Femdom Mistress Near Me

Part two of Martin's story. Read part one first: how he met his mistress on Swingers 247.

The slave's first discipline: part two

I checked in to the hotel at around six and settled into my room, no, our room, and waited for fate. I wasn't as nervous as I'd thought I'd be: when we spoke on the phone, her voice was calming, and that calm carried over to the next evening. At eight there was a knock on the door. Before opening it, I tried to decide on my attitude. This wasn't a date, where I'd have to impress her or seem confident and smooth to get some "action". We both knew what we were there for, we both planned on satisfaction, and we both knew our roles: she was my femdom mistress for the evening, my teacher, and I was her submissive, the student slave!

I opened the door and there she was, and I must admit I was shocked. She was very attractive. I'd seen a few photos on her profile, but in person she was stunning. She looked "normal", for lack of a better word; on the street, she'd be completely unassuming. I wondered if she thought the same of me. We were just two people unafraid to act on our desires.

We introduced ourselves, and she asked me to sit on the bed while she put down her bag. "Tell me what you want to happen tonight." I said I wanted to experience what she had to offer, to learn how to be a good submissive and fully enjoy being dominated. At that moment I felt most nervous and intimidated: it was one of the few times in my life I didn't have the answers and would have to let someone else take control, but that was exactly where I wanted to be. She excused herself to the bathroom and told me not to move an inch. When she came back, she was in a tight leather outfit with metal studs around her breasts, and inches taller in thick leather boots that stopped just below her knees.

With a tasselled whip in her hand, she told me to undress and stand by the window. This was no time to be timid: I did as my mistress said, stripped off my shirt and jeans, and stood by the window. She walked over and opened the curtains, then the blinds. "Someone might see you like this," she said. It was an attempt at humiliation, which I liked a lot, and someone certainly might have seen me. She asked, "Do you know what a safe word is?" I said I'd read about it: a word you say to stop something you don't like. She told me my safe word was "mommy", and I hoped not to say it all night.

She took a collar from her bag and put it around my neck, with a leash she gripped tightly. She gave it a tug. "You're going to obey every command. Any disobedience will be punished." That almost made me want to disobey, just to see what the punishment would be. "Sit down," she ordered. "Play with yourself: I want to see that dick pointing at me." Once I was hard, she told me to stop, stand up and NOT lose my erection. "Do you like what you're looking at?" "Yes, I do." "YES, MISTRESS is how you address me," she ordered, and told me to turn around and bend over to be punished for disrespecting her authority. She spanked me with her leather whip, and there was no chance of losing my erection now: the whipping was turning me on. "I don't think you've learned your lesson. Turn around and face me again." She put me on all fours, walked me to the bed and told me to lie down and masturbate while she stood over me, playing with her nipples. "I'd better not see one drop come out of that thing."

Again and again she had me masturbate to the edge of climax, but forbade me to come: if I did, I wouldn't get the surprise she had in store for her "good little slave". As I masturbated, she put her breasts in my face, and I tried to feel them with my free hand, which did not please my mistress one bit. "I never gave you permission to touch me!" She took a pair of handcuffs from her bag and cuffed one of my wrists to the table she'd slid next to the bed. "I was going to tell you to fuck me, but now all you'll be able to do is watch." I was in agony: I'd blown it, and I wondered if that was my doing, or her plan all along.

I was told to stop masturbating: she wanted me to watch her play with herself and realise her hand could have been my cock. She teased me, rubbing the hand she was fingering herself with across my cock. After what seemed like an eternity (really about twenty minutes), she said I still had another chance to have sex with her. She handed me a notebook and pen and told me to write "I'm sorry" a hundred times while masturbating hard with my other hand, without coming. If I paused writing or slowed down, I wouldn't be rewarded. My mistress explained I was learning "the two Ps": privilege and punishment.

Fighting off orgasms, with cramp in my writing hand, I finished my task. "Beg me for sex," she said, so I begged, over and over, for the chance to have sex with this goddess, my mistress. "Would you do anything to have sex with me?" "Yes, Mistress." I was told to take one of the accessories she'd recommended from my bag: a full-body restraint. Lying on the bed, completely restrained, I was rewarded for being such a good submissive.

Unable to move an inch, with my cock virtually the only part of me exposed, my mistress climbed on top and let me inside her. She was completely in control. She told me the sex was for her pleasure, not mine. I wasn't to smile, moan or come! She'd stop when she was ready, and only then, and if I came, she wouldn't help me out of the restraint. I'd never had such control of my body. I wanted to moan, I wanted to scream, I wanted to come, but I didn't, and I wouldn't. When she'd finished with me, she said I'd been a "good boy", took the collar from my neck and freed me from the restraint, and I was speechless.

After I'd dressed, she asked me to speak openly about our encounter. I told her how happy I was and how much I'd enjoyed and appreciated everything. My mistress was pleased, and handed me a folded piece of paper, asking me not to get up as she left, and only to read it once she'd gone. When the door closed, I opened it: it held the user names of more than fifteen femdom mistresses from Swingers 247, her acquaintances from the site, who'd love to hear from me. And to think I almost didn't make a profile on that swingers site!

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