A Night with my Mistress

My orgasm, my long awaited release finally came, I came so very hard over and over. I could feel each spurt of warm cum on my chest almost reaching my face.

My cries of pleasure muffled, still gagged and tied were surely the precursor for what came next. I should have known that it would come.

I, after all am a sub, a slave. Rarely should I be allowed free pleasure. Everything has a price and in that split second moment, still before my orgasm had subsided my time had come to make my payment.

... How did I even get to this moment? It had been a long evening...

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I first met my Mistress online, I gladly submitted to her and she took me on as her submissive. Through the months and then years she carefully guided me, moulded me.

Fast forward and 3 years later I am an owner of a drawer full of lingerie, butt plug, heels and a chastity device.

I have been lucky that my Mistress allowed me to eventually meet her and our relationship turned to real time - she I quite beautiful, perfect figure and simply has the smoothest skin. Her legs are incredible, quite often wearing stockings; I adore being at her feet.

On this evening in question, I was so incredibly excited to meet her. It had been some time since my last visit and I was so keen to please her. I adore the dynamic, the intelligent conversation... and the challenge. I adore that every time I meet my Mistress I really have little idea of what she will do or how she will push me.

My Mistress is a true dominant. She is certainly an expert on pain but it is in how she humiliates me that drives my senses wild. It is such a strange feeling; to feel such humiliation and to be turned on, side by side. In truth I have never truly understood it.

My Mistress had given me earlier instructions that we were to meet at the restaurant at 7pm sharp.

She told me precisely what to wear which she specified as formal, black trousers and white shirt.

Reading her correspondence, my (her property) cock stirred with every word.

Unusually she wanted me not only in my panties (which I had been required to wear every day to work and events for the last few years) but full stockings and suspenders and matching bra.

My cock now rock hard, my mind swirling at the possibilities of the night, I began to get dressed.

I had recently bought some brand new stockings and went about attaching the suspenders; I had lovely black panties and matching bra. The bra I rarely have worn and as I stood in front of the mirror, I must confess I became incredibly nervous. I started to worry about the white shirt, I could not possibly wear without a jacket, and the bra would most certainly show through.

I knew my Mistress had intended me to have these feelings. My humiliation was of her choosing and I had to do whatever was asked. I imagined the look on her face if she could see me now.

I completed my look with some smart trousers, the white shirt (black bra very much visible) shoes and a very important smart jacket.

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I took my seat at the table for two; it was a nice restaurant with soft lighting. I was a few minutes early mardin escort but I was not waiting long until I saw my Misters enter - she looked incredible. Dressed in black, very formal but so incredibly sexy, pencil skirt and white shirt, she too had a jacket on; I could tell that she had come straight from work. She walked with purpose towards me, I stood up to greet her...

"Take your jacket off" was the first words she uttered.

I stood for a moment dumbfounded, even for her this was incredibly strict. She sounded most certainly angry, certainly very forceful. There was no doubt that I would have obey... but she had me caught in her headlights! And I was her rabbit! . . . At least for a moment..

"Did you hear what I just told you" she commanded.

"Yes... sorry Mi_" I stuttered, stopping just short of the word. Very much forbidden in public.

She took her seat and stared right into my eyes. Her gaze relentless until I obeyed her.

In a quick motion my jacket was off, hung around the back of my seat. I quickly sat down and for the first time I saw my Mistress smile at me.

"Well done, I can see you have your pretty black bra on Nicola!" Her demeanour now completely changed from strict Mistress to now the enjoyment of mocking me.

I looked down at my shirt, it was certainly noticeable albeit subtle - the reality was that I had no choice. The restaurant was thankfully not full although certainly not empty. And this I knew would be just that start.

"And the rest Mistress... of course" I pleaded with her... she just stared at me, her smile still there, she looked deep in thought...

"Well we will find out soon enough" came her response.

She seemed so happy now - almost beaming. I was glad - glad that perhaps my being with her, a welcome respite from her high pressured office job (the details of which I am allowed little knowledge of) I was glad that I would provide her with this... It is important for a sub to feel useful!

We continued the meal catching up, as normal friends do. It has always been an important part of our "relationship" that we are able to be together as normal people and not just as sub and Mistress. I must admit to almost forgetting about my shirt and black bra (let alone the stockings and suspenders I had hidden underneath)

Occasionally Mistress would sense that I had fallen too far into "normal". It was during a conversation about work that I could suddenly feel her heeled shoe in-between my legs, underneath the table, I suddenly stopped talking ( and realising that she had no real interest in that particular conversation)

She was again staring deeply into my eyes. She had switched again. My heart rate immediately increased.

"So what do we have underneath your clothes?"

"I would be most disappointed if you have not obeyed my orders Nicola."

"Mistress I can assure..._" I contested but she stopped me dead with a finger to her lips. Her heeled foot now pressing on my cock. I could feel myself getting harder.

"I want to see for myself" she had decided.

"Yes Mistress of course, should we leav_"

"Now!" she declared!

"But nevşehir escort Mistress!?!" I knew it was impossible. The restaurant was continuing to fill up. It was now dark outside and the evening was in full flow. In truth I really did not know what she expected.

I moved one of my legs outside the confines of the table and discreetly pulled my trouser leg up revealing a glimpse of my stockings.

"See Mistress!" I uttered...

"Not good enough!" She was smiling again. Her gaze would not let me go.

"I will tell you what will happen" she began...

"I am going to go to the ladies loo. You will wait 5 minutes and follow me there."

My eyes widened with panic.

"But Mistress" I returned.

She had already started to get up from the table... she had never asked me to do such a thing before... how could I?!

"Oh... and you should probably be a good girl and settle the bill too whilst I am gone."

She disappeared down the corridor which led to (thankfully) both the ladies and gents.

My heart was now pounding. I scanned the restaurant. Yes it was busy... but not packed which I was thankful for. And again much to my relief at least the toilets were out of the main view of the seating area.

Not wanting to be any later than the 5 minutes requested of me I ushered the young waitress and paid the bill.

Pulling my jacket on I made the walk to meet my Mistress.

I started down the corridor... it was quiet, the door to the gents was on my right... the ladies further and on the left. I could feel my heart pounding as I sheepishly pushed the door ajar..

"Hello" I called in... Wanting to make sure nobody else was in there... A brief moment of relief when I heard her voice... "Come in, it's empty" I quickly entered.

As soon as I saw her she grabbed my arm and bundled me in to a cubicle she put her finger to my lips "don't utter a word" she ordered.

To be so close to my Mistress was such an honour, I could feel her body against mine, in truth I wanted to kiss her but I knew this would be out of the question. I stood there frozen against her.

"So then Nicola, let me see how well behaved you have been today" As she spoke her hands roamed over and down my body until her hands were over my hardened cock.

Not massive by any means and even less impressive contained in my panties but hard none the less!

Her intentions for me were clear and I began to strip.

First to hit the floor, my jacket and shirt. Mistress looked very pleased with my Anne Summers bra... it was certainly very sexy, very feminine with a lovely bow.

"Keep going" she commanded...

I peeled out of my trousers... and there I stood.

From head to toe in nothing but lingerie. Stockings, suspenders.. Panties (now incredibly wet) and bra.

Suddenly I heard the door to the ladies swing open - my eyes wide with shock I stared at my Mistress who simply smiled and put her finger to my mouth to keep quiet.

I could hear my heart through my chest as I stood there absolutely still as I could hear another woman in the room - what of we niğde escort were found out.. It was at that moment, a moment of having to be absolutely quiet when I could feel my Mistress hand move again to my absolutely rock hard cock.

She continued to look me in the eyes as she stroked me through my panties.. I could feel my precum soaking through, I wanted to moan but could not make any sound.

Eventually the lady finished up and we heard her leave, I gave a massive sigh of relief..

"This is crazy" I explained...

"No, Nicola, you should start to get used to using the ladies loos" She continued to touch me

"Your cock is so small, you are not a real man, just look at you!"

She gave out an almost cackle and moved slightly away from me (as much as she could in such a confined space as the cubicle.

"Ok then Nicola. Sit down" I did as she said. Then, with one swift movement she used her foot and slid my clothes which were lying on the floor outside the cubicle.

"I will see you outside the restaurant when you are ready!" she exclaimed.

"Mistress??!!" I pleaded but with such swiftness she had opened the door, stopping only briefly to pick up my bundle of clothes she had pushed outside the cubicle and I then heard the toilet entrance door swing open and then quiet

"Mistress!??!!" I called out... nothing but silence.

I quickly locked the cubicle door. I assessed the situation... I was stood there in stockings, suspenders and bra in the ladies toilet in a restaurant!! What was I going to do!??

I heard the door open... hoping it was my Mistress it was another woman using the loo!! This was an incredible situation!! I had to keep so quiet.

It was then that I noticed something in the cubicle with me... it was her handbag.

I calmed down a little. I tried to control my breathing. I knew I had to try to be calm. I had to get out of this situation... somehow.

I sat there and opened my Mistress' handbag... what I saw both excited me and shocked me... I had found my escape!

I slowly pulled out the items. The loo was now getting busier with women coming and going all the time but I was safe as long as I did not make any noise!

Inside the handbag was a pair of heels... I knew them well - Mistress had made me buy them some time ago! And they fitted nicely too! I then pulled out a black light dress... and at the bottom of the bag... a blonde wig!

"This is crazy!" I muttered to myself then immediately remembered where I was! I could get into real trouble here, I had to be cool, calm and I would soon out of this... pickle.

I put on the dress... my immediate feeling was of humiliation... It was a tight fitting dress, black just above the knee. It felt quite slinky... it turned me on! I looked down to see thankfully my little 4" cock had little impact.

I checked myself - I had to keep focus. I put on my heels which had an ankle strap (thankfully to keep them on) I somehow felt better at least I was somewhat covered.

I took out the wig - to my dismay the bag was still not empty. Underneath the wig was lipstick and nail varnish. I could not believe this was happening.

I pulled on the wig and went about painting my nails.. I was shaking but eventually finished as best I could.. I applied the lipstick...

The time to open the door and see myself in the mirror would be soon!

..to be continued..