Mistress Katherine
By: John J. Jones (mrjjones@comcast.net)
Mistress Katherine John J. JonesI suppose I should start at the beginning, but the beginning wasn't a very good start for me. I hadn't had good luck with Mistresses, because the ones I chose required a high tolerance for pain. And I wasn't one for being bruised and decorated with welts. So, I I'll start the night I met Mistress Katherine.
It was a private club in Chicago that I had attended with previous Dommes. Oh, my ex- Dommes were there on occasion, and they respected my privacy. I wasn't talked about disrespectfully (that I know of). But others knew me there already; especially the female subs. We would sit on the couch in one corner of the dungeon and talk until one (or more) was snatched away to play. Sometimes I was invited by their Domme to join in, always with the discussion of what would be done beforehand, unless they knew me.
Well, this was a Friday night. I was not wearing leather (well, on the outside, anyway) as I belonged to no one at the moment, but I was wearing tan pleated dress pants and a white shirt open to the middle of my chest and un-tucked (as was the least to be expected of a submissive male here).
This club was my favorite. It was dimly lit, and when you entered, the first thing you saw was the lobby. The lobby was graced by a long, non-alcoholic bar. Immediately in front of the bar was a seating area, with couches, cushioned chairs and a few tables. The shiny black linoleum floor was speckled with throw rugs for subs that sat next to, or at their dominants feet. As a rule, the chairs were used by Dommes and the couches were for subs, unless a Dominant decided otherwise and took a seat on the couch. In this case, it was usually to gather more than one sub to them. Subs rarely took to the chairs unless there was no more room and generally vacated them quickly if a Dominant requested (or even got close for some).
To the left corner, was the first play room. This one was for bondage-style play, with ringed tables and horses, crosses, frames and open areas for simple tying with ropes or leather. In the far corner ahead, there was the medical and water play rooms. The far right offered a number of smaller rooms with bondage furniture that could be moved about. The rooms also offered fasteners on the walls. There were doors on these rooms that made play very private and personal.
Tonight, there were more new faces than usual. One especially caught my eye. She was at the bar talking to another Mistress. She was a submissive's walking wet dream. The only place I'd seen someone that looked that beautiful, wearing that type of outfit, was in a Domination Magazine. She was sitting at the end of the bar closest to the sub couch, and the Domme she was talking to was at the end of the bar. She was beautiful. She had raven black hair, wavy and silky, that flowed to the middle of her back. I could tell, even by the dim light of the bar that her eyes were dark. That was always a weakness for me. I have an uncanny ability to read a lot of people by their eyes, except when they were so dark you could hardly see their pupils. Her face was perfect, with ruby red lipstick that almost glowed.
She was wearing a black and red corset, part leather and part latex. Her breasts were large and fit all so well into the outfit. Then her legs... I have always been a leg man, but again, it's one of my weaknesses. I love oral servitude. The more she demands, the more passionately I serve. This woman's legs were perfect; long, shapely and sexy, wrapped in back, fish-net stockings and shiny red high-heeled leather boots. I know she glanced at me and caught me looking, but just smiled and continued her conversation.
"Hi!"
I was startled out of my stare by a cute little collared blonde.
"Hello there!" I replied, turning to look at her.
She was young. She looked like a college girl. She had bright green eyes and long blonde curly hair to the middle of her back She had a pretty little smile and a VERY sexy petite body wrapped up in a leather bra and miniskirt that could not help but reveal a tiny view of red panties. I caught myself and looked back up at her.
"I'm Abrielle," she said "and you are?"
"I'm Devoue," I replied, "nice to meet you!"
Abrielle reached up and ran her fingers through my hair looking at it. "I like your hair! Most Mistresses like long hair on male submissives."
"Thank you! I'll take that as a compliment. And I REALLY love your hair. I love long hair to begin with, and your curls are really nice."
She blushed a little and smiled. "Mistress likes to curl my hair." She put her hand down with the other in her lap. "May I ask you something?"
"Sure!" I replied.
"Well a couple of things," she said grinning sheepishly. "I can't believe you're not collared. Do you have a Mistress here?"
The question caught me a little by surprise. Usually subs would talk about other things and not get personal so quickly; but this one was bubbly, and I could see it was just her personality.
"No, actually, My last Mistress and I parted about 3 weeks ago."
"Ah! So you're here looking for a Domme!" she quipped.
I flinched at her question, but replied "Well, I'm visiting. I used to come here often. If I happen to meet a Domme, I may be...."
"That's cool!" she interrupted, "I usually don't see too many un-collared male subs in these places. Not that we come to these places often. I don't think we go out to clubs often enough, well I don't come along often enough anyway. Sometimes Mistress will take one of the others. But I really don't mind too much because we can find other things to do, or Mistress will give us things to do while she's gone. I..." She stopped for a second, blushed again, realizing she was rambling. "Sorry. Mistress says I go on too much."
I laughed. "It's ok, you're cute and I like talking to you."
Her eyes lit up and she blushed again. "So how old are you, may I ask?"
"I'm 23." I replied.
"One year older than me!" she smiled again. "Do you live in Chicago?"
"You ARE full of questions, aren't you?" .
She got a look of apprehension on her face.
"Oh, I'm not being too nosy, am I?"
I laughed again.
"No, just teasing. I live in the Southwest Suburbs"
"Our house is in the Southwest suburbs!" she said almost bouncing on the couch, "What do you do for a living?"
"I work on computers." I replied.
"Nice!" she said. She sat quietly for a moment, "Excuse me! I'll be right back!"
She got up and headed toward one of the playrooms. I turned back to look at the Domme of my dreams, but she was gone from the bar. I looked around but didn't see her. I'd hoped she hadn't left. In the back of my mind, I seriously doubted she would accept me, anyway. Not necessarily because of my looks, because I was an athletic young guy at the time, but because of my limits. After being turned down on a few occasions and released twice, I was used to rejection; but I enjoyed the club, just because of the D/s, BDSM atmosphere and the occasional invitation to play.
I sat back on the couch, took a deep breath, put my head back and enjoyed the view.
"Hi again!"
This time Abrielle flew over the back of the couch next to me and bounced on the seat. She startled me again.
"Well, hello again!" I laughed.
She looked down and bit her lip as if she was nervous.
"I asked my Mistress to come and meet you. I hope you don't mind!"
"Of course not!"
It would be interesting to see who owned this little hand grenade waiting for a place to explode.
She jumped to her feet. "Here she comes already... that was fast..."
I also stood to my feet. I couldn't believe it. The Domme approaching us from the play room was the one I was admiring; her hips swaying gracefully as she grew closer. I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I could hear her heels click on the linoleum as she came nearer to us. She stopped in front of me, standing silently. I could see her stockings and red boots, one turned outward slightly. I waited for permission to speak.
"Hmmmmmmm...." She said, and began walking around me. She finished her walk around and stopped again. "Hello, love. What's your name?"
"Devoue, My Lady, most call me Dev."
She put her fingernails under my chin and raised my head.
"You may look at me when I'm talking to you. I prefer it" she said calmly.
I looked up and into her eyes. They were so dark and deep that I felt as if my soul had been drawn into them in the single glance. I went weak. In seconds that small Domme smile appeared on her face. She knew I was under her control already, simply with her gaze.
She moved very close, her head tilting forward slowly, looking down into my eyes as I stood transfixed on hers. She moved her hand from under my chin, placed her nails gently behind my ear and dragged her nails down my neck, across and up behind the other ear. This sensation combined with her sensual, controlling stare made me draw a slow deep breath. Her perfume filled my nostrils, only adding to her control. I began to tremble. I knew I was being tested.
She smiled wider. "Amusing, love. Do you know what Devoue, means in French?"
Her breath was minty and cool. I almost whispered, a combination of apprehension, her control and her closeness.
"No, My Lady, I don't."
I actually never knew it meant anything.
She brushed the back of her hand against my cheek lightly.
"It means "dutiful", love; Obedient, compliant, loyal. Is that what you are?"
I swallowed. Her control was incredible. I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.
"I am, My Lady." I whispered.
She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed?" she said softly.
She finally broke her stare and I could breathe once more. She searched my face with her eyes and ran her fingers thought my hair from the temples, lifting it out to its length behind my head. She let it fall and looked down the front of me; then looked back into my eyes. Instantly I succumbed to her stare again. Never had I been taken control of so easily; by any Domme.
She placed her hand into my shirt, the back of it against me and stroked my chest. Slowly, she moved down and began un-buttoning the rest of the buttons on my shirt. She stepped back, pulled my shirt open and looked at me a moment, then stepped up close to my face again.
"You're very attractive, love. And you have no Mistress?" she asked calmly.
"No, My Lady." I replied weakly.
She smiled again, tilted her head back, keeping eye contact.
"So tell me, love, do you find me pretty?"
It sounded like such a silly question to me, but softly, respectfully, I replied
"Yes, My Lady, I do."
She smiled wider. "Tell me what you find so enticing about me." She ordered gently.
I hesitated. I found EVERYTHING about her enticing. Where would I start?
She sensed the hesitation. Her voice grew firm. In contrast to the calm, soft voice she was using until then it sent a chill down my spine.
"There are some things I demand from my submissives; two of the most important things, are honesty and expediency. I find when used together, they produce the most effective results. So answer my question NOW, love"
The response was instant; practically without thought.
"Y-Your eyes, My Lady", I stuttered out.
"And why do you find them enticing?" she asked calmly once more.
I noticed the room had become quiet. I knew we were being watched. This had happened before, but this time it was different. It usually happened in a room during a scene that others found particularly interesting. This time, those that knew me, and those that didn't were watching a test. My trembling grew visible.
I muttered in one word answers, struggling to simply state my feelings.
"Deep, dark, beautiful... controlling" I whispered nervously.
She smiled slightly again.
"And what else do you find enticing about me?" she asked.
"Your hair, My Lady"
"And why?"
"Long, dark, wavy and silky, My Lady"
The smile playing across her lips grew slightly wider.
"And what else?"
I realized quickly where the questions were leading. My mind raced. She was waiting to hear something more obvious, something that might be harder for me to say. I was struggling for a proper way to say it. I was so nervous and pressed for time. I blurted out the most proper way I could find to say it.
"Your figure, My Lady" I said exhaling. It had to be appropriate.
Then I saw her smile grow very wide. I knew in that instant what I had done. I had been so worried about how to say that one thing that I failed to realize that I would open myself up to much more than I had intended. She gently placed the back of her hand against my cheek and began brushing softly.
She hesitated deliberately as she spoke, as if she knew what I was thinking; she knew, that I was aware I had fallen for her trap.
"And what is it... that you find... enticing... about my figure?"
I swallowed hard. My ears were burning; my face and neck went flush. How could I explain without being disrespectful? What were the proper words? My mind raced once more. She sensed my hesitation.
With a serious voice, but still smiling with a slightly evil look in her eyes, she spoke,
"I won't wait, love. Tell me now, or lose your chance!"
I took a deep breath, I was going to do this the only way I knew how, and I was going to get it out all at once.
"Your breasts, My Lady, firm, full, beautiful. Your waist, slim. Your hips, proportionately stunning. Your legs, long supple, perfect."
I blurted it out in one breath.
I was beyond trembling and was shaking now. She nodded, keeping her smile. She stood quietly for a few moments, reveling in my nervousness. Finally, she squeezed my cheeks so my lips formed a pucker.
"See, now love? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Small giggles circulated about the room as she let go, turned around, took a couple of steps and turned back.
"Let's talk, love".
I gradually got my breath (and I'm sure my color) back.
"Yes, My Lady"
Katherine turned and sat on a cushioned chair and motioned to her left side. I knelt on the throw rug beside her.
"Abrielle?" she motioned to her right.
Abrielle quickly obeyed. She turned back to me.
"Sit, please, love."
I sat, crossing my legs.
"So, love, why is it you have no Mistress at the moment?"
Bringing it up caused two responses, one of guilt and sorrow for my failure; and the other of fear of this relationship ending now. But I knew I had to answer quickly.
I swallowed hard, looked down at the floor and mumbled my response.
"I failed my Mistress, My Lady".
She reached down under my chin and turned my head up to look at her again.
"Look at me, Devoue".
Her eyes were more compassionate this time.
"You were dismissed, then?"
Looking up at her, the question only supported my fear of rejection once more.
"Y-Yes, My Lady"
"And what was the reason?" she asked calmly.
I almost looked away again, embarrassed, but remembered and kept my gaze to her eyes.
"My low tolerance for pain, My Lady. She wasn't satisfied with me."
Her head went back as if in acknowledgement.
"Ahhhh, and did you explain this to her before she took you?"
I sighed. They were always the same questions, and it was my fault.
"No, My Lady, I didn't know she expected it."
She nodded.
"You'll know better now, won't you?"
"Yes, My Lady."
She crossed her legs and leaned closer.
"Tell me, love. How did it make you feel to be dismissed?"
I sighed again, the pain making its way into my chest.
"I'm ok, My Lady".
She smiled and shook her head.
"Don't lie, love. I can see it in your eyes. You have to be honest with me, remember? Now tell me, how did it make you feel?"
I took a deep breath.
"I was hurt, My Lady, deeply, and it still pains me."
She smiled softly.
"I see that."
She placed her elbow on the armrest of the chair and put her chin her hand, looking down at me.
"Did she ask you about your limits to pain specifically when you talked?"
I thought back.
"No, My Lady, but..."
"That was also her job, Devoue. Tolerance to pain is very important to discuss before one accepts a submissive. Now that you know you should always make that information privy to a Domme, you should also know it was not all your fault. You shouldn't dwell on it." she said calmly.
"Yes, My Lady."
This did not resolve the question of whether or not she would be interested in me because of the issue. I think she could see the concern in my eyes.
She looked away a moment, running her hand along her leg..
"Well, love, I am a sensual Dominant. My name is Katherine. I do not beat or mark my slaves," she smiled as if in thought and looked back at me, head angled, "but there are different kinds of pain; more subtle, that can be gradually adapted to, and increased as needed. Do you allow your limits to be tested, Devoue?"
"Yes, My Lady. I do all I can for my Mistress."
She looked over at Abrielle, who smiled up at her. Katherine smiled, sighed and looked back at me.
"I'm going to the bar. I will be back in a little while,"
She turned back to Abrielle.
"I'll let Abrielle explain how things are done at our house."
Once again she turned back to me,
"If you have questions I will be happy to answer them when I return."
As she stood up, Abrielle and I jumped to our feet and lowered our heads. She ran her hand under my chin, then turned and walked gracefully to the bar.
Abrielle grabbed my hand, practically dragged me back over to the couch, and pushed me down on it. She plopped down next to me, her curly blonde hair bouncing around playfully. She was smiling like a kid that just saw the Christmas presents under the tree.
"So.... What do you want to know?" she asked.
The first question was obvious to me.
"Do you think she likes me?"
Her eyes got wide and she had this dumbfounded look on her face.
"Duh! Trust me! We wouldn't be having this conversation if she didn't! I think she finds you adorable. Like me!" she said, blushing slightly again.
I think I blushed also.
"Thank you!"
?What else?"
"Pain?" I asked hesitantly.
She smiled again.
"Well, like she said, she's a sensual Domme. She doesn't believe in whips, bruises, welts and things. But she does use instruments sometimes, but in "different" ways."
I swear I saw her eyes glaze over for a moment.
"She's VERY good at teasing and denial."
I smiled and shivered. She caught it.
"Ah, you like that, too, I see."
I grinned sheepishly.
"What does she like to do to her submissives?"
She smiled and this time her eyes did begin to glaze over.
"Well, I don't see many male slaves. The only ones I've seen were visiting for training or certain types of discipline. She does get us involved with them on occasion. But she enjoys watching us do things together. Sometimes..."
"Sorry... Us?" I interrupted.
She snapped out of her haze for a moment.
"Oh, you don't know yet. I'm one of three females in her stable," she started, "there's also Leiko, and Adrianna. Leiko is Japanese, she's also a switch..."
Her eyes glazed over again.
"She's good. Mistress says she was a Geisha when Mistress found her. She's uses acupressure, acupuncture, and her Nawa Shibari is incredible!"
"Nawa Shibari?"
"Oh, Japanese Rope Bondage... she ties you up loose or tight; good knots! She leaves areas protruding and exposed, making them REAL sensitive to the touch. She can tie you TO things too, she can tie you suspended, she can even just tie you up lying where you are; but wherever or however, you're not going anywhere! You're helpless and open to any sensual form of touching."
"Geez... and accupuncture?"
"Oooooo," she started, "That's crazy. The needles really don't hurt. Sometimes you don't even feel them. But the thing is, she knows how to place them. So... you do like Teasing and Denial?"
"One of my favorites."
She smiled big.
"I saw her put pins in a male near his balls. His Mistress had given him Viagra before the session. Mistress Katherine and us, we all took turns doing what we wanted playing with his... cock. He could only get about half an erection, but you could tell that what he was feeling was incredible. The slightest touch or lick would make him moan and squirm. And fervent sucking! He would spasm, begging to cum! When we would stop sucking, he would be shaking so bad and gasping. I know what it's like! She's done it to us!"
She looked at me and smiled a little and bit her lip.
"Here's the thing... the reason he only got half an erection and the reason he was going crazy, was because the pins were keeping him just short of cumming. His cock was pumping; Leiko said it was because his balls were filling with cum, but he couldn't ejaculate. He was always on the edge. We took turns for THREE hours!"
She smiled. I blinked at her. She was all hazy again, just thinking about it.
To tell the truth, it was a little unnerving. Not really her excitement, but the situation I was walking into. I was used to being with a Mistress alone. Female subs might be invited at a club, but rarely in our private play at home, much less, three. Don't get me wrong. It's not that the concept was unappealing. It just struck me as possibly being a bit overwhelming.
I had drifted away in my mind.
"Dev?"
I looked at her again.
"Oh, sorry! Just thinking."
She smiled knowingly, her bright green eyes sparkling.
"What else do you want to know?"
"Tell me everything she likes from you."
She grinned. "Normally or sexually?"
I blinked again and grinned myself.
"Well, let's start with normally."
She thought for a second.
"Well, we keep house for her. She expects that. She likes when it's clean. We take care of the flowers and yard, except for the lawn. Someone comes and does that."
She raised an eyebrow.
"But maybe she'll have you do that if you're there. Adrianna is our cook, she prepares excellent meals. Leiko fixes oriental dishes sometimes. We do the laundry for her and press and hang her things. She has some beautiful clothes; even her business clothes are nice."
"Business... what does she do?"
"She's a financial consultant. She works all over, helping companies get their accounts and finances in order. She also helps them get an accounting department started, if they need it. She helps set up staff, trains them... well you get the idea."
"What do you for work if you do all those things for her?"
She blinked. "We don't work outside. We're busy enough!" she giggled.
This was another shocker.
"None of you work outside?"
"Of course not! Mistress takes care of everything we need! Food, clothing, a roof, everything is provided."
I blinked again.
"You don't go out for anything?"
She laughed.
"Silly! Of course we can go out. We're not prisoners. We must have our chores done, ask if she has need of us, ask permission to go, tell her where we're going and how long we'll be gone. Not because she's nosy, but because she worries about us. For that reason, all she requires is that at least two of go out together at a time, so we can watch out for each other. Many times, all three of us go out."
"Wow... what do you do for money?"
"We each have an account that we save in. Mistress has a lot of money; some from her parents and grandparents. She's had her business for years. She has others that work for her and actually run her business more or less when she's not there. She's very intelligent that way. She keeps watch on her business by way of her laptop. If she sees a problem, she'll go in or call and get the details remedied." She looked at me seriously. "She's VERY smart. Don't try to put anything past her. I swear she reads minds sometimes."
My mind raced back to her test.
"Oh, I could tell that already"
"She likes horse-back riding, swimming, the beach, working out.... I think she comes up with new experiences all the time. She likes to take us sometimes, for the fun. She likes us to brush her hair. Leiko gets to do that more often, but we all do get turns. Her hair is always so soft, thick and beautiful."
She stopped and glanced at me.
"I see by your introduction, you like her hair, too. Don't worry about that scene. I think you did real well. She seemed impressed."
I was beginning to think this was too good to be true. The thought crossed my mind that she may expect me to quit my job if I moved in with her. I was mostly an independent consultant and my time was mine, but I wasn't sure how I could take that. I shifted the conversation.
"And sexually?"
She smiled and that haze started drawing back over her eyes.
"Mmmmmm.... She adores foot-worship. I love her feet. She calls on me most often for that, but will call the others sometimes. Leiko is a GREAT foot massager. She showed me how to do it. When she did it to me, I just didn't want to put my feet back on the floor, they felt so good."
I had never done that before. I had licked Dommes boots, but never worshipped their feet.
"She also appreciates oral servitude. She doesn't demand it often..." she blushed, "I offer it more often than she demands it. I think she likes that, even though it's not always accepted."
She began to drift, as she looked into empty space.
"She's so insatiable then. Multiple orgasms, gentleness... and she lets herself expose her softest side. I love that. She'll call any of us for that when she wants us; sometimes more than one of us."
She thought, then kept going.
"She LOVES teasing. She'll take one of us alone, or she'll bring us in to tease one another, or she'll tease all of us herself. Sometimes, she and a couple of us will tease the other. It can get pretty crazy. But fun-crazy!"
Now I started drifting. Could I handle this? It was fun at the club occasionally, but all the time? I must have looked confused.
"Dev? Is something wrong?"
I looked at her.
"I don't know. I don't think so. It's kind of a lot to take in."
Her jaw dropped. What's wrong? I didn't scare you off, did I? I didn't mean to..."
"Abrielle, my dear... what have you told our poor Devoue?"
Katherine had returned unexpectedly. We both jumped off the couch and took our positions.
"I don't think I said any... I hope I didn't say anything wrong, Mistress."
She smiled softly and sat down, motioning to her sides. We sat next to her again. She turned and looked down at me.
She asked softly, "So love, is there something that disturbs you?"
One look into her eyes again, and it felt like everything was perfect.
"No, My Lady. I'm fine."
She sighed, placed her fingernails under my chin and drew closer.
"Devoue, is this what happened with your previous Domme? Did you hide your feelings and thoughts because you were captivated by her, or afraid of her? Don't do this to yourself, love. You must be open and honest, no matter what you feel."
I believe she saw the concern in my eyes again as I looked at her. She sighed, and moved her fingertips to my cheek.
"Confidence, love. Don't let bad experiences rule your life. A Dominant wants a submissive that is sure of them self; that knows their worth."
She was right, of course; even as she spoke those words, I felt my reactions were making her slip away.
"I'm sorry, My Lady."
"About what, love?"
"My lack of confidence, My Lady."
She leaned back in her chair and began slowly running her hand over her thigh again.
"Then tell me love. What concerns you? If you have questions, ask them."
I took a deep breath.
"My Lady, I understand your submissives live with you, and don't have outside jobs. Is that what you expect of me?"
She cocked her head, and raised an eyebrow.
"Would you prefer not to?"
Again, I feared my answer would put a stop to it all, but I thought carefully.
"I think I could, My Lady, my job is independent. I have no one to report to, but..."
She leaned close again.
"But it's a big step, isn't it?" she asked, as if she know what was on my mind.
"Yes, My Lady."
She smiled and leaned back.
"You're right, it is...."
I held my breath as she thought.
"How about middle ground then, love? You can stay with us, but go when you need to work. It will accomplish two things; you will still be able to work, and you will see how we live. You will meet all of us and learn all about us. If in time, you would like to stay full time, you may work for me. I may even be able to use your skills in my business. I could use someone who knows computers to help me with my contacts."
Abrielle had obviously told her of my profession. I heard a small huff from Abrielle. Katherine laughed lightly.
"He would be with us often, little one," she looked at me, "I think Abrielle is already jealous of your time."
Abrielle blushed.
"So, love, what other concerns are there?"
I hesitated, and replied
"My Lady, will I fit in? I mean you have never had a male of your own with the others. Will they accept me? And... well... do you think I could handle it?"
She smiled at Abrielle and shook her head, then looked back at me.
"I love this little one much, but she does go on. You would be new, Devoue. You would not be rushed into new things too quickly, if that's what you wish. There would be play, however; you're certainly not afraid of that?"
I smiled sheepishly.
"No, My Lady, not at all"
"Then you will fit in, and everyone will accept you," she glanced at Abrielle again, "one, perhaps more than the others."
Abrielle looked innocently upward.
"Now, the last question, I believe was "Do you think I can handle it?", wasn't it? "
"Yes, My Lady"
She smiled. It was a confusing look, half amusement and half slightly evil. She leaned toward me again, looking into my eyes.
"Now that, love, is for us to determine, isn't it? I think you can handle it. I'll be sure you can. In all honesty," the evil grew more present in her eyes, "it will be my job to make sure you're always on the edge of what you can handle. It's more fun that way, isn't it love?"
Her eyes were burning into mine, but her words excited me, driving my desire outward.
"Yes, My Lady, indeed"
She leaned back, again, sensing she had made her point, and obviously noting I was becoming more comfortable.
"Anything else, love?"
"No, My Lady."
She rested her elbows at the arms of the chair, clasped her hands together in her lap and looked at Abrielle.
"Then what shall we do with this one, tonight, my dear? I've talked to some that know him, and it seems he has a reputation for being a good toy."
I blinked. She hadn't been idle while we were talking.
Abrielle's eyes lit up. She was ready for anything.
"Ooooo, Mistress, can we?"
Katherine looked at me.
"I think I have another test for him," she looked back at Abrielle, "shall we see where he stands?"
Abrielle put a hand over her mouth and giggled.
"That would be fun, My Lady!"
She turned back to me.
"I trust you're at least wearing underwear, love. I like my toys nearly, if not all the way naked."
I had worn a loin cloth beneath my pants, as so many Dommes enjoyed.
"Yes, My Lady" I replied nervously.
"Well, then what are you waiting for? You have my permission to stand!"
Abrielle smiled and watched intently as I stood and removed all clothes but the loincloth. Katherine stood and ran her fingernails across my shoulders, down my back and over my rear.
She started walking away and crooked her finger at me.
"This way, love."
We were heading to the bondage room. Abrielle was so close behind me, I thought she would step on my heels. We walked into the room and Katherine stopped to look over the cross.
"Yes... this will do well," she looked at me with an evil little smile. "Wait here."
Abrielle looked at me and giggled, following her Mistress.
She went to speak to another Domme. I recognized her as Lady Anne. She had played with me before here, as well as her sub, Dawn. This must have been one of the people Katherine talked to about me. After a moment, the two Dommes walked over to a bag that Katherine promptly removed cuffs and ropes from. They walked over toward me, talking. Katherine stopped next to me, gave me a playful slap on my rear and pointed at the cross.
"I hear you know the drill!"
I grinned weakly.
"Yes, My Lady"
I stood up, back to the cross and assumed the position. The Dommes started buckling the cuffs to my wrists. As was usual about this point, my heart started racing. They fastened the ropes to the cuffs. That nervous, excited feeling of being totally at someone's control took over as they lifted my arms and passed the ropes through the loops at the top of the cross, pulling them snug and tying them securely. Lady Anne winked at me with her own evil smile as they both bent down and began buckling the remaining cuffs to my ankles.
"Hi! I'm Dawn!"
She came out of nowhere and was addressing herself to Abrielle. She looked at me with a sexy smile and waved. Dawn was a doll; a little older than me, maybe 25. She had straight red hair that ran all the way to her waist, when it was down. Her eyes were ever changing from brown, to hazel, to a dark green. She had European features that made her look both beautiful and mysterious; her lips were pink, full and inviting. She was almost a head taller than me, barefooted. But the thing that drove me crazier more than anything, of course, was her long beautiful legs and perfect breasts. Lady Anne is more than aware of her endowments and uses them in most tantalizing ways to tease.
My attention wavered as I felt my legs drawn apart to the bottom corners of the cross. I flexed my hands in apprehension and excitement as they secured the ropes. I looked back at the girls. Dawn had taken Abrielle a few steps away, and they were whispering so I couldn't hear.
They giggled as my view was suddenly blocked by Katherine. She was close, and her eyes again latched onto mine, taking control of my soul; and again, her perfume wafted into my nostrils as she spoke.
"Now, love, let's see where you stand."
I didn't understand yet what she meant, but I trusted her. My heart was racing as she stepped over and spoke to Lady Anne, leaving me bound and pondering about her statement.
Lady Anne nodded, looked back at me smiling, and walked back over by where she was before. Katherine took a folding chair, opened it and placed in right in front of me. She sat down, crossed her legs and looked at me for a few moments, smiling that little evil smile that Dommes were so good at. This only intensified my feelings.
Finally, she spoke up.
"Girls?"
The two girls who were still talking with their backs to us jumped to her side.
"Yes, Mistress?" Abrielle asked quickly.
"Abrielle, I take it you explained what I want to Dawn?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I could hear her trying to suppress her excitement. Katherine looked up at me, tilted her had back; her look became mildly serious.
"Just relax, Devoue. Don't struggle, don't resist. Stay perfectly still. I would prefer that stress not affect this test. You understand?"
"Yes, My Lady"
Still looking me, she said "All right girls, then let's start with step one, shall we?"
The two girls cam up to the cross looking at me like cats sneaking up on their prey. Abrielle stopped in front of me but slightly to my right, so Katherine could plainly see me. She put her right hand up on the cross and brought her lips right up to my ear.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she breathed, "do you know what we're going to do YOU, baby?"
The shock of both her hot breath and tone of voice pierced me, sending shivers down my spine. I hardly got a grasp on it when Dawn slunk around behind the cross and her lips nearly brushing my other ear.
"You're ours! We're going to make you cum right here in front of everyone, this time, baby."
I was already well aware of Dawns abilities, and the next shiver raised goose-bumps as their words heated me up. I forced myself to look back at Katherine, whose eyes were fixed on my loincloth. Instantly, I knew what kind of test this was. I knew what she meant by "See where you stand", or maybe "didn't stand" as the case may be.
I had a previous Domme that was very firm in her rule of no erections until she wanted them. She taught me concentration techniques that were pretty effective in controlling it when there was no physical contact. She even pushed them into physical contact sometimes to see if I had improved. Failure sometimes resulted in temporary chastity.
In any case, I put those techniques to work. I leaned my head back a bit and closed my eyes about halfway. I had found that if I closed my eyes all the way, the Dommes suspected what I was doing and told me to open them. Halfway, they thought I was just enjoying myself. I shut myself down to the words. I heard them, but I was able to control my reaction to them.
They weren't touching me yet, but Dawn spoke again, as Abrielle took a slow walk around the cross.
"Mmmmm... we're going to tease you and play with you. You're going to get so hard!"
Her words were not so much the distraction as was her lips so close to my ear. Abrielle made her tour around the cross and brought her face up next to mine, the same ear.
"And Mistress says we have permission to play. I can't wait to see how you do."
Then they pushed me a little further. Dawn leaned forward from behind and they kissed, three times. I still remember vividly, each smack of their lips next to my ear took a few more seconds as they held it. I closed my eyes completely to maintain control, but reopened them halfway quickly.
Abrielle had caught my response, and that was almost my undoing. She looked at Dawn and crooked her finger at her, motioning to come around the cross. They stood with their faces only an inch or so in front of mine. Abrielle linked her fingers around Dawns neck. Dawn took Abrielles' face gently in her fingertips. They brought their lips together and kissed deeply. I took a deep breath and sighed, trying not to look. They heard me and it got worse. Their tongues entwined as they separated slightly and they looked over at me, smiling. They kissed again, tongues in each others mouths; they both moaned. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, struggling to maintain control. I felt a twitch, but I was still without an erection. They pulled apart.
Abrielle was changing glances, looking at Dawns lips and looking at me, smiling as Dawn spoke. "Mmmmm... she's good, Dev! She has soft lips... she kisses nice. I'll bet she's wet, now, Dev. Maybe I can ask her Mistress if I can check, hmm?"
Dawn was good and more aggressive than Abrielle. She had done this before. Watching could be controlled. Blocking the words was very difficult.
"Ooooooo.. really?" Abrielle was in the conversation again. "I think you'll find I'm wet. Let me see...."
She reached down into her leather miniskirt and touched herself. Bringing her hand out, she smelled her fingertips. My heart began pounding. This was a bad sign; I could lose it any second.
They were so close, I could smell her as well, and I couldn't resist looking, as her fingertips were glistening slightly. Then Dawn gently took Abrielles hand in both of her own and smelled her fingertips. My mouth dropped open uncontrollably in awe as I knew damn well what was coming next.
"Mmmmmmmm, she smells good, Dev, I wonder what she tastes like, hmm?" Abrielle was now the one with half closed eyes, biting her lower lip as Dawn pulled her fingers to her mouth. Her tongued extended and gently licked her fingertips, still watching my reaction. I saw Abrielle tremble. She was getting into this more than I think she expected. But so was I.
Dawn looked down at her fingers and gently separated them. She took one finger into her mouth and gently sucked it between her lips, turning her eyes to watch me. My arms were trembling and I felt another twitch. Abrielle moaned softly. Dawn repeated the steps with each finger, moaning herself as she sucked them clean.
They kissed again, tongues entwined as Dawn took, and rested Abrielles hand on her hip. Abrielle so looked like the inexperienced girl being taken by the other more aggressive one. This didn't help. Then I heard Katherine laugh.
"Ok, girls, you're getting me excited. Stop a moment."
The girls parted as Katherine stepped up to the cross directly in front of me. She looked down and noticed a small bulge. I had grown a little uncontrollably, but I was not at a full erection.
Her eyes came back up first as she smiled, then she lifted her head to look straight at me again.
"Watching the girls excited you, didn't it, love?"
She touched my arms. She could tell I was trembling.
"Yes, My Lady, it did." I gasped.
I heard one of the girls giggle.
"But it seems you managed to keep a full erection down. Very nice; I'm impressed. Now I think we'll see where you stand."
She put her hand gently against my face and winked. She turned, walked back to the chair and sat down.
"Girls, step two."
I didn't know what step two was, but I pretty sure I wouldn't pass this one.
Dawn was the first up to the cross and Abrielle was close behind. Dawn got right by my face and gently placed the hot palm of her right hand flat against my chest. As she spoke, I could smell Abrielle again on her breath.
"Mmmmm... remember this, Dev? We get to touch you now. You remember how much I love to touch you, to tease you, don't you? I love to see you get hard. You're so big when you're hard."
Dawn had turned up her sultry voice, but it could have been her own excitement. She really did love teasing the male subs, and she was so good at it. I twitched quickly this time as I also felt Abrielles hand moving on my thigh. Dawn grinned evilly as her warm hand began roaming my chest, fingers teasing across my nipples. She put her hands on my hips and moved her head downward, eyes locked with mine as she flicked a nipple with her tongue. I flinched and a small moan escaped my lips. Abrielle was on one knee now; both of her hands were on my thigh, front and back, caressing up to my crotch and back down, but not touching me there.
Dawn licked my nipple with her tongue flat against it. That was it. I felt my knees grow weak and my erection grow hard. Dawn knew it was happening, I suspected she could feel it. She nibbled at the nipple and switched to the other quickly, repeating the same process. Abrielle reached across, putting the back of her hand against the inner thigh of my other leg and began roaming softly upward again.
I think Dawn knew it was almost over. She took Abrielles hand and helped her up. She motioned her head toward me and went for my neck Abrielle followed suit on the other side. Abrielle watched as Dawn extended her tongue just above my collarbone and started licking up my neck to my ear. Abrielle giggled and did the same. If I hadn't been tied to the cross, I would have fallen. I now had a raging erection as they licked my ears, probing them. Dawn put her hand on my chest, searching out my hard nipple. She was going to get all she could out of this before....
"Ok, girls. We see where he stands now."
Dawn took one more little tongue plunge into my ear and whispered "Lucky it wasn't for a long tease this time."
She winked as her and Abrielle stepped away.
Katherine stood in front of me again. She looked into my eyes, then looked down slowly at my fully bulging loincloth and smiled. She looked back into my eyes, tossing her beautiful hair back over her shoulders.
"I think this was a little unfair."
She turned and smiled playfully at Dawn.
"I underestimated Anne's little girl. She's effective... Abrielle would have taken her time; she would have explored you more before pushing you."
I saw Abrielle smile and blush. Katherine looked back at me.
"In light of the circumstances, I think you did very well, love!" she said smiling.
She turned and stepped away, then turned again.
"Abrielle and I must go. I will place a card in your shirt pocket on the way out. It will have our address and phone number on it. You can make it next Friday by 8:00 I assume?"
My heart raced. She wanted me over to her home!
"Yes, My Lady, I can be there!"
"If you can't make it, call me and tell my why," She stepped closer again, "and love, if I am not satisfied with your reason, you will not call the number again, nor will you ever visit. Is that understood?"
Her tone was serious. I knew she meant it. I decided then that nothing would stop me.
"Yes, My Lady, I understand."
She smiled and winked and began to walk away. Abrielle ran up and kissed me on the cheek with a wild little look of excitement in her eyes, then joined her Mistress. In my excitement, I had almost forgotten.
"My Lady?"
She stopped and turned. I looked up at the restraints on my wrists.
She looked up and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, those? You'll have to discuss those with Lady Anne. She asked if I would leave you there when I was done."
I blinked as she turned and left. I looked around and I couldn't see Lady Anne. But it didn't take long. Dawn and another sub approached the cross. Dawn switched her hip to one side, tossed her long red hair over her shoulders, folded her arms and looked up at me with her evil little smile.
"Hi baby... I'm back. You remember Kelly, don't you?"
I grinned weakly. Indeed I did. Lady Anne came through the doorway and sat in the same chair Katherine was in. She crossed her legs and smiled. It was obvious I wasn't coming down from the cross for at least an hour, and this erection would be begging for mercy. I flexed my hands and braced as the two subs approached me.
-- Introduction to My Lady's home.
I was anxious all week. Even when I was on calls, I was distracted. I couldn't keep my mind on the task at hand. Now it was Friday night, I was showered and ready to go, and it was only 5:30. Katherine was only about 30 miles from me.
Nothing could ease my impatience. In an effort to assure my timely departure, I felt I had exhausted everything to do. After I grew weary of pacing the floor, I watched TV. Well, I'll say I "looked" at the TV, I was too distracted to watch it. Finally, I checked my watch and it was 7:40. If I left now, I would probably be there early, but at least I would be on time. I could wait in the car.
Palms sweaty, heart racing, I put my suitcase in the trunk, started the car and headed out. My mind wandered over the possibilities of this night and it made the time go quickly. Her place was only difficult to find because it was not visible from the road. If I hadn't seen her mailbox, I would have passed right by it. I turned into the driveway. All I saw ahead of me was a line of trees. I followed the driveway through them. As I continued, lights came on ahead of me, along the sides of the driveway. Of course, I realized this may not have been simply automatic light activation. Many of these detectors also notified the homeowner that someone was arriving. She may now have been aware of my early arrival.
I saw the clearing ahead and lights in front of a quite large Victorian-style home. As I cleared the trees, I noticed the driveway split right and left, leading up to the front of the house. The property was beautiful. In the middle of the circle was green grass and an array of colorful flowers. The house was white, with light green trim. There was a light green awning over the door, braced by two large white posts.
As I reached the front of the house, I noticed notches cut into the grass, obviously made for parking places. I backed into one of the spaces and checked my watch;15 more minutes. I looked over the front of the house. There was another array of flowers across the entire front. If the girls were taking care of these, they were doing a fantastic job.
Again, there I was, sitting there looking at my watch every 10 minutes, and only one minute would go by.
Finally, at 7:55, I stepped from the car and closed the door. My stomach was in knots. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, took a deep breath and headed for the door. As I reached up for the knocker, the door opened, and there stood Abrielle. She was wearing a white sundress, about to her knees. She looked less like the schoolgirl and more like a woman than the last time I saw her. Her blonde hair was still as curly and fresh as the last time.
"I thought you were NEVER going to get out of that car!" she whispered a bit loudly.
"I wasn't sure if you knew I was here yet!" I responded in like voice.
She pulled me in and closed the door. She was obviously happy to see me, as her smile beamed enough to bring out a smile on my own face.
"Mistress knows you're here. She'll be downstairs in a moment. Come with me."
We stepped out of the small hallway and into a huge living room. There was a carpeted spiral staircase that led upstairs with hallways on either side at the top. She led me past the stairs and into a study.
"Stand right here."
I was standing next to a table and chairs. I set my suitcase down next to me as Abrielle slipped away through a door without another word.
I stood there nervously, heart pounding in the silence as I looked around. Katherine had a lot of books; a whole wall of them. I couldn't see their titles from where I stood, but there must have been over a thousand there. The curtains on the windows appeared to be red velvet, hung to each side and tied in the middle. The floor here was dark hardwood, as opposed to the plush carpeting that was in the living room. There was a large white marble fireplace, carved in intricate design around the outer edge, with a fire going and a large circular rug in front of it. It smelled like she was burning cherry wood. The only sound I heard was the soft occasional popping of the wood.
"You didn't have to wait in the car, love. You could have come in when you arrived."
Katherine had come in from the living room and I hadn't heard her heels until she reached the study floor, at the same time she began talking. I turned and kneeled as she approached, lowering my head. In the only glance I had, I saw she was wearing a business suit with a mid-length skirt. As she stepped in front of me, I noticed she had black high heels and beige stockings.
"Good evening, My Lady."
"Very good love, and good evening. You may stand."
I stood and was graced by her penetrating dark eyes once more. I noticed immediately that her hair was up. She had a drink of some kind in one hand and she offered me her other. I bowed, took it in my own and kissed it gently. When I looked back up, she was smiling wider. She walked around me and sat down in one of the chairs at the table. She pointed to the one closest to her.
"Please join me, Devoue."
I took the seat. I was a perplexed, as this was a little informal. The confusion was apparently showing.
"Don't get used to this love, it is only until you get acquainted with the house tonight."
She sat down her drink, linked her fingers together on the table and locked her eyes on mine once more.
"You were timely, love. I like that. You certainly do not lack proper manners. I'm impressed. You've been taught well."
She glanced at the suitcase. "I assume you brought enough for at least a few days?"
"Yes, My Lady. I thought since I would be working... at least at the beginning, I could stop at my apartment if I needed something."
"Very well, your room will be in the same hall as the girls. I don't expect playful visits to the other rooms by anyone without my knowledge and permission. Is this understood?"
"Yes, My Lady."
She reached for a manila folder on the table and slid it over to me.
"These are my rules. You will look these over later. You must let me know if you have issues with these rules before you retire."
It was a strange feeling. She was very serious, yet friendly in her tone. Her eyes only appeared to be watching for acknowledgement.
"Yes, My Lady."
I reached for the folder, and she placed her hand on it.
"Have you eaten yet, love?"
I blinked. In all my preparations to leave, it was the one thing I hadn't done. I felt a little silly, but I replied honestly.
"No, My Lady, I forgot."
She smiled again.
"Good, then first we will get the introductions out of the way, and then we will eat. You can review these with the girls afterward."
She stood and moved toward the fireplace. I stood immediately, lowering my eyes to the floor. She walked around a large cushioned chair to a stand table. She pushed a button on a small beige box, obviously an intercom.
"Girls, please join us."
She stepped away from the chair and came back closer to the table.
"Devoue love, while you are in my house, you may look up once I address you and continue until I take leave of you."
I looked up once more. "Yes, My Lady".
I heard whispering and giggling as the girls grew closer, but silence as the door opened. Abrielle entered first, obviously followed by Leiko, then Adrianna. They came close to the table and lined up next to each other, eyes lowered. Abrielle and Adrianna appeared to be close to the same age. Leiko looked to be a bit younger, but then, I always had difficulty determining the age of Asians.
"Yes, Mistress?"
She walked behind the girls and touched each ones shoulder, as she introduced them.
"Devoue, you have met Abrielle, this is Leiko and this is Adrianna."
She walked over to the table.
"Girls, this is Devoue."
As Lady Katherine had said, at that point they all looked up, except for Leiko.
Leiko had beautiful black hair, carefully held in place atop her head by what appeared to be chopsticks. She was wearing an amazing printed red and black silk flowered yukata, the hem just above her slippers. She stepped toward me, looked up, smiled, curtseyed slightly and stepped back. I politely returned the curtsey with a bow.
Adrianna was wearing a white blouse and blue pleated skirt; almost making her look a bit school-girlish. Her hair was dark brown and in very small, tight curls just past her shoulders. Her extremely dark brown eyes and skin tone made me think she may have been of Spanish origin. She also stepped forward, curtseyed and smiled. But there was a different look in her eyes. Almost like that of Abrielles at the club when she was approaching me at the cross. I bowed in return as she kept her stare and stepped back. Indeed, she had that look that easily made her appear to be the tease Abrielle had described.
"I'm glad to meet you all"
They all smiled and mumbled something about it being good to meet me as well.
Katherine rolled her eyes at the girls and shook her head.
"Adrianna, is the table ready?"
"Yes, Mistress, it is."
Katherine picked up the folder and handed it to me. "Then we should go to dinner. Follow me, Devoue."
"Yes, My Lady." I replied, following behind her.
We walked from the study through the door Abrielle had previously disappeared through. We took a short, turning hall that led out into a large dining room. The dining room had the same style curtains on the windows as the front room. There was a large, double-pedestal, dark hardwood table in the center of the room. The chairs were tan-upholstered front, back and seats. There were three candelabras with red candles down center of the table. It was elegantly set with white printed china and all the silverware (I really never got the knack of more than three pieces of silverware).
The room was lit by lamps on the walls that almost looked like oil lamps, but you could tell by the brightness they were electric. There was a chandelier high above the table as well.
I was taken from my observations by her voice.
"You will sit here, Devoue."
I stood at Katherines left side with Abrielle to my right. Across from me was to be Adrianna and directly across from Abrielle was Leiko. We all waited as Katherine picked up her napkin and popped it open. She folded it in half and set it carefully on the table. She looked at me and smiled. Another test I had passed. I never sat down before my Mistresses, anywhere.
She sat down, once again picked up the napkin and placed it on her lap. I almost missed this one. No one else was moving, so I stood fast.
Without looking up, she smiled once more.
"You may all be seated."
As we sat down, Adrianna came out with a cart containing several trays. She took a tray and set it next to Katherine, removing the cover, displaying neatly sliced, delicious looking turkey.
"Mistress."
Katherine moved the tray closer and took what she wanted, then smiled and nodded at Adrianna, who covered the tray and set it carefully back on the cart. These steps were repeated with each entrée. Adrianna then moved to each of us and offered the same service. Again, no one ate until Katherine started, but I had noticed that Katherine had waited until we were all served, which was something I wasn't used to. Even Adrianna had sat down and prepared her own plate.
It was a quiet dinner, as no one spoke a word. When Katherine was finished, she stood and everyone stood with her.
"Excellent as usual, Adrianna, dear."
She turned and looked at me.
"You learn quickly, Devoue. I believe with your prior training, you will fit in well here. Please help the girls when you are all done. I am going to the study, and Devoue, you will join me there at 10:00."
With that, she turned and left the room. Everyone sat down again and continued eating. It was quiet for a moment.
"You were right... he's cute."
It was Adrianna who broke the silence. I looked over at her. She smiled an evil little smile.
"And sexy, too!"
Leiko was taking a drink, and I thought was going to pass her water through her nose.
"Adrianna! Wow! He just GOT here!" Abrielle laughed.
Adriannas smile only diminished a bit.
"Sorry, Dev.... I shouldn't be so bold..."
I started to reply.
"That's ok, I appreciate..."
"...yet" she quickly said.
Abrielle snickered at her.
"Dev, her bark is worse than her bite, really. She's teasing you." Abrielle smiled.
Leiko looked up and also smiled.
"Well, he IS attractive."
Abrielle winked at me.
"That he is!"
"Well thank you." I replied, blushing.
We finished and I helped the girls clean off the table and then with the dishes.
"Do you like the Mistresses house so far, Dev? We're supposed to show you around when we're done." Adrianna asked.
"It's beautiful... and HUGE" I replied.
"Wait until you see the upstairs!" Abrielle said.
Adrianna turned away from us putting a dish in the cupboard.
"Wait until he sees the dungeon." she muttered under her breath.
Abrielle sighed.
"She's teasing again. We call it the play room, Mistress doesn't like the term "dungeon"," she said as she turned to Adrianna, "and besides, he has seen everything, remember? He's been to private clubs before."
Adrianna only smiled and continued working. She had done her job, though, as the thoughts of this "play room" ran through my mind.
When we were done, Abrielle took my hand. I snatched up my folder from a shelf as she dragged me from the kitchen.
"Let's go!"
The other girls followed behind us as we left the kitchen from the opposite way we had entered. We went up a staircase to the second floor. The door upstairs opened to a dimly lit, long carpeted hallway. Decorating the sides were small tables, mirrors and paintings. There were rooms spaced unevenly down the hall. Abrielle turned the lights up using a dimmer switch.
"This is where our rooms are. Mistress stays in the
