Making It Real

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2007, 2009

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Abstract: Seeing a Mistress sounded like a lark. After all, don't they call it
"play"?

Brian's knees hurt.

How long had he been kneeling naked on this concrete floor? More than an hour,
less than a day...

The blindfold covering his eyes denied him any clue from the surrounding light.
A faint current of air played across the dark pucker of his asshole. In
response, his rear cheeks flexed and set off a chain reaction, the movement
making his cock sway forward and back beneath his swollen balls, held in check
by a tight leather strap. The combination brought him back into full erection
and forced his wandering mind to refocus.

He had thought the whole idea a bit of kinky fun, back when he answered the
internet posting from "Mistress Tania". Her site had all the scary phrases,
"expose your boundaries and widen them", "put yourself into my total control",
"stay away if you cannot submit totally". It was all too theatrical to be taken
seriously.

Mistress Tania herself was both more and less than he expected. Less in terms
of height -- nothing on her website had mentioned that she stood only
four-foot-nine. More, however, in her appearance -- she opened the door in a
blood-red merry widow and elbow-length black gloves. Her long black hair fell
in a glossy cascade to the middle of her back; her lips were barely dusted with
color and all the more sensual for it.

Brian introduced himself, waited for her to look up and down as if weighing
him. Finally, she nodded and allowed him through the door. She gave him the
same warnings he'd read; he acknowledged them without noticeable concern. Her
voice had the electric quality of soft fur rubbed against wood, and her words
were enunciated with clinical precision. His cock swelled in his pants, and he
was only mildly embarrassed when she had him strip right there in the entryway.
Her gloved hand tested the weight and firmness of his shaft, squeezing lightly
around the head.

She brought out a blindfold, and he bowed his head to accept that transfer of
power. Somehow everything became more real with the removal of his sight. He
felt the leather slide around his balls, his cock jerking as she tugged the
strap into place. She led him then by his cock, padding barefoot through the
house, feeling the rush of air as a door was opened and his feet made a
transition from yielding carpet to hard cold concrete.

"On your knees," she said, no less a command for being spoken softly. Brian got
down clumsily and Mistress Tania slapped the insides of his thighs hard to make
him spread his legs. Then again to spread them wider. He could feel the long
lines left by her nails. "Hands folded under your forehead, then wait and don't
move," she added. There was silence as he moved into the designated position,
then her heels clicked loudly on the hard surface moving away from him.

The sound of the door's lock snicking closed was like a dash of cold water in
his face. Now the website warnings began to sound serious. From the random
brush of air across his naked skin and the sounds echoing around him, he could
tell he was in some kind of open garage. Too late to worry about that, with his
clothing locked inside the house.

At first Brian took time to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his
hamstrings, his outstretched legs pulling his cheeks into an open display. The
dangling of his cock and tied balls between his spread thighs made any little
motion an erotic invitation. For the next half hour or so he entertained
unbidden pornographic images in his head, bobbing his hips as his erection
alternately swelled and faded. After that came a long immeasurable stretch of
time, boredom mixed with periods of anticipatory arousal and momentary
near-panic. Whatever he had imagined or fantasized, this wasn't it. Had she
forgotten about him? What if he needed to go to the bathroom?

Sounds carried through the open space behind him. Footsteps, staccato-sharp on
the driveway. Voices, muffled, growing more clear. A woman's voice -- Mistress
Tania. Then a man's voice. Two men's voices.

Brian's legs tensed as the voices came closer.

A man's voice said, "And you've got him all weekend?"

And Brian suddenly knew fear.

/END/