Chapter 3

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Remember, there is always the possibility of unforeseen and unpleasant consequences. Are you ready for those as well?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Let me warn you one more time – be careful what you wish for.”

“I will, Mistress.”

“Then tell me everything that I should know about you.”

“Well, I’m nineteen years old and have no future. I drank, drugged and screwed my way out of college.”

“No future? Everyone has a future. You just don’t know what it is yet.”

“Yea… well things aren’t going too well for me right now. I can’t find a job, and I’ve pretty much exhausted any money I have.”

“Things could always be worse,” she reminded me.

“I doubt it.”

“Well in spite of all that – describe yourself physically for me.”

“Ah… well I’ve got dirty blond hair and dark green eyes as you can see. I’m five foot ten and weigh about 150 pounds. I have always worked out, so I’m in really good shape, and I have a… ah… ah…,” I explained as I looked down.

“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 cock 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 cock was already rock hard.

“Nice… really nice. Most guys would give their right nut for a cock 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 fucking 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 cock was rock hard and ready. I think I was trembling with excitement.