A Wild Ride

Chapter One-2

“Go ahead. How big is it?”

“About eight inches.”

“Nice. What about family?”

“We don’t get along. I don’t speak to them and haven’t in several months. They have no idea where I am or what I’m doing, and they don’t care. Personally I don’t either. My mother’s too busy with her new boyfriend to even return my calls. She’s probably afraid I’ll ask her for money or something.”

“That’ll change some day.”

“Maybe, but I rather doubt it.”

“What about your dad?”

“I haven’t heard from him in six or seven years. He’s somewhere down south I think. Ran off with some young chick he’d been screwing.”

“Look, this is Wednesday. Come by Friday night at seven. I’d like to meet you and maybe play a little to see if this is what you really want to do. Let’s call it a trial run.”

“God, that’s great. Where do you want to meet?”

“Do you know where the Spectrum 8 Theater is on Delaware Street near the Medical Center?”

“Yes.”

“Just a block from there is Hulbert Avenue. I run Rare Dragon Antiques just three stores up from the corner. Think you can find it?”

“Yea… I can.”

“Now listen closely. I want you to wear a dark colored, hooded sweat shirt and a pair of sweat pants with absolutely nothing on underneath. Take the bus and wear the hoodie up covering your head and face as much as possible. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Look, I don’t advertise or anything. I like to keep this part of my life a secret. Only those I invite know about my dominant side. I am a legitimate, respected business woman here in the city. So I expect the utmost privacy. Please don’t discuss this with anyone or let anyone know where you’re going. If anyone asks, tell them you have a date. I hope you understand.”

“Oh I do, Mistress,” I responded as my hard c**k raged within my jeans. “I want this to remain a secret just between the two of us as well.”

“Thank you.”

“Will you do one other thing for me?”

“Anything… What do you want, Mistress?”

“Stand up and show me that big, beautiful cock.”

Without a thought I did as she asked. I unzipped my jeans and slowly pulled them down along with my underwear. By then my c**k was already rock hard.

“Nice… really nice. Most guys would give their right nut for a c**k that size.”

I blushed a little but smiled, knowing that size really does matter with most women.

The rest of the night was spent reading more stories of Femdom and slavery. I was so intrigued and just couldn’t get enough of it. God it made me so f*****g hot. Finally about three in the morning I just jerked off to the picture on my wall and went to bed.

I found it impossible to sleep, however. All I could think about was the guy in the story who got his ass beaten by his dominatrix. That was going to be me. I found her. After a while I drifted off.

Friday night couldn’t get here fast enough. That morning I decided to go down to see Mrs. Hansen about doing another load of laundry. I needed to wash my sweatshirt and sweatpants for tonight’s activities, so I took her a whole load of jeans and stuff. That was no problem; in fact, she had even made me a pan of chocolate brownies.

Later in the afternoon I showered and got ready as if I was going out on a date. Finally it was time. I left my room with my key and just enough money for bus fare both ways. I did as she asked, wearing just the sweatshirt, sweatpants and sneakers, nothing more. I pulled the hoodie up over my head and hid deep in its dark folds. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

A fear of the unknown swept over me, as I got off the bus just up the street from the theater. Slowly I walked down the sidewalk until I reached Hulbert. It’s the third door up I told myself. Suddenly I was there. The antique shop loomed in front of me. My heart started to pound, and my c**k was rock hard and ready. I think I was trembling with excitement.

I stood there for a few minutes more. Finally it was 7 o’clock. I sucked in a huge breath and entered her shop. A small bell hung on the door and rang as I walked in. I was a little scared. Moments later a gorgeous woman appeared, and all my fears disappeared.

“Nick… I presume?”

“Ah, ah… yes, Mistress.”

“Please come in. Let’s go on into the back rather than stay out here with all these big open windows.”

I followed her around a variety of well-used junk. There was that distinct stale smell of old hanging in the air. When we got in the next room, she turned and looked at me. Slowly she reached up and put my hood down with both of her hands. She smiled, as she looked deep into my eyes.

“You’re really cute,” she said as she ran her fingers through my shaggy hair.

I grinned and blushed a little.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She was wearing a long black satin robe which she slowly opened in front of me.

I’m sure my jaw dropped open when I saw her. She was gorgeous. She was just as I imagined.

“What’s the matter Nick?”

She stood there in a black leather bra and…

“Holy f**k…,” I whispered.

“Isn’t this what you expected, slave?”

“Oh God yes,” I said, as my hand reached out and lightly touched the soft leather of her garter belt where it came around her hip.

She took my hand and raised it up until I gently felt the smooth leather that barely covered her firm breast. She watched my every expression before she spoke.

“Now it’s your turn. Off with those sweats so I can see what you’re so proud of.”

I never hesitated and anxiously pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it into a nearby chair. She ran her hands over my hairless chest and circled my small n*****s. Her fingers soon reached the waist band of my sweatpants and slowly pushed them down over my hips. She laughed as the soft material caught onto my fully erect c**k.

“Do I excite you a little, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress… a lot.”

“I see that. I’m glad. If I didn’t, I’d be really upset.”

She ran her hands up and down the entire length of my hard organ a couple of times.

Moments later I was standing before this magnificent Goddess totally naked. I really thought I would have been a little reluctant to be here like this, but something stirred within me. I wasn’t bashful in the least. My balls churned, and my c**k throbbed in anticipation. Small droplets of pre-c*m glistened on its tip. I stood there submissively with my head down a little and waited. I wondered if I should get down on my knees. I was ready to be her slave.

She walked slowly around me sort of surveying the merchandise. Her hand ran across my ass cheeks. I tightened them just a little. She chuckled. After completing her little circle, she reached down and hefted my rather small balls. They aren’t huge and hang way down like a lot of guys, but everyone is a little different, I thought.

“You don’t shave anything, do you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“I like that… just naturally blond and with hardly any body hair at all. If it wasn’t for this long, hard, magnificent c**k, I’d think you were only about twelve years old. But this monster,” she chuckled, as she ran her hand up the length of my shaft once more, “makes all the difference, doesn’t it?”

I smiled.

“I wonder why you aren’t out having some young, sweet little p***y dancing on the end of this beauty tonight instead of standing here naked with a woman nearly twice your age.

“Are you gay?”

“No, Mistress, definitely not.”

“I knew you weren’t when you got so hard so quick just looking at me and my leather outfit, but I had to ask.”

She stepped off to the side and picked up something from a small table.

“Turn around.”

As I did, she grabbed my wrist and snapped a handcuff around it. I could feel the cold steel and hear the ratcheted sound as it closed snuggly against my flesh. My balls rumbled, and my c**k throbbed even harder from the excitement of that moment. I reached around with my other hand eager to become her captive. She laughed and fumbled with the cuffs for a moment or two and then turned me back around.

“I fixed the double locks. That way they can’t get any tighter and cut off your circulation. You never know what position or where you might end up before the night is out.”

Then I smiled. “I’m yours to do with as you please, Mistress.”

“Oh I will, now on your knees, slave.”

Immediately I sank to the floor before her. Her leather clad p***y was right there in front of me. I stared at the folds of smooth leather that disappeared into the junction of her legs. I could smell the intoxicating mixture of the leather and her s*x. Slowly she slid her tiny leather thong down over her hips and then spread her legs a little once it was off. A very narrow strip of dark hair led my eyes to her moist lips.

I looked up at her and then back down to her waiting p***y.

“Normally I would have never let you even see me at this point. You would have had to lick my boots and serve me for many months to prove that you are worthy, but I’m especially horny tonight. Lick my p***y, slave, because it will be the last one you will see for a long, long time.”

My head was pushed back as she pulled me between her widely spread legs. I pushed in a little deeper, so my tongue could explore every inch of her moist pouting lips. She eased forward a little more and worked her p***y over my face, as the lust surged through her. I could smell her scent and taste her passion. I wanted her.

I was hot as well. My c**k throbbed and pulsated with every heartbeat, as I continued to serve her. I think she was as excited as I was, having a young stud between her thighs. My tongue worked deep within her moist p***y, and my nose rubbed her ever-hardening clit. I licked and sucked and savored her sweet nether lips continuing to worship her. Finally, I worked up until I could latch on to that erect little button with my lips.

“Slow down, slave. Take your time. Enjoy it while you can,” she whispered.

I moved back down and ran my tongue in and out of her love tunnel. I tongue f****d her for several minutes before moving on. Finally, I slid back up to her special spot. She put her hands on the back of my head and held me there. I covered my teeth with my lips and sucked her clit between them. I worked my tongue over that hard bundle of nerves for a couple of minutes. Finally after a few more brutal lashes with my tongue, she moaned with pleasure. Her girl c*m gushed from her sweet p***y, as she came over and over again, drenching my lips with her musky offering. I savored every drop of it, as she moaned and cooed. I never stopped my eager assault. I licked and sucked and worked my mouth over her hungry p***y, as she screamed with unending pleasure. Her orgasms roared through her, one after another.

Finally, she stepped back but continued taking long, deep breaths.

“Holy s**t! For a young guy you’re really good at that. You must have had lots of practice doing that while at college. I bet you made a lot of girls really happy.”

I smiled, as she stepped back and pulled her little thong back up covering that beautiful treasure. Then she reached around and picked up something else from the table.

“Open wide, slave.”

I opened my mouth, and a large red ball gag was wedged between my teeth. It filled my mouth as the leather straps were pulled around behind my head and buckled tight.

“Stand up.”

Then she reached over to the table and picked up a second set of cuffs. They were much heavier with a short, six inch length of chain between them. These were closed snuggly around each of my ankles.

“Now turn around a little and bend over this table,” she said as she picked up a thin riding crop.