by Susilicious
Steve Evans tapped his fingers nervously on the bar counter. He’d had two martinis in the hour he’d been waiting, and was seriously contemplating another. Anything to relieve the feeling of nausea steadily growing in his stomach.
She was late; maybe she wouldn’t show up at all. How would he feel then?
Relieved? Maybe a little. Disappointed? Definitely.
He decided to settle for a bottle of beer instead, and returning to his seat in a corner of the bar, sat and mused over the circumstances that had brought him to this downtown dump of a place.
Was it really only six months ago since he’d decided to explore his submissive side? He hadn’t known where to start at first, but of course the Internet answers all. Chat rooms led him to sex sites; they in turn led him ever deeper into the world of the specialised BDSM sites.
The stories posted by various authors, intrigued him the most. Everything he needed to know was written in them. His heart would beat faster with excitement when he read some of the tales of torment. Oh how he wanted to be that slave, anxious to please his Mistress, begging to be allowed cum. His cock would grow rock hard at the thought of it.
His favourite authoress went by the name of ‘Miss Treat’. He would read her stories over and over again, rubbing his cock as he imagined himself at her mercy. He sent her countless emails, praising her work, telling her of his deep admiration, of his wish to be her slave in real life.
He never got a reply, but then he didn’t really expect one. Just to know that somewhere, Miss Treat read his words, and was aware of his existence gave him satisfaction.
One day though, months later, he did receive a reply. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he read that email.
‘Hello Steve Evans,
So you want to be my slave for real, do you?
You had better be very sure about this.
Send me your photo.
Miss Treat’
His hands were shaking as he carefully picked a photo and typed,
‘Oh Miss Treat,
To serve you is something I dream about, I would do anything at all for that privilege.
Humbly yours,
Steve Evans’
He added his address and telephone numbers, and then taking a deep breath, pressed the ‘send’ button.
Every day he checked the inbox, but there was nothing from her.
He studied the email he had sent over and over again, had he somehow written something to annoy her? Perhaps it should have been longer, or shorter even? Maybe he hadn’t been quite servile enough? Had his photo not pleased?
Finally, one Wednesday morning his phone rang and a curt female voice snapped,
“Steve Evans?”
He knew immediately who it was.
“Yes, this is Steve Evans”
“I shall be in your area this weekend You will meet me in The Rocker’s Bar on Queen Street, 2pm, Saturday”
“But how will I know you?”
“You won’t Steve Evans, but I will know you”
The line went dead.
Putting down the phone, his stomach lurched with excitement at the thought of finally meeting this Goddess.
He had no idea what she looked like, but that mattered very little to him. All he cared about was that he was going to meet his beloved Miss Treat; at last he would in truth be her slave.
So now he was waiting in the Rocker’s bar, and she was an hour late. That didn’t surprise him though, after all any dominatrix worth her salt is going to make a slave wait. He leant back into his chair with a sigh, and wondered how long he should stay.
People kept coming into the bar; they would buy a drink or two, then leave again. It was almost four o’clock now and the barman was giving him looks, he knew he would have to buy another beer very soon, or go.
Finally a tall, slender woman, wearing a long black leather coat entered the bar and paused, apparently looking for someone. She looked about thirty-five, her dark hair was scraped back into a severe ponytail, and her whole being radiated dominance. This had to be Miss Treat.
Then she was standing before him, her deep brown eyes bored into his as she placed her handbag on the table and opened it.
“Hello Steve Evans.”
“Um…hello Miss Treat.”
Smiling, she pulled out a collar that was already attached to a leash.
“If you are to be my slave, then I wish to begin immediately.”
“Well, I er…”
To his amazement, she leaned forward and snapped the collar around his neck, right there in the bar.
Giving the leash a jerk, she hissed,
“Get down onto your paws and follow me!”
Conversation in the bar stopped. People were staring and he could feel his face flushing with embarrassment, but realising he no longer had a choice, he dropped on all fours and began to crawl after her, out of the bar.
All he could see was the pavement, people’s shoes and their lower legs. He could hear well enough though.
“Oy! Look at that bloke ma!”
“Hey, I like yer dog, missus!”
“Here Fido! Here boy!”
God! Would this humiliation never end? They had only gone a couple of hundred yards, and his knees and hands were already grazed and dirty.
He realised she had stopped and was unlocking an estate car. Going round to the back she lifted up the tailgate.
“Get in” she ordered.
“Wha…?”
Grabbing his ear, she gave it a vicious twist and said,
“If you’re going to constantly argue with me, you are going to be very, very sorry. Do you understand?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?” she asked, giving his ear another twist.
“Yes Miss Treat”
“That’s better, now get in!”
He climbed into the back of the estate, into that area usually reserved for luggage, shopping and dogs and curled up tight, trying to make himself as small as possible.
As the car drove along, he thought about what had happened so far, he hadn’t in his wildest dreams expected the humiliating exit from the bar and the subsequent journey down the street, yet there was an incredible feeling of excitement growing in him.
After a short while, he felt the car come to a stop, the tailgate was lifted again and the leash was once more jerked to make him get out and go down on all fours.
Thank goodness there was no one around to see him this time as he was led into a luxurious apartment. He looked around in amazement.
Miss Treat seemed to pre-empt his thoughts,
“Yes slave, it is lovely. This apartment has been loaned to me for the weekend, it’s fortunate who one can meet in the world of BDSM, isn’t it?”
Luckily, she didn’t seem to expect a reply.
Closing the front door behind them, she pulled the leash tight, making him rise up onto his knees, before unclipping it.
She looked at his trousers, torn and dirty at the knees, his hands too were black with filth from the street.
“You are disgusting!” she spat “Take those clothes off and clean yourself up, report to me in 15 minutes”
He crawled along the hallway, until he came across the bathroom where he spent the next 15 minutes scrubbing his body. There were no clothes other than the ones he had worn. He dared not put them on again, and so he left the bathroom naked, wearing only the collar.
He wasn’t sure what to do next, so figured that getting back down onto his hands and knees might be the best option. Crawling to the door to the main lounge area he hesitated.
“Come here Steve Evans”
Miss Treat was sitting on a large leather sofa, she had discarded the coat and he could see she was wearing long, thigh length boots, short leather skirt and a tight vest, all in black.
His cock immediately became hard; crawling over to Miss Treat, he knelt at her feet and waited.
“Worship my boots, Steve Evans”
He started to rub his face against her boots, the delicious smell of leather filling his lungs, as he began to run his tongue slowly over the insteps and suck on the wickedly long heels.
His cock was throbbing as he licked and sucked his way up those boots, making them spotlessly clean for his Mistress. Eventually he reached the very top, where leather meets flesh. He could smell her skin which, together with the musky smell of her cunt and the leather, was making him almost delirious with desire; his balls were aching to cum.
“That’s enough! Now drop back down on all fours”
Obediently he did as he was told.
Miss Treat stood up and lifting her skirt pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Picking them up she said,
“Open your mouth”
She pushed the panties into his mouth. He could taste they were wet with pussy juice; he closed his eyes and began sucking on them, moaning with increasing excitement as he did so.
He was hardly aware that she had walked behind him until he felt her pressing something smooth and cold against his ass. She was moving it around, gradually working it into him, sliding it deeper inside. It suddenly started to vibrate, and he realised what it was. The vibe was so powerful; he could feel it right through his balls, making him gasp with pleasure.
He felt Miss Treat straddling him, her bare wet cunt was on his back, then her hand came down hard on his buttocks; over and over again she spanked him.
The vibe buzzing in his ass, the feel of her hot cunt on his back as she spanked him, and the taste of her panties was too much. A deep moan escaped him as his treacherous cock began spurting his cum over the carpet.
Her voice was icy calm,
“Clean it up!”
“Yes Miss Treat I’m sorry” He whimpered.
He felt himself trembling as he asked,
“Where shall I find the items to clean this up Miss Treat?”
“Use your tongue Steve Evans, if you act like a dumb beast, then you shall be treated like one”
He leant forward and began to lick his cum from the carpet. She climbed off his back and came and stood silently in front of him, watching him closely as he worked on the carpet with his mouth.
The vibrator was still buzzing in his ass, making his cock jerk and start to get hard again.
He felt her hand grab his hair and pull him up, and then he heard the words he had been longing for.
“Worship my cunt, slave”
“Oh yes Mistress”
She opened her legs wide and squatted a little, just enough for him to fix his mouth over her smooth, shaven pussy. He felt ecstatic as he started to explore her soaking wet cunt with his tongue, pushing it deep into her hole and wriggling it around, trying to lap the very walls of her sex, he sucked out as much of the delicious juice as he could, then finding her clit, he began to suck and nibble.
Her hands held his head like a vice, and she started to grind on his face, then threw back her head and cried out as an intense orgasm rocked her body. Her milky cum was flooding his face and he began up lapping the sweet juice.
Looking down at him, she smiled and said
“Are you ready for a proper drink slave?”
“Mmmmmmmm…” He mumbled into her cunt”
Still holding his head tight, she slowly released a stream of piss into his mouth.
He gulped the amber liquid, taking long swallows, desperate not to let any spill out. Hungry for every drop, his mouth remained clamped to her long after she had finished.
Finally, she stepped back and said,
“I may just have to keep you as my slave, Steve Evans”
Steve Evans gazed up at her with total adoration, and smiled.
