He sat behind his desk at the bank, just like he had everyday for the past 15 years. He was bored with his job and his life and just didn't feel like working today. He caught himself several times staring out into space and watching customers enter and leave the bank. He usually didn't pay much attention to the people that came in, but today, he paid attention.
She caught his eye as She walked through the door. Her thigh-high three inch heeled black leather boots and black leather skirt and jacket seemed inappropriate for ten o'clock in the morning. Her brown hair was pulled back in a long pony tail and Her make-up was bold. She looked confident and sexy.
As She approached the teller, She pulled a large wad of bills and what appeared to be a deposit slip out of Her jacket. He wondered why in the world a beautiful Woman like that would be carrying such a large amount of cash. She made Her deposit and made Her way to the door. As She left, he noticed every head in the room turn Her way. The women in the bank appeared jealous while the men seemed shocked yet attentive.
He tried to get his mind back on work, but thoughts of the Woman in black leather haunted him. He wondered who She was and where all that money had come from. He caught himself fantasizing about what it would be like to talk to Her, to touch Her body, to see Her naked. His wife's picture sat on his desk, staring at him almost accusingly. He felt guilty for thinking about the sexy Woman, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted Her. He could feel his cock stirring in his suit pants "I've got to stop thinking about this Woman and get back to work," he told himself.
His day seemed to drag by and he went home to his same-old boring home existence. Even at home with his wife, the Woman in leather wasn't far from his mind. He had never been unfaithful to his wife, but something told him that given the opportunity, he'd stray with Her. As he listened to his wife sleep, the Woman popped back into his head. He pictured Her unzipping Her skirt and showing him the treasure chest he knew would lie beneath. He reached into his boxers and began to slowly and quietly stroke himself to thoughts of having Her. As he came, he wanted to call Her name, but didn't know it.
The next day at the bank, he watched to door, hoping to get another look at Her. It was nearly noon when She appeared. She again walked to the teller, made another large cash deposit and was leaving the bank. This time, She was dressed in skin tight leather pants, leather jacket and high-heeled black pumps. He couldn't let Her get away this time. He leapt out of his chair and walked quickly toward Her. "Miss, I couldn't help but notice that you make very large cash deposits. I don't think that walking around with that kind of cash is safe for a Woman," he stuttered. The Woman in black leather grinned what seemed to be an almost evil grin. She stepped closer to him and whispered, "I don't think I have anything to worry about, now if you will excuse Me." She turned to leave and walked out of the bank. The man panicked. "She leaving!" he thought to himself. He followed Her out the door and on to the street. "Miss!" he called to Her. She sharply turned around. He nearly ran to her. She reached into Her pocket and pulled out a business card, handed to him and walked away. "Vixen Mistress Rachel" it read with a picture of her on it. Her home and email address were also printed on the card.
"She's a Mistress," he thought, "I should have known by her clothes." He returned to his office to finish his day. He continued to think about Her, but told himself that it was just not something he could get into. He knew nothing of that kind of lifestyle and before today had never given it any thought. He threw the card in the waste basket, but continued to look over it at every few minutes. "You have to stop thinking like this!" he told himself. "There's no way I could ever serve Her!" He reached into the waste basket, retrieved the card and stuck it in his top drawer.
At the end of the day, he went home to his wife, just as he did every night. They had a quiet dinner and watched TV, but he was just not there. His thoughts were with the Mistress. That night, once again, he stroked himself thinking about Her. He thought of Her voice commanding him to obey. He had no clue what She would force him to do, but the thought of giving himself to Her made him cum so hard.
The Mistress stayed in his thoughts for weeks. He saw Her everyday for just minutes as She made Her deposits but She never looked his way. Every night, he masturbated to the thought of Her and even fucked his wife thinking of Her. He wanted so badly to call out the Mistress' name as he fucked her. She was tattooed into his brain and he began to realize that the only way to purge his thoughts of Her was to go see Her. Once again, at nearly noon, the Mistress entered the bank. She looked amazing. Her hair pulled back neatly, Her full lips and nails painted bright red, and as always in very high heels and leather. She made her deposit and left the bank and this time, he followed Her out. "Ma'am," he called to Her, his voice quivering and his cock moving around in his pants. "I need you." His head was bowed so that he could not make eye contact with Her. She turned and walked back to him. She firmly grabbed his jaw and raised his face to look into his eyes. "I know you do, little one. I know that you need Me to control that thing between your legs," She whispered to him. "Yes, Ma'am," he said, nodding to Her. "Five thirty," She said and walked away. His cock was at full attention as he watched her leave. He was embarrassed by the scene, but somehow didn't care.
The clock had never moved slower in his life. When five o'clock finally arrived he grabbed Her card and practically ran for his car. He somehow knew that being late would not be a good thing. He looked at Her address and knew where to go. In his mind, he had driven that route a million times. He got to Her house at with five minutes to spare. His hand was trembling as he rang the bell. A young woman answered the door. She looked to be in her early twenties and was dressed in a Catholic school girl uniform, right down to the platform leather shoes and knee-high white socks. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked innocent in an almost slutty sort of way. "The Mistress is expecting you," she said softly. "You may leave your tribute here on the table." The man's heart began to race. "Tribute?" he thought to himself and then he remembered the huge cash deposits that She made daily. He began to panic. "What if I don't have enough? What will She do to me?" He reached into his wallet and pulled out everything he had. Two one hundred dollar bills, one fifty dollar bill, three twenty dollar bills, a five and a few singles. He laid them on the table and looked up hopefully at the girl. She nodded to him and told him to follow.
The Mistress' home looked like any other home. It was comfortable feeling and a tad bit homey. He was not sure what to expect. The girl lead him down a flight of stairs to a dark room. There were a few lamps lit and several candles, but the room was still very dim. "You need to take off your clothes and sit here," the girl told him, pointing to a metal folding chair. He reluctantly stripped, his heart still pounding. He was wondering if he had made the right decision to come here. As he sat naked on the cold chair, the Mistress entered the room. She was wearing a very short black leather skirt, a black leather bra, thigh high black stockings and platform black leather pumps. He looked in awe at Her and in any other situation would have been rock hard looking at Her, but he was so nervous that his dick nearly shrank up into his body. His eyes lowered to the floor as she approached. She firmly grabbed his jaw, much harder than She had on the street. "Listen to Me, little one," she softly insisted. "You belong to Me now. I own you. I can see by the ring on your finger that you are married, but this means nothing to Me. You will not masturbate without My supervision, nor will you fuck that bitch at home without My permission. That thing between your legs belongs to Me. You will never speak of Me, but I will be in your thoughts always. Mind, body and soul, you are owned by Me." She release his jaw. "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, nodding.
"Now stand up so I can have a look at you." He rose from the chair as She examined his body almost clinically. She snapped her fingers and the young woman brought her a latex glove and lube. His eyes widened for he knew what they were for. She firmly cupped his balls and for the first time since he arrived he felt the cock that she now owned begin to stir. She slapped it hard. He yelped at the pain and the shock of it. "This will only get hard at My command, little one," she said softly. "Yes, Ma'am." She walked behind him and lubed her fingers. He held his breath because he knew what was coming. She tapped his thigh, indicating that She wanted him to part his legs. She slid her finger inside him feeling him tighten up. "Relax," she said as she continued to probe him. He let out a soft moan as she found his prostate and he wondered if that was appropriate. "Quiet!" She said as she continued to massage his prostate. He felt himself start to get hard again and slapped it down.
He winced at the pain, but made no noise. "Good boy," she said. "I can tell that you and the little misses have never played rough. You have a very tight little virgin ass." He nodded, "Yes, Ma'am." She snapped Her fingers again and the young woman brought Her a long, thin probe. She lubed it and slid it inside. He was surprised at how good it felt. He slapped the cock that She now owns again to keep it down, but it started to freely ooze pre-cum. "It's okay, little one. That is going to happen." He felt the overwhelming need to back up to Her. "Oh my God," he thought, "I want to be fucked by Her!" In his wildest fantasies he had never dreamed of wanting his ass fucked, but he needed it from Her.
She pulled the probe out of him and walked into another room. The young woman motioned for him to follow her and she lead him to a bed with bright red silk sheets. "Lie down here and wait for the Mistress," the girl said, her eyes on the floor. He laid down on the bed, now more excited than nervous. He was praying for her to return and let him make love to Her. He knew the chance of this was slim, but he wanted to make Her cum so badly. When She returned, She held a riding crop in Her hand and She was still wearing the pumps and stockings, but the skirt was replaced with a harness and a strap-on dildo and Her leather bra was gone.
Her breasts were small, but incredible looking. The thing between his legs shot up almost instantly. She cracked it sharply with the riding crop and he screamed. "No, no, no, little one." Her cock shrank back down and nearly disappeared into his body. "Yes, Ma'am," he said as the tears welled up in his eyes. "Flat on your back," the Mistress ordered and She climbed up onto his chest. The strap-on cock pointed right at his lips. "Ever suck a cock, My new little whore?" She asked, rubbing it on his mouth and nose, taunting him. "No, Ma'am." She laughed. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" She asked, smiling wildly. She shoved the head of Her strap-on between his lips and pushed it into the back of his throat. He gagged and his body thrashed beneath Her. She pulled back and pushed again. "Take it like a good little slut," She ordered smiling wickedly. He opened his throat and took it nearly all the way down. "Good boy. You will learn to suck My cock." As She pushed it in again, he could smell Her juices and he knew that feeding him Her cock was turning Her on. He'd suck Her cock for hours just for one taste of Her. She straddled him and worked his mouth until his jaws and throat ached. Then She reached down between Her beautiful thighs and pushed Her finger inside Her. Her finger was wet with Her juices as She rubbed it across his lips. "Please, Ma'am," he pleaded, wanting to taste more of Her.
She snapped Her fingers again and the young woman came to Her. The Mistress laid down next to him on the bed and opened Her legs. "Thank You, Ma'am," the girl said as she crawled between the Mistress' legs and began to lick Her. "Watch," the Mistress ordered as the young woman eagerly licked and sucked the Mistress' shaved pussy. She moaned and grabbed the girl by her pigtails and pulled her deeper. The pre-cum dripped from his soft cock and he so badly wanted to get hard and please the Mistress. The cock that She owned twitched and he slapped at it again. "Please, Beautiful Mistress. May I taste You? May I make You cum?" The Mistress' sexy body began to quiver as She let out the sweetest moan he had ever heard. She panted and squeezed the girl between Her legs and then cried out as Her body tensed and came. The young woman got up and licked Her pretty lips. "Thank you, Mistress," she said, her eyes gazing at the floor. "The right to make Me cum has to be earned, little one. Maybe someday you will be worthy, but not yet." He nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."
The Mistress got upon Her knees and pulled his legs apart. She got between them and pulled his legs up toward his chest. His eyes could not hide his fear. "Please, Mistress, I've never done this before. I'm not sure I can." Her facial expression changed from amusement to irritation. "You can and you will, slut. I told you. I own you. All of you. This ass of Mine is going to be used for My pleasure." The young woman came to Her and squirted lube on the strap-on cock. "Yes, Ma'am. I am here to please You, Mistress." She eased the head of Her cock into his tight little asshole. "Relax, little one, or this will hurt," She said softly. "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered as he felt Her go deeper. The strap-on pressed inside of him, stretching him. It was not a very large dildo, not much bigger than his own cock, but it felt huge inside him. He watched the Mistress as She began to move in him. "She's so fucking beautiful!" he thought as he began to relax and accept Her cock. It began to feel incredible inside his ass and he wanted to move with Her. His hips began to push back against Her and She smiled widely. "You like that, don't you, slut?" He wanted more. He needed more! "Yes, Ma'am. Oh, Mistress, please fuck Me. I love being your slut!"
She reached for the thing between his legs as She fucked him and let it get hard in Her hand. "Mistress!" he screamed, "I'm going to cum!" She laughed and said, "No, you're not," and grabbed his balls hard. He cried out and She pulled harder. Her new cock was still rock hard and throbbing. She pounded into him, making him moan and pant. "I love you, Mistress!" he cried, "Please fuck Me harder!" She slammed Her cock into his newly slutty ass while She played with his hardness. "Mistress! Oh my God, Mistress!" he screamed, feeling his cum rise. She pointed the head of the cock that She owned toward his face and he shot the biggest loaded he'd ever cum in his life. The warm, sticky cum covered his face, lips and chest. He screamed as She gave him one last hard thrust and Her cock fell limp onto his tummy.
She got off of him and left the room. The young woman came to him and handed him a warm towel. "I'll show you to the bathroom," she said. She collected his clothes and he followed her. When he returned, the young girl was waiting outside the door for him. She lead him up the stairs and to the door. "The Mistress will see you again next week. Please come more prepared," she said, looking at the pile of bills on the table. He understood her meaning and left the Mistress' home. For the first since he arrived at Her house, he wondered how he was going to explain his absence to his wife. Whatever it was, it was going to have to be good, because he knew that come Hell or high water, there was no way he was going to miss next week with his Mistress.
