I just stood there for a moment and must have had a confused look on my face because the man laughed and then said, "You didn't think my Mistress would show up on your doorstep like a common whore, did you."
I didn't know what to say, after all, that was what I had expected, although not quite in those terms.
"Well, you are not going to keep Mistress Scarlette waiting are you?" the man said, and gestured towards the sleek black Mercedes on the curb. It was then I realized the suit was a driver's uniform. I followed the driver out to the car; not sure what to expect when he opened the passenger door, but it wasn't the dark muscular man who was waiting inside. I hesitated and the driver nudged me from behind. "This is Carlo, Mistress Scarlette's body guard." He explained. "Well get in, he doesn't bite, much." He gave me a little push and I practically fell into the back seat next to Carlo, who grinned wolfishly. I was really nervous now and not sure if I wanted to go through with this, but we were already pulling away from the curb. Carlo pulled out a dark colored piece of fabric and grinned at me again. "Lady Scarlette likes her privacy," he said, "So you will have to wear this." He didn't give me a chance to protest, just covered my eyes and was knotting it firmly behind my head before I could even think what to say. Then before I realized what was happening my arms were pinned behind my back and held with some kind of leather restraint.
"Hey.... what the hell!" I yelled, only to have a ball gag forced into my mouth and strapped securely. I twisted around trying to free myself but he was too strong for me and soon had restraints on my ankles as well. I sat very still, trembling, not sure what to expect next, trying to tell from the movement of the car where we were going. I wondered if there was even a "Mistress Scarlette" and if my body would be found in a ditch the next morning.
I was feeling sorry for myself when I suddenly felt the pressure of a hand on my leg just above my knee. I tried to pull away but I was already against the door of the car. Carlo ran his hand slowly higher and higher, then began to rub his palm over the front of my jeans. I tensed, wondering what he was up to now, being touched by a man was new to me, but also something I had always fantasized about. Despite my fear my cock began to respond, pushing against the denim of my pants. I could hear Carlo breathing faster as he fumbled to unbutton my jeans. Then the driver's voice interrupted.
"Hey, Carlo, you know Mistress likes to break in her new toys herself. Best leave him be."
The hand was removed and I slumped against the side of the car not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
We didn't go much farther before the car turned, then slowed to a stop. Carlo came around to my door and lifted me out, slinging me over his shoulder like a large sack of potatoes. I had given up on protesting and lay against him, fearing and anticipating what might happen next.
There was the sound of a door opening, then a woman's voice, soft but authoritative.
"Sit him on his knees in the center of the room, Carlo. Then you and Dave may leave until I call you."
I was set down roughly and then there was the sound of footsteps leaving the room. Strong but gentle fingers ran over my body, then undid the gag. I coughed, and ran my tongue over my dry lips.
"I understand you want to be dominated," she said. I nodded. "You aren't bad looking and I haven't had a new toy in a while," she went on. "But know this, if you still want to go through with this I will own you, completely. I will do whatever I please with you, with your body. Do you understand?"
I nodded, "Yes."
"You may address me as Mistress, or Ma'am. Do you agree to stay and be my new slave?"
Again I nodded "Yes".
I felt a shark kick in my side and immediately realized my mistake.
"Yes, Mistress." I stammered quickly.
"Very well," she said. You will remain here until I'm ready for you. There was the sharp clicking of her heels on the wooden floor and I was alone. What have I gotten myself into, I wondered. |