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Subject: Me, My Mistress, Hale-Bopp and Weak Knees...

            ... Me and My Mistress, Hale-Bopp & Weak Knees ...


It was Tuesday afternoon, I called for Susan, and arranged to see her at
5:30 pm the following day. She had been on my mind all week from my first
encounter with her and I needed to see her again. I was torn by her
indifference to me at the end out our last encounter. During our previous
meeting, when Susan was between my legs lapping at my uncut gem and
looking naughtily up at me, I had told her, "I bet you have a pair of
over-the-knee-boots".  Her eyes opened a bit, and she said, "Yes, and I
have a few leather items as well, next time call and I will bring them".
So when I arranged for the meeting, I requested that she bring her boots,
the girl answering the phone, confirmed the appointment and said Susan
would bring her "stuff".

I called again on Wednesday to confirm my 5:30 pm appointment. Everything
was cool. I left work a few minutes early so traffic wouldn't be a
problem. I thought of Susan and her boots. Then, I thought of how she
loved to have her ass fingered. I looked at the clock in my car, and I
figured I had time to go to an adult store, to pick up a little toy to
play with. Anal Beads.... But alas, as far as I could see in the store,
no anal beads were to be found. So, I left and made it to Susan.

I parked my car, went up the steps and knocked on the open door. I was
greeted and lead into the living room. I noticed an new exercising unit
in the living room, and was told the girls working the day shift use it a
lot...(I thought to myself, they could contract with me, as their
personal trainer, I could get their heart rates up in the "target
zone"...<g>)

Nervously, my eyes were caught by Susan. She was sitting on the sofa,
legs crossed, with her boots on, a nice black knit thigh high dress
adorning her body. She looked at me and said in a stern voice, "You
should be "glad" that you are on time"!  This through me a bit, I watched
her get up and walk down the short hall to the bedroom. She merely asked,
"Follow Me".......... and I did ....<g>

We got into the room, closed the door, she looked at me, and I handed
over the money for a one hour session. I then requested the "full
hour"....<g> She left with the money, and I looked around the room. I
noticed she had a few items lying on a table. I saw a leather cane, about
two feet in length, some small "finger" handcuffs, some candy in a foil
bag titled "popping" something or other, and a few other items. I started
to think about the candy and Susan returned.

She looked at me, smiled and made a reference to my "experience" level. I
said I had never done anything like this before but it has been on my
mind. She said she would treat me well, came close to me and we kissed.
Then she reached down to the table for her leather bound cane, laid down
on the bed, and told me sternly, "Strip"!

I felt a little strange. Never in my life has another woman, told me to
strip, usually I request that the woman strips me, as I find her touch
about my body quite stimulating. I started to unbutton my shirt. She
asked me about my day. I was tongue tied and twisted and blurted out
something lame, like, "Oh, Just a typical boring day".... With my shirt
open, so she could see my hairy chest, I bent down to remove my shoes.
Susan again commanded, "Not yet". I removed my shirt, and hung it on the
closet door hook, I started to undo my belt and now she said I could take
off my shoes. I removed my shoes and socks. She said, "Remove your
pants", off they came, my cock, already hard was straining underneath my
boxers.  I am sure Susan noticed.

Susan eyed my boxers and said, "Paisley boxers, you get points for that!"
No one has ever commended like that on my underwear before, yet I have
worn them to visually please the women I have been with. I guess they
weren't stimulated, or didn't care to bother to mention it...Anyway, by
this time, I knew I was being led down a path upon which I had never
traveled before, and I was "liking the hike"...<g>.

Susan told me to take off the boxers.  I hesitated, I like to keep the
boxers on and at the whim of the women I am with, have them remove them,
but I complied, and removed them. Uncut Gem I know was glad to get a good
long look at Susan! She got up and approached me.  She took her leather
cane and moved my cock and balls a bit with it, sorta checking out the
"goods".  She then pressed her tight black knitted dress next to me,
making sure my cock was getting adequately smothered. I drew near her for
a kiss and she said " No"!

I looked into her eyes, with her boots on she was just a tad over my "eye
height", this I found very stimulating, since I am the one normally
looking down upon my mate-to-be. I asked her some question, I forget
what, she looked sternly at me, raised her wrist to my eyes and I saw a
black leather bracelet with the silver letters MISTRESS imprinted on it.
I was told to address her as Mistress or Mistress Susan, and she would
address me as SLAVE. I started to rock n roll....<g>

Mistress Susan allowed my hands to roam about her tight black knit dress.
I enjoyed the feel of its nice bumpy texture. My roaming hands reached
down to feel the cheeks of her ass. She asked me if I liked her ass, I
said, "Yes, Mistress", she then asked me if I liked her dress, again,
"Yes, Mistress". She said that I would soon become intimate with her
dress.  She reached her hand down to my cock and gave it a squeeze.  Then
she told me to remove her dress.

I must digress here and try to give you an image of Mistress Susan. With
her wicked over-the-knee-boots on, she must have been 6'1 or 2 inches
tall. She has a medium dark complexion, full luscious lips, dark eyes,
and long dark brown hair, with a mild wave to it. As I said in my
previous encounter, she has been a dancer for a few years, and her body
is well toned. I would say she weighs 135 to 145.  So I was dealing with
quite a handful!

I slowly pulled her dress up from her thighs. I could hear her moan as
I pulled on the clinging knit dress, exposing her wonderful flesh. Soon,
I was greeted by a leather halter type affair adorning her chest and
tummy.  The leather straps framed her lovely natural breasts, her large
dark nipples, had my name written all over them...<g>

As I pulled the dress upwards from her body, I stopped momentarily at the
point, where, with her arms raised upwards, the dress was riding just
above her leather framed breasts. Her neck, face and most of her arms
where still covered by the dress.  Her body was quite vulnerable to me.
I stopped and whispered through the dress to her, "Could Mistress be left
in this position for a while"? I think this through her, and she came
momentarily out of character, giggled and said sternly, "No!"  I pulled
the dress off her body and started to hang it up with my clothes, she
said, "NO"!........

Do you wish me, to continue telling you about my adventure
with Mistress Susan?  .....<g>

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