The doorbell rang. And again. And again. Hauling ass from the shower, he held the towel tight to cover himself as he cracked open the door.
“I know what you like.”
The young girl, no more than 25, he figured, looked at him with her head tilted and a firm smile on beautifully shaped lips. Her eyes were blue, bright as a September sky, and stared straight into his without shyness. Her long straight hair fell well below her shoulders, but the rest of her was shrouded in darkness and swathed in a dark coat.
“What? I think you have the wrong house little girl.”
She stepped up to the doorstep, and placed her hand on his wet, bare chest, then had the temerity to push past him and into the house.
“Hey!” He was shocked and discomfited to have her just stroll in like she owned the place.
“This isn’t your house…you need to leave.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, her smile almost feral. Maybe she was some kind of thief. He peered out the door but saw no other people.
“Who are you? What the hell are you doing in my house?” His words seemed to bounce off her back.
“Come here,” she said, and strolled to the kitchen.
“Sit,” she directed him to a chair. The only light in the room came from the nightlight of the oven range.
“Mark, you don’t know me, but I know you, and I know what you like. You see, my mother cleans here for your wife. A few weeks ago I came to help her out. I was bored, and had some time and she wasn’t feeling well. I did the upstairs while she was down here, cleaning up the mess she told me you always made when you cook.”
She shook her head.
“You really take advantage of her, you know. Making such a mess then walking away from it? That’s little kid stuff. But we’ll talk about that later.”
He opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand, mimed shutting her fingers, and he fell silent.
“I found the toys under the bedside table in the box. I thought it was funny that you were kinky, seeing as I was too. I didn’t quite understand the situation fully until I dusted your wife’s nightstand and found your cock cage. That’s when I realized that you and I were on opposite sides of the slash. I am most definitely not a submissive, and you, dear boy, are.”
She smiled again, one that did not speak of humor.
“There’s going to be some changes around here. I know that your wife is away for the week at a conference. And you’ll be mine to enjoy until she returns. While I know she dominates you, I’m not certain that she’s a true dominant, or if she’s just a top because you need one.”
“Drop the towel and come here.”
She pointed to the floor between her feet.
“Look here. I…I’m not going to just take orders from you, little one. You’re half my age-“
A quick flick of her wrist dropped a crop into her hands, slapping it against his chest, making him yelp. She struck him again. His nipple began to swell, the button of it drawing tight.
“Oh, I may be younger than you, but I know what I’m doing, and I’ll beat your nipples bloody if you don’t get your fat ass over here.”
He slid off the stool and stood before her. A sharp tug released the towel, revealing his caged cock.
“It looks like you’re ready to service me,” she said, noting the mangled position of his cock. The crop slapped against the cage, making him wince.
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I. And when your wife returns, I think it can only get better. Come along, boi. I hope your tongue is in good shape.”
Turning she strode away, leading him towards the stairs. He moaned as his cock tightened inside the restricting cage.
She was in the bedroom. It was surreal. How the fuck did this even happen in real life? In porn, sure, it was a sexy fantasy, to be molested by a stranger. But in the now? He wasn’t a pussy. He was a serious businessman, by damn. He was going to handle her like he handled…
Thoughts scattered as he stepped into the room. She was unbuckling her coat. Beneath it she wore nothing.
“I’m not one of those Dommes that like to wear corsets and ankle-breaking boots. I like to be comfortable and I’m most comfortable naked. That doesn’t mean that I won’t discipline you when it’s needed. Or when I feel like it. I enjoy giving pain. I enjoy sex. I enjoy being serviced, and watching you want to fuck me.”
She pointed to the massive four-poster.
“Get up on the bed.”
“It’s ma’am or mistress. Take your pick. But if you call me young lady, woman, or girl again I will crop your ass purple.”
He froze. There was a truth to her words, to the tone of them that made him know that she meant every word. He moved to grab her wrist, but she slapped the crop over his wrist then his cheek, drawing welts. His hand reached to his cheek.
“You only touch when I say you can. Try to disarm me again and I will hurt you. Look at you. Your cock is already trying to push its way out of the cage. You’re erect and in pain, and all it takes is a slight amount of pressure…”
She slapped the cock cage hard with the crop, then with her hand. He yelped, leaping back, hand covering his genitals.
“Follow the rules and I won’t have to discipline you, boi,” she said.
Their eyes met, clashed. After a long few breaths, he dropped his, cursing her in his mind even as he felt his spirit thrill to be so completely dominated by the little…Mistress.”
“I don’t even know your name,” he whispered to the floor.
“Heather. That’s ‘Mistress Heather’ to you.”
He nodded. The crop came up, lifting his chin.
“No nodding. You may use your words. Try ‘yes, Mistress Heather’.”
He looked at her nose, too nervous now to meet her eyes.
“Yes Mistress Heather,” he responded.
“Good boy,” she said, stroking her fingers over his nipple. He moaned.
“Where is the cage key? I know you have access to it while she’s away. Fetch it for me.”
He pointed to the bathroom; she pointed with the crop. He returned in seconds. Taking it, she released the lock, and began removing the cage from him. He moaned as his squished shaft stretched out.
“That must be really painful, that nice thick cock all mashed in there like that.”
“Well, don’t get too comfortable…it’ll be back on soon enough.”
Her hand clasped over the tender meat, then roughly began pumping his shaft. He moaned, groaned, begged her to go easy, to no avail. When he spurted, she pointed it at her tits.
“Your next erection is mine. And it will take you much longer to cum now. Clean your nasty goo off of me.”
She settled back on the bed, as his fluid slid down her belly.
“And be very thorough.”
Grabbing his hair she guided him to her left tit, and smiled as he began to lick.