| Lesbian: BDSM: How I Met My Mistress Part III (1/4) |
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I was finally on my way to meet my Mistress. Her house was two hours away from where I lived. I listened to music along the way and was trying to maintain a sense of calm. I wasn’t calm. I was excited and nervous. When I finally pulled up to her house I was quite surprised how huge it was. The house was a beautiful colonial that she had designed herself. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so big. I stepped out of my rundown Toyota and up the stairs, my breathing quickening, heart pounding. I wore a nice black suit with white shirt. I knew my Mistress liked that look at least to start with. As I approached the landing the door suddenly swung open. “Mistress?” I entered slowly. “Are you there?” I followed her voice from another room, saying, “Come in, my little slut. Over here.” I walked into a huge and beautiful living room. There was so much to see in the beautifully decorated room, but my eyes went immediately to my stunning Mistress. She was even more beautiful in person than I had imagined. Our eyes met and we both smiled. But then my eyes went to the floor. I couldn’t hold her stare. I walked in front of her and knelt before her. “Mistress, I am so happy to finally be with you.” She looked down at me and took my hands, pulling me up in front of her. She looked into my eyes and began to kiss me. Our tongues began to swirl and dance, and so did my brain. I felt like I would swoon. I had never felt this type of electricity with any other woman before. Finally she grabbed my hair and pulled me away. “Come with me, ass girl.” I followed her. She sat me at a bar stool where she had a bottle of wine sitting with two glasses. She poured us both a glass. She raised her glass to mine and said, “Here is to us. I am very proud of what we have accomplished so far. But as I told you, the best is yet to come!” After our glass of wine she asked me, “So, what do you think I am going to do with you now?” I looked at her and she had a devilish look on her face, half smiling. “Well, you always said that the first thing you were going to do with me was paddle me in order to establish yourself.” Her look became a trifle sinister and I felt myself beginning to breathe heavily again. “That is to start,” she laughed, “but oh my dear that is just the beginning of what I have planned for you!! Why are you breathing so heavy?” she asked. “Hmmmm… and why is your neck and face turning red? I do believe you’re aroused already, aren’t you, slut?” “Yes, Mistress, I am horny. I always am when you speak to me. The things you say make me feel so hot for you,” I said, trembling and quivering a bit. “Well, we shall see how you feel when I get through with you. Now get those clothes off. You’re an Ass Slut and should rarely have clothes on. I would like to keep you here with just a collar on.” She snickered as she said this. I began to undress and finally was before her nude. My bush was grown out as she had told |
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very good
