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A New Experience (Milky and Zalvek)

Zalvek

Zalvek

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 14, 2009
Location
GA
It was always a small string of curiosity that tugged at James' mind. Those random images he found as a teenager online, while looking up porn and coming across something that was just so bizarre and unusual, and yet at the same time every so enticing. To this day, the images of a tall, gorgeous blond-haired woman covered in skin-tight leather striking at a naked male upside down and bound with a riding crop was still engraved into his mind. The curiosity was always so strong, yet somehow he always was too scared to look back at it again.

As time went on, he found himself looking on the internet, eagerly seeking more information about that image he had seen before. The bondage part was easy enough to figure out, but soon he had found a myriad of links and websites telling him all about this delightfully wonderful fetish known as femdom.

Even now the thoughts of the subject lingered in his mind. He would often think about it idly while at work, or even when he was out on a date with that cute girl from the office, as he fantasized about her tying him up, or forcing him to kneel before her perfect feminine form.

The thoughts were almost too strong now, and James needed to get his urges out somehow. It was then that he happened across a professional dominatrix in the area. Although it took some heavy consideration, he soon caved and gave her a call to his address, and she would be here within a few minutes.

James had made sure that the house was clean and suitable to her tastes. He had also taken the time to trim his brown hair, and put his contacts in over his blue eyes. With a heavy sigh of anticipation, he sat on the couch in the living room, waiting eagerly.
 
-Click- -Click- -Click-....

Came the sound to Alice's heels on the cement path to a suburban home. She gripped a large duffle bag in one hand, her finely manicured nails digging into the flesh of her palm.

She was taller than your average woman, 5'9. With medium length blond and black hair. Her peircing green eyes narrowed as she approched the door. She gave a jolting knock to the door and waited impatiently for this evenings client to answer.

In her mind she imagined yet another fat, balding 40 something year old with a high paying job and a loveless marriage. She shuddered, her nose wrinkling in disgust. Alice just barely managed to tuck away her feeling of contempt, ajusting the collar of her frock coat.
 
James could hear her walking up the sidewalk towards his home. He didn't know how, but he just knew immediately that it was her, and he was suddenly very nervous regarding the whole matter. As he stood up, he took one final deep breath, before heading out of the living room and to the front door.

Even though there was some slight hesitation, he grasped the door knob firmly before turning and opening. When he saw the sight before him, he couldn't help but gasp. Of course he expected her to be beautiful, but beautiful alone wasn't a strong enough word to describe what he felt while looking at just her lovely face along. Even though she was wearing a thick coat, he could already imagine the curves that would compliment her body so nicely.

Although it took him a moment, James soon recovered himself and replied, "U-Um, you must be Mistress Alice? Please, do come in..." He hurried to open the door for her and let her in. As soon as he saw the duffle bag he asked, "Would you like me to get your things for you?" He could feel his heart beat in his chest, the anticipation inside of him only growing.
 
Alice's eyebrows lifted in genuine suprise upon seeing who answered the door. Her eyes darted from left to right, hoping this wasn't some poor bastard's grown son. However her attention snapped back to James when she heard what he said.

"Indeed, kindly take this into whatever room we'll be using this evening." She said, stepping inside the threshold and handing him the duffle bag. It looked harmless, but was actually nearly 70 lbs of equipment.

Once inside she unbuttoned each of the tiny little buttons on her coat with deft and meticulus presicion, her nimble fingers quickly reaching the very last button at her waist. She heaved the heavy and coat over the duffle bag in Jame's arms.

Whatever strain she caused him was well worth the view. Alice wore an impossibly tight, black leather corset that amplified her C cup breasts and barely covered them. Her skin was creamy and pale from the lack of sunlight, however here arms were somewhat toned. Most likely from dragging around a 70 lb duffle bag.

She then undid her slacks and tugged them off gracefully, revieling her tight leather pants. Up the backs of the pants, from ankle to ass, was corset style lacing.


"Most of my customers prefer I don't just walk up the drive in this." She said with a sly grin. "Now go on and put that up, we'll discuss the rules of engagement when you return."
 
"Of course Mistress." James quickly took the bag from her. He was surprised by the weight of it and for a moment it weighed his arm down. However he adjusted accordingly and lifted it upright. He was getting ready to take her things up to his bedroom and set them there, but as he saw her slowly and articulately remove her coat, he waited for a moment and decided to take that for her as well.

His eyes were fixed on her slender fingers, which moved with perfect precision that made him not only weary, but aroused as well. When she finally finished unbuttoning her coat, and set it on top of her bag, he readied himself to head upstairs. Or at least he did until he caught sight of exactly why she was wearing a coat to begin with. Much like that image he saw so many years ago, she was wearing an incredibly skin tight leather outfit that complimented her body, and full breasts every so well. A heavy blush covered his cheeks as he could feel arousal both mentally and physically from just gazing at her perfect form.

As she pulled her pants off as well, he could see her lower half was just as perfect, with nice shapely legs and curvy hips that gave her such a wonderful figure. When she spoke, all he could do was nod softly, as James had trouble finding the words to match his emotions. It was only as she ordered him to take her things that he managed to reply with a "Yes mistress," before heading up the stairs and into his main bedroom. He set her bag at the footstep of the bed and placed her coat in his own closet on a hanger.

James hurried downstairs quickly afterwords, as he didn't want to keep his guest waiting.
 
Alice paced infront of him. "James, was it? I believe thats the name you left on my answering machine." She said as she circled him, eyes examining him, scrutinizing him.

She didn't wait for a response. "Well James I'm a professional, and as a professional we have very high standards. So allow me to lay down some very basic rules for you so you can enjoy the evening.."


"Firstly, at no time will you lay your hands on me unless explicitly stated.

Secondly, you will not touch yourself sexually unless I give you permission.

And thirdly your safeword for this evening is jabberwocky. If theres anything I do to you that you do not condone or enjoy, you are responsible for saying the safeword."

Once she finished her speech she stopped infront of him, arms akimbo.

As she awaited his response she pulled a peice of paper from her cleavage. It was a waver. "And, lastly this piece of paper states you cannot sue me for your treatment this evening, you'll need to sign it." She handed it to James and wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue.
 
James could feel himself get more and more nervous. He nodded softly as he replied and said, "Yes, James was correct Mistress Alice." His eyes followed her as she walked around him repeatedly. He wondered and worried if he was able to meet her standards. He had certainly hoped that it was possible, but considering that she did not make any derrogative comments, he couldn't have been too poor.

As she began to list her many rules, he nodded firmly to every single one. All of them seemed to be the standard rules that all professionals had. He thought to himself that he would have to be sure to always have those rules in mind during their session tonight, as he didn't want to mess up in any way to disappoint her.

He blushed when she stopped in front of him, and pulled a piece of paper out of her cleavage and handed it to him. He did not expect the waver, but her explanation was enough to make him feel comforted. He skimmed over it quickly enough, before nodding. He reached into his pocket to get out a ball point pen. Using his hand as a back board, he signed the form quickly enough, before handing it back to her. The flush of pink on his face remained as he awaited what would happen next.
 
Alice took the piece of paper and folded it, tucking it back into her cleavage. Her eyes traced over Jame's form one more time, admiring how shy and naive he seemed to be. This would be quite fun.

"Undress, you're useless to me clothed." She snapped suddenly.

With a brief pause, she added

"Once you're undressed, get on your knees, legs spread shoulder width and put your hands on the back of your head. Don't move a muscle, I need to inspect you."

The entire time James undressed she looked down on him with a piercing gaze that held neither approval or disapproval. Her face was a blank slate, completely unreadable.

She enjoyed the thought of him making himself prone in his own living room at her command, and a slight twitch of a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
 
There was a heavy blush on his cheeks when she ordered him to strip. He replied curtly with a "Yes Mistress," before moving to unbutton his shirt. James worked quickly to make sure that he did not keep her waiting too long, and as soon as he removed his shirt, he set it to his side and quickly worked on his pants.

The denim jeans he wore were stiff, and were able to hide the throbbing erection. As soon as they were around his knees and he stepped out of them, his boxers formed a perfectly pitched tent that was as hard as steel already.

With two fluid motions his undergarments were removed as well, and he was entirely bare for her to see. Although he wasn't buff, James was still lean, and looked healthy. At her second command, he nodded once more and added another "Yes Mistress.". He didn't want to mess up such a basic sign of respect on his first visit.

He followed her words, each one in order as if they were on an instruction sheet. He lowered himself onto the bare hardwood floor, and then shifted his legs wider and wider until they were tense and separated to the distance she wanted. With his hands at the back of his head, he waited silently, as she began to look over his body.

She was silent the entire time he stripped, and to be honest it was a bit unnerving. Her stoic expression that left him only wondering just what was going on in her mind. There wasn't even a nod of approval as he was left only to guess as her emotions over their current situation.
 
Alice smirked as she began to look over his body. He was very attractive, young, and had a nice attentive prick. She bent down and pinched one of his cute, pink nipples. "Okay now you're going to please your Mistress pretty boy."

She grabbed him roughly by the hair and shoved his face into her leather clad pussy. "lick me like your life depends on it." She demanded, gripping a fistfull of his brown locks.

"You're going to live to give me pleasure, and you'll not get a single taste. If you can't make me cum through the leather, you'll be punished." She said with a devious smirk, knowing the taste was impossible through the thick leather. She just wanted to watch him try and would enjoy punishing him.
 
James couldn't help but gasp when she suddenly reached down to tease one of his sensitive nipples. He shuddered as the pink bud hardened under her touch and his eyes fluttered accordingly.

With a quick rough motion, she pressed his lips against her crotch and smothered him between her legs. He let out a muffled but please gasp. She demanded he lick her, and without giving it a second thought, his tongue slipped past his lips and began to flick against the leather. He could taste the leather with every lash, and wondered if he was even able to give her the slightest pleasure.

However, it seemed that it was at least expected of him, and if he didn't do accordingly he would be punished. Soon his tongue began to move even faster, eagerly flicking against the firm leather. As he didn't want to be punished so soon, and he wanted to truly please his mistress and allow her to cum, James licked harder and harder against her sex through the layer of leather frantically.
 
Alice sighed softly, surprised at the pressure he achieved. Enough to send a shiver of pleasure down her spine. "Mmm..I believe I rather like that."

She moved her leg to rest the toe of her boot against his hardened shaft. Using her foot she pressed his cock against his stomach and rubbed lightly.
"Mmm.. keep trying pretty boy."

She looked down at him and slowly licked her lips, seductively wetting them as a low sultry moan left her lips. Her hips rolled, grinding her leather clad cunt against his face. "You have 5 minutes before I punish you."

She laughed deviously. Knowing her punishment would most likely be enjoyable, but she didn't tell him that.
 
The fact that he had at least gotten a moan out of his Mistress was a good sign for him, and made him want to try all the harder to please her. The soft moan she let out made his heart flutter for a moment before he continued to lick with great effort.

James shivered when he felt the pointed tip of her leather boot press against his member. She pointed it upwards and had the warm length press against his stomach. Even the slightest rubbings were enough to make him moan softly against her leather-clad pussy.

His attention was set solely at her sex. Nothing else concerned him right now other than trying to bring his Mistress to climax. Her soft moans and soft bucking only coerced him to try even harder, as he felt that his goal may actually be accomplished if he worked at it.

She told him that he had only five minutes before he would be punished, but James would be sure to beat that time no matter what it took.
 
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