I arrived at Kate’s. The door is large thick and black, Georgian with a large brass knocker.
Three knocks and the door swings open, with Kate standing there resplendent in a silver and black silk gown.
“Come in!” She says, her tone is friendly. She’s speaking to me as an equal, as anyone would. But I know that’s soon to change.
She told me on our first meeting that outside the threshold of her house, we would be equals unless she said otherwise; but as soon as I cross that threshold, the dynamic changes. In the house there are rules. Rules that must be obeyed. Everything and everyone in Kate’s home belongs to Kate. Kate is the law beyond the threshold.
I step in, close the door and remove my shoes. I look Kate in her beautiful green eyes. Her head is framed by dark hair and her face is pale. It’s dark inside the house. Shutters are closed keeping the daylight out and the place is lit by dim lamps emitting a soft orange light throughout the place.
As I look into her eyes, she smiles for a split second and begins to frown. As though disturbed by a slight imposition on my part. I realise I am making eye contact without permission. I need no prompting to avert my gaze and look at the floor.
“That’s better.” I hear her say as my head bows down.
“Come through.”
Kate takes my hand and leads me through her flat into her front room. Shutters are closed. The same warm light that is present in the hallway. I can see from my peripheral vision what she has laid out on the bench. It’s a promising sight.
In front of me stands a large, PVC covered bench with a large wooden oblong attached to it by thick velcro straps, running the length of the bench. Along the long sides of the oblong are six leather straps [three at each of the long sides of the rectangle] with buckles on the end. One for each wrist, one for each knee and another for each ankle. When attached, you’re forced onto all-fours with very limited range of motion. You can bend your elbows, but that’s about it. I’ve been in it before. It’s incredibly restrictive. Which is Kate’s preference.
“Undress.” Kate says casually. I immediately reach for my shirt buttons and she shrugs herself out of her gown.
I can’t help but steal a glance. Kate’s figure is the sort of figure I have fantasised about all my life. She has a shapely figure, with sizable breasts and a phenomenal backside. She is not especially thin, but is strong. The result of fastidious exercise combined with a willingness to enjoy good food. I am looking at the contours of a little cellulite on her ass and marvelling at its form. She is wearing lace underwear and stockings on her bottom half. A dark purple corset with black lace on her top half pushes up her bosom and creates the image of a powerful and imposing woman. The sort of woman who likes to command.
As she removes her gown, her strap on – previously held up by the drawstring of the gown – falls to attention in front of her. It is smooth and shiny. Slightly larger than last week. My heart begins to thunder in my ears and my member begins involuntarily leaking precum in anticipation. My mouth is dry and my eyes are focussed. I can’t wait to get started.
“Eyes!” she snaps at me from across the room. I jerk my gaze back down to the floor and finish getting undressed. I sense her move towards me from the other side of the room and she reaches out and holds my balls in her hand.
“What am I going to do with you if you can’t even follow simple instructions?”
I keep looking at the floor, my cheeks are flushed in response to her touch. She closes her hand around my testicles. Firm, not hard. In the palm of her hand. They are so full and so sensitive.
“Hmm?”
She squeezes gently.
“Don’t you want to follow my rules, boy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She squeezes harder. I inhale sharply and my pupils dilate from the sudden discomfort. She holds for two seconds and releases.
“Good boy. Much better. Good boy.” she croons.
“On the bench, boy.”
Hurriedly, I hop onto the bench and she expertly fixes the straps in place. Wrists, knees, ankles.
Kate navigates her way to the head of the bench. Her hand cups my chin and lifts my head up. She crouches down so that I can meet her gaze. Her eyes are commanding and intense.
“Open your mouth.”
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