My name is Mistress

It was a couple of years ago that I first started looking for a mistress. I wanted a dominatrix, a woman who would administer punishment to me. I asked on bulletin boards, and since I lived close to a big city I thought it would be simple, but it took a long time before I got an answer. Mistress e-mailed me and we met in a public park. I must have said the right things because she took me back to her house.

We sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee. "There are some things that I have to make clear right at the beginning of this, Mike - it is Mike, isn't it?" I told her that was indeed my name and she continued.

"I have been doing this for a few years, and to start with men thought I was something other than what I was. That's not to say I won't make your life hell to some degree - a degree we'll work out in advance, don't worry. But there are certain things I am not."

"I am not a prostitute. I will never perform any sexual functions for you, other than what you get from me punishing you. But there will be no sex - you'll find out how little in a moment. I'm good at what I do - I have other clients and they seem to like me - but I'm as sexually obligated to you as much as the people who might do your yard work, clean your house, or fix your car. In other words, not at all."

"I will dress sexily for our sessions, but you won't be able to touch. And because it will be just you and me in this house, I will protect myself from your getting too aroused. You are not in a relationship, you said?" I nodded. "Then here is the first part of the agreement. I will lock you in a chastity belt which will only be opened after the session. You can have the fun of using my bathroom to jerk off, and then the belt goes back on."

"All my clients have to understand this. If you don't like it, then we'll stop now, and you can find another person to punish you. This part of the relationship lasts for the first year, and then I'll review it. Some clients are still in the belt, and some are free. But it's my decision as to what happens."

"You cannot come to this house except at the times that I allow you. As soon as you come in you must have the fee in cash. However, having the fee doesn't entitle you to come whenever you feel like it. We will agree on a punishment schedule and I only expect to see you then. If there's an emergency, like you need to have the belt taken off unexpectedly, then I'll do my best to accommodate you. But it's always my call whether you can come here or not."

"And one last thing. I said I am not a prostitute, and neither am I a woman who hates men. My skills come from being an actress, and sometimes you will be certain that I'm not acting - but I always am. One of my clients turned down a job in New York City because he wasn't sure he'd find a mistress as good. You will get your money's worth."

We discussed other things - my fantasy of being the disciplined maid, and how I should be whipped in my uniform for my clumsiness. Mistress would allow me to change at her house, and she showed me her collection of whips and paddles. We agreed on a punishment routine, and she mentioned a price lower than I had expected.

I had a good job, so I visited her every two weeks. Mistress was right about her skills. She knew just how to dominate a man and how to cater to what turned him on. I was getting painful pleasure and long ago I had forgotten about her acting the part - she was just so good you had to believe that she meant what she said and did.

Her approach was domineering during the sessions and businesslike but reasonably friendly afterwards. The chastity belt made me keen to see her and be unlocked, although it was not the problem that I thought it would be.

I experimented with the dungeon furniture and punishment toys, but after a while I was getting my pleasure from being confined in the pillory and being paddled and caned. Each visit started with me putting the money down on her kitchen table, then going down into the basement and changing into my maid's outfit.

One night shortly before the first year was up the session was different. My ass was sore from the caning, and as the session had apparently ended I expected her to release me from the stocks and undo the chastity belt. However, she said "I have a little surprise for you" and tied a scarf over my eyes.

Then she undid the belt and I heard her go up the stairs. I couldn't call out because of the ball gag in my mouth. Was I supposed to somehow get an orgasm when my penis was hanging in the air, the skirt of my uniform around my waist where she had caned and paddled me? I tried to get out of the pillory, but because of the long satin gloves I wore I wasn't able to feel anything, so I stood there with my ankles tied wide apart because of the spreader bar, my feet aching from the heels, unable to move.

It seemed like an eternity, though she was gone probably only ten minutes, and then I heard her heels on the stairs and smelled her perfume again. Her gloved hand took my penis and put it into her mouth. The sucking, slow at first, became faster and eventually I had to surrender to an orgasm which was mindshatteringly strong. I heard her gulp down my come, and then she let go of my penis and went back upstairs.

A few minutes later she came downstairs and took off my blindfold and gag. She said "I think you've earned your longtime release from the belt - if you want it, that is." "Can I go for two weeks and think about it?" I asked. "Sure," she said. "Now get changed and wash yourself in the bathroom and see me in the kitchen."

I changed and cleaned up and, with some difficulty, sat on the chair opposite her at the kitchen table. Her manner had changed - she was no longer the dominatrix in the basement. "I'm sorry," she said, "but you were part of an experiment. I told you that there would be no sexual relationship between us, and there hasn't been. That wasn't me sucking you off just now."

‘So who was she?" I said. "She certainly did a good job." "Did she?" said Mistress, "I'm surprised." My dick had that satisfied glow that comes from being given an orgasm by another person rather than my hand. "Are you going to do this every time?" I asked. Mistress smiled. "No, it's a one-time thing. Let me tell you what happened."

"I have other clients, as you know. The deal is rather similar to yours - the chastity belt, and so on." I was confused. "So you had a woman come to you and you put her in a female chastity belt?" Mistress looked a little pained. "You're not getting it, are you."

And suddenly I got it. "That wasn't a woman, was it?" "No, I'm afraid not. That was another one of my clients." I couldn't believe it. "What sort of man wants to do that, unless he's gay?" "He's not gay," said Mistress.

"He's been coming to me for around three months. He could only afford to come once a month, and wearing the belt really got to him. I told him that he could stop coming to me, and I would take the belt off. That was something I would do for anyone, including you, had you asked. But he wanted to continue sessions, and I wouldn't do that."

"I told him to think about what he wanted most, and to get back to me when he had made up his mind. I next saw him around a week later when he leapt out on me when I came home. Luckily I have a good neighbor who saw what was happening. Even more luckily, he believed the story that this was an old boyfriend with a taste for strange practical jokes."

"So I ended up with this man across the table from me, just as you are now. I was shaken and angry, and it was only that I might get problems with the police that stopped me from calling them. I told you that I was once an actress, but sometimes things happen to all of us and there's no script written to tell us what to do."

"So I came up with this idea of punishing him. Right then and there I would have given up doing what I'm doing and just walked away, but I was too angry to let him dictate what I would do. So I told him that he would have to do what he just did to you to every one of my clients before I would release him from the belt. And I have over a dozen clients."

"Now I appreciate that you probably feel that you don't want to continue our relationship, and to tell you the truth I'm not so keen to continue to providing services if people are going to turn out like this guy - Mr. Nastyman, as I call him. So here's your money back for tonight and maybe you can call me before two weeks are up to see what you want to do - and what I want to do."

I staggered out to my car and tried to deal with what I'd just heard. Right then I felt sick to my stomach, yet I couldn't think of what else Mistress could have done. I just wish I hadn't been part of the punishment. But at least my penis was free and I could pleasure myself whenever I wanted.

Over the next few days I gradually made my mind up. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. "Mistress, this is Mike, and I sure hope you want to stay in the business, because I'll still use you," I said to her answering machine.

I didn't hear anything until the day before our next session was due. "Mike, this is Mistress. All my clients who know about this want to continue, and I think I can continue too. I got fed up with Mr. Nastyman throwing up all over my bathroom so I unlocked him after he'd done some more blowjobs and told him to get lost. Call me if you'll be free tomorrow night."

After the session the next night I felt in pain but relieved. Mistress said, "So do you want to continue?" and I knew I had to. She smiled when I told her "Yes," and smiled even more when I said that I wanted the belt to be locked on between sessions.

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