and down my form, bare except for the band of silver-flecked, black silicone around my aching balls and rock-hard cock. A wave of self-consciousness washed over me, and I clasped my hands behind my back to keep from trying to cover myself. She chuckled at my reaction as she approached me, the heels of her boots putting her a couple of inches over my barefoot self. “And already so knowing of your place.” Her soft, warm fingers lifted my chin so that I met her eyes. My breathing immediately grew ragged and I swallowed back the desire that threatened to overwhelm me, restraining the urge to take her then and there. She smirked, stepping close enough that I could feel the warm air from her breath cascading over my shoulders. “I think you’ve earned a little reward.”
She leaned in close, so tantalizingly close, daring me to close the gap. Oh gods, did I want to. I could practically feel her lips already on mine, soft and warm and wet. It took everything in me to keep from doing it. This was a test. My Mistress was testing me. If I did it, then she would–
That train of thought took me in the wrong direction for what I thought I was trying to accomplish, and before I knew it, I had leaned in and met those lips, and they were just as soft and warm as they looked, and they tasted like the sweetest strawberry on a summer evening. Miraculously, my hands remained behind my back, but that didn’t matter, when I heard the faint whistle just as it preceded a sharp crack on my ass. I recoiled, forced to break the kiss and straighten back up as something between a moan and a cry of pain escaped my throat.
“Ah ah, pet,” she chided. “I tell you when it’s okay, and I make the moves. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, my head now bowed. Yet a fire burned inside me. I didn’t know what she used, but I wanted her to do that more. Harder. I watched my cock bounce in response to the thought.
“Good. Now, I need you to stand over here.” She directed me to stand near the bed, and I immediately saw why. Several lengths of hempen rope dyed to a deep burgundy were laid out for easy reach. My mind raced at all the possibilities. She must have seen the look on my face, because she added as she sat down in front of me, “Do you still want to do this, pet?”
I nodded, even smiling as I answered. “Yes, Mistress. Very much so.”
She mirrored my smile. “Good. I much prefer my pets to be willing participants. It’s more satisfying that way. Now, let me position you as I work. I’ll move you as needed.” Her pleasant tone belied the command, yet I understood it for what it was and nodded, then waited for her to work.
She started by turning me around and fixing my arms behind my back and lightly securing them with rope. I didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t the electric feeling I got as she tightened the rope around my forearms, keeping them pinned, though not uncomfortably so. Oh gods, did it feel better than I had expected. I bit my lip to keep from vocalizing how I felt. We had only just gotten started, after all. Testing the rope, I found it to be soft, yet with enough friction for it to hold fast.
Yard after yard of rope wound around my chest as my Mistress tied knots and twists with deft, expert hands, transforming me into a piece of art made of flesh and hemp fibers, and with each pass, the world fell away a little more. Just standing there as she worked, feeling the rope slide across my skin, feeling her breath cascade over my shoulder and down my exposed body when she drew near, smelling the combination of her skin and hair products with her own natural scent to form the whole…made the rest of the world — the rest of my life — melt away. Despite my intense arousal, I could feel myself just…relax. With each knot she made, the ones in my shoulders and back let go.
I fell into the role of submissive easily enough with her, but in this, I was totally compliant, putty in her hands. With barely any effort on her part, I moved as she desired, requiring only the smallest of nudges to indicate direction. I was completely in her hands, and I closed my eyes and let myself be there, putting my absolute trust in her.
She continued to work her way down my body, finishing the chest harness with loops between my legs, but she didn’t stop there. As if my cock ring wasn’t enough, she constructed a loop around the base, which I soon found somehow contracted if I moved certain ways, tightening itself around my shaft. This time, there was no containing the moan that came from my throat at the sensation. I could practically hear her smirk with satisfaction.
“Like that, do you, pet?” Her hot breath as she purred in my ear sent shivers down my spine. “Good. There’s more where that came from.”
Oh, gods, more? She knew more ways to do…this? I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared at that prospect. The growing ache in my groin, however, had the answer. How long was she going to keep me waiting?
With my torso tied up, she guided me onto the bed and proceeded to tie my calves to my thighs, putting them into a position akin to kneeling. By the time she was done, so was I. Not with her, of course, nor with the ropes. Oh no, not in the slightest. “Oh gods, Mistress,” I found myself moaning, begging in a way that I would never imagine doing in the office or courtroom, “please…let me pleasure you. Let me fuck you. I need to feel you around me, to fill you, to fuck you the way you want…” Did I seriously just say that? I did, and it felt…right.
She chuckled a little, clearly amused. “Begging already? We may need to work on your endurance, if you’re going to be like that. We’re just getting started.”
“Apologies, Mistress. It’s just…I’ve never been tied up like this, and it feels so good that I want to repay you for it.” Apologizing? Prostrating myself before her, even as I was on my back, bound? Who was this person who had evidently taken over my body?
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin as she examined her handiwork, thinking deeply. “You know, pet,” she purred, “you have been very good.” She paused for a moment, purely to build anticipation. “Alright, let’s give you a little reward.”
I never expected the strength that came from her slender frame, yet she hoisted me and with little help, set me, now actually kneeling, on the floor. Oh, ohhh… the true purpose of the heels suddenly revealed itself as she peeled off her pants with agonizing slowness right at face level, revealing the neatly trimmed proof that her hair color was natural.
Did I mention this was going to be a long night?
But my Mistress rewarded my patience by stepping toward me, and taking hold of my hair, held me so close, I could already taste her — and could almost certainly count every hair nestled between her strong, lean thighs.
It. Was. Intoxicating.
“What do you say, pet?”
“Oh gods…Mistress, please. Just one taste, I beg you.” Whining and begging and pleading, now? In any other context, this would be mortifying. Here, though, and with Mistress Athena, no other response was even imaginable.
I barely heard her hum of approval before she shifted, and closed the gap that had been so close, it felt like the Grand Canyon. My eyes rolled back as I inhaled deeply through my nose, a moan escaping my throat. Tentatively at first, and certainly reverently, I reached out with my tongue, drawing its tip along the seam of her folds, eager for the sweet drops of dew beginning to form there. The hand holding my hair trembled with the action, emboldening me to part them on my next pass.
“My, my,” Mistress Athena purred with a breathy sigh. “Are you sure this is your first time doing this, pet?” Her grip tightened, and I suddenly found myself pulled away and instead looking up into her face. A fleeting thought about whether she’d whip me again for my whine as she did so passed through my mind. How did she do this to me?
“My first time serving, Mistress, but not in pleasuring a woman.” Finally, a bit of my normal confidence came back as I looked up at her with a grin, forcing myself to refrain from dropping my eyes to the rest of her exquisite frame.
Well… attempting to, anyway.
I realized it didn’t work as well as I’d hoped, when that faint whistle and sharp sting returned, snapping my attention back. “Eyes up here, pet.”
“Of course, Mistress, apologies,” I replied, though I considered looking on purpose this time, just to experience that sweet mix of pleasure and pain. My cock throbbed in response to the idea.
“Good boy,” she praised before returning me to my place between her legs. After another few moments, she yanked me away again. “I think that’s enough teasing, don’t you?”
My eyes widened in excitement as I gazed up at her. “I’ll do as you command, Mistress, but…” I paused in my response to her, only partially out of hesitation, “Gods, do I want to fuck you.” There. I said it. I might get another lash for it, but… worth it.
Instead of the lash, though, she gave me a smirk, and with a few deft movements of her wonderfully nimble hands, I found myself able to move my arms and legs again, though most of the ties remained in place. “Then let’s fuck, pet,” she responded, guiding me up to grace me with a deep, passionate kiss, before shoving me down onto the bed, and before I could get my bearings, climbed on top of me.
It was everything I could do to not grab her by the ass and fuck her hard right there. My hands even twitched in the effort to restrain them. At least I had tasty eye candy. I let my eyes roam freely. If there was one thing I’d gladly take punishment for, it would be taking in the sight of her straddling my hips.
But she didn’t punish me. Far from it. Such play time was over — a fact made apparent when she shifted and drew her wet folds over my aching shaft, painting it with her desire and eliciting a groan of pleasure from somewhere deep in my chest. This was a whole new level of punishment.
“Please, Mistress, let me fuck you,” I begged like I’d never begged before. Gods, I needed her. I needed to feel her warmth around me, I needed to feel her sink down onto me. I needed to see her face as she came. I needed it all.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she purred, sliding up my cock once more before finally finding its end and lining it up with that sweet, honeyed nest of pleasure. This was it. I was going to explode if I didn’t bury myself in her right. The fuck. Now.
Punishment be damned, I thrusted my hips upward with bruising power, parting those lusciously-groomed outer folds of hers and driving into that deliciously warm, slick pussy. Was the moan I heard hers? Mine? Both? Fuck if I knew. The tension snapped like twig as I hilted myself within her.
I dropped down with an audible gasp, only to find she’d dropped down with me, keeping me enveloped, and down further still once we met the bed, letting gravity sink her deeper onto me. “You better hold on, Mistress.” The words came out as a growl between gritted teeth as I planted my feet and pushed back against her weight, bucking her upward, so that I could drop out from under her, only to be sheathed within her again as she followed back down. “*Fuuuck,*” I moaned, my eyes rolling back from the explosion of pleasure as I proceeded to fuck her.
Her cackle of delight joined the pricking, not-unpleasant pain of her nails as she dug them into my torso in an effort to keep herself mounted. “You’ve quite the pent-up frustration, huh pet?” Though her delight and her words encouraged me, it was the moan that came after that sent a shiver of ecstacy down my spine and had me redoubling my efforts. Yeah, maybe she had a point.
“Oh, fuck yes!” She practically screamed as she came, and I was treated with seeing the ripples of ecstacy course through her as she bounced atop me with the rhythm of my thrusts — a rhythm that quickly grew erratic as the walls of her pussy clamped down around my cock, drawing me nearer to the edge, and then…over it.
I roared as my own climax followed hard and fast on the heels of hers. “Nnngh…*fuck!*” I gasped as the tension deep in my core snapped. I drove deep into her, as rope after rope of cum filled her, then kept going, until our combined lust spilled out onto our thighs and I collapsed back onto the bed in a panting heap, more spent than I recalled having ever been.
“Fuck, I needed that…” I managed to gasp out, my eyes already drifting closed in the post-sex haze.
Mistress Athena chuckled as she lowered herself on top of me. “That’s good, because I’m still not done with you.”
Oh…this was going to be a long night…