First Date at 8, Second Date at Midnight [FDom][MSub][S&M][golden shower][No Sex]

It was awkward when James asked Shae Lynn out on a dinner date. After all she was a paid dominatrix, a findom, who had caned his ass pink a month earlier. But the icy blonde had accepted the invitation from her hunky former client and was happy to have gone. A good meal, accompanied by a bottle of good wine and conversation, she was almost sorry the date had to end so soon. The two strolled back to her perfume shop on a warm August night, where she lived in an apartment above.

“Thank you,” she said. “I had a good time.”

“You sure you don’t want to stop and have a drink? The bar next door sounds like its happening.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to pass. I have an early day tomorrow.”

He leaned in to kiss her. Her upturned lips welcomed his hesitant kiss. He drew away to see her eyes still closed awaiting another. His lips mashed down on her parted lips and a heat erupted between her legs. She pulled away with wide open eyes. He opened his eyes to watch her put her key into the shop’s lock. There seemed to be a panic about her, perhaps a fear of feeling passion or the touch of a caring man. She made it clear. Not now. Opening the door she looked back at him with a smile.

“Good night,” she said.

She shut the door, locking it behind her. What a lovely night she thought as she moved to the back of the shop to mount the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. She stripped off her dress, hanging it back on the hanger. She had to pee but held it in as she turned on her stereo. As music blasted throughout the floor, she brushed her long hair back and up into a ponytail and bound it before dancing across the hall to the Boudoir, where she rummaged in the closet of sexy outfits for something to wear for her midnight appointment.

Michel Cormier knelt pale and naked on the floor over the grated drain in the basement as Mistress Kira circled him. He didn’t dare look up at her beauty trussed up in a black PVC bustier corset, glossy black boots and exposed breast with nipples she had rouged with bright red lipstick. The sound of her boot heels clicking on the concrete floor caused his heart to flutter and his dangling penis to jerk its head off the cold rough floor. His knees hurt from kneeling for ten minutes but he didn’t move as he wanted to please his mistress who can never be pleased. He was happy to be there, happy to be within inches of licking her skin as she sauntered around his helplessness. He dare not look up, but the image of her cold and cruel grey eyes rimmed in black cat eye liner eyes and that slash of blood red lipstick made him yearn for her to wrap those lips around his shaft. The glimpse of her ass cheeks was driving him insane. His cock twitched as her riding crop rested on his shoulder. She was making him wait. How much longer must he wait?

She said, “There is no one who can save you from me; not your wife, not your mother. Only me. I determine if you are worth living. I can give or I can take away. You are at my mercy, my pink little pet. Now worship me. Stick your ass up in the air.”

He bowed before her, kissing her boots as she bent to rub his naked ass with her riding crop.

“Do it right,” she barked, smacking his butt with the crop.

He happily grunted with each smack of her crop which caused his body to jerk and dick bob in the chilly basement air. Again and again the crop came down on his butt, so much so he stopped licking her boots and nestled his cheek against her leg, taking the delicious pain. Tap, tap, tap to the balls before a final whack made him yelp in pain. She stepped back, placing her riding crop under his chin to lift his head until his eyes met hers.

“I shall be merciful tonight.”

“Thank you, Mistress Kira.”

Her fingers went about unsnapping the crotch of her lingerie before she grabbed the back of his head and shoved her pussy into his face. Then she yanked his hair until his head tilted back. His eyes were focused upon the goddess looming above him framed by the halo of the light bulb behind her. He was hypnotized by her teacup breasts, perky and up tipped, and her parted legs where he looked up into her glorious snatch of honey blonde fuzz. She yanked his head under all the way back and began to pee in his face. Salty yellow liquid splashed over his face, where he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. She emptied her bladder of wine and water onto him. It splattered over his face, down his chest and off his shoulders onto the concrete to pool around his knees before streaming down the drain.

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