Mistress Jen
I have always admired a girl at work, but, until recently,
we had rarely spoken. And then one night, when the whole
firm went out for Christmas drinks, we sat together, at
the bar, and began to chat. Every so often she would lean in
close to me to talk, and our legs would touch. And then she
held the touch, rubbed her foot against my calf, and leaned
in closer to me to say; let's go someplace else. I need to
get out of this place ... to relax ... come home with me-
for a drink?
I agreed instantly.
We walked through the streets of Sydney - her place was
in town, so it was close. We kissed in the elevator, going
up to her floor. When we arrived, she left me in the
living room while she went to change.
I had no idea what to expect, so when she came back, I was
stunned. She was transformed. She was now wearing boots
that went up her calves, almost to the knees, and a tight, short,
black skirt that shimmered as she moved. Over her breasts
she wore a blood red leather top, that plunged down between
her breasts. And in her hand she carried a whip.
I expressed surprise, admiration.
Shut up, she said. Take of your clothes and kneel on
the floor.
Although my hands trembled, I obeyed, instantly. I
knelt on the floor, and looked up at her, and she slappedme
across the face.
Look at the ground, she snapped.
Until I let you
look at me.
I obeyed, meekly.
Kiss my feet, slave, she ordered.
I began to kiss her boots, licking the leather, working
my way up her leg. When I got to her knees, I tasted her skin.
Instantly I felt her hand slap my arse.
I will teach you to take liberties with me, you slut,
she said, and began to slap me, again and again, harder and
harder. When she stopped, my arse was stinging, and my face
was buried between her thighs.
Good boy, she said, then. You please me.
I looked up at her gratefully. She suffered my gaze.
I will reward you for your behavior, she said, come
with me to the bathroom.
At that I stood up and followed her into the bathroom,
where she ordered me to lie down in the bath.
I lay down on the cold porcelain, and she stepped into
the bath and stood above me, on foot on either side of
my chest.
I will reward you with a taste of my piss, slave,
she said. Open your mouth.
I open my mouth and looked up at her. She wasn't
wearing panties. I could see her vagina above me, her short
dark pubic hair. She pulled up her skirt so it sat upon her
waist. I lay below her silently, staring at her vagina,
my mouth open underneath it.
Swallow it all, slave, she said. And then she started
to piss. It filled up my mouth in an instant and I
frantically swallowed, but choked and coughed.
She stopped
pissing for a second and then started again, and this time
her piss hit my face, landing on my closed eyes, and then
my hair. I opened my eyes again as she pissed down my chest,
finishing on my cock, which was dark red, erect, throbbing.
When she had finished she smiled down at me, and
stepped out of the bath. I lay there, covered in her piss,
and begged her to let me come.
She relented, finally, and put one foot back into the
bath, and laying the sole of her boot against my dick, she
started to wank it, with her boot. I came instantly, all
over my chest, my face. A drop of come landed on my tongue.
Thankyou, mistress, I moaned. Thankyou.
[to be continued]