Blonde Mistress

“Eat me, slave, or I’ll light the cigarette.” The cigarette was
already in her mouth. I looked up at her as she picked up the lighter
from the desk with her left hand. I am naked and kneeling in front of
her, with my ankles and wrists bound behind my back and tied to the
bottom drawer of a file cabinet. My jaw felt sore, and I knew it was
just a matter of time before my jaw would be so sore that I could no
longer eat her pussy. My arms are sore and getting stiffer, having
been tied behind my back for a couple of hours. My knees are sore as
well. Mistress lounges in my office chair in front of me with her
legs spread, naked as well. I glance through the office window and
notice that it’s dark out. I look back at my Mistress, about to light
the cigarette. She is an attractive woman, about 5’ 7″ tall, with
blonde hair and green eyes. I think she is about 25. She is a little
plump, but not fat. Her breasts are a soft 42D, with small nipples.
She keeps the area around her pussy trimmed. I leaned forward into
Mistress’ wet pussy and resumed licking and sucking. I heard her put
the lighter on the desk, and I could hear her mewing as I sucked on
her clit. My mind started to wander, and I thought about how I got
myself in this position.

I’m the office manager of a title insurance company. I work with a
lawyer that does title searches, and three secretaries that put
together the title documents. Our offices are in a five story office
building in a suburban park, with about a dozen other companies. One
day, as I was going to lunch, I saw this nice looking young lady in
the hallway. She saw me, and asked “Can you tell me where the
Traveler’s Insurance Company is?” “Yes, it’s just down the hall. Let
me take you there.” I walked her to the Traveler’s office, and then I
went on my way. I saw her again about a week later, and stopped to
say hello. She said hi, and told me her name was Betsy. She told me
that she started working at Traveler’s as an executive secretary. We
talked about the weather and traffic for a few minutes. I asked her
out to lunch, and she said sure. We met later that day in the lobby,
and we went to a nearby Italian restaurant. We talked about things we
saw in the building, and about what went on in our offices. After
lunch, as we returned to the office, I asked her if we could go out
for lunch again. She agreed, and we set up a date for next Wednesday.

The week flew by, and I met Betsy in the lobby for our second date.
We went to a nearby Chinese buffet. We talked about what had happened
to us that week, and about what we did over the weekend. I asked her
if she would like to go out again, and she suggested another Wednesday
lunch date. We started going to lunch together every Wednesday.
After a couple more lunches, we were more comfortable with each other
and started talking about our personal lives. Time passed and I found
myself looking forward to our Wednesday lunches. We had been lunching
for a couple of months, when she surprised me one day by talking about
sexual dominance and submission. I felt comfortable with her and
shared some of my submissive fantasies with her. I was concerned that
she might be offended, but she seemed interested in my fantasies. She
even asked questions about some aspects of my fantasies. I had a hard
time remaining calm in the restaurant while we talked about my
fantasies. I was daydreaming when I returned to the office that day.
I looked forward to our next lunch all week, but when we got together
again the next week, the subject didn’t come up. It never came up
again at lunch.

I enjoyed our Wednesday lunches, but I wasn’t expecting anything else
to develop with Betsy. I was a little scared to ask her out on an
evening date, and I didn’t know if she was dating other guys. I was
busy with office work, and I hadn’t gone out in a while. I was
enjoying the time I was spending with Betsy, and the conversation we
were having. One day while we were at lunch I was waiting for the
check when she handed me a note. I opened the note, and read “If you
want to obey and serve me, meet me at the south building entrance at
5:30 today.” I was surprised. It had been a few months since that
lunch where I’d shared my fantasies with her. We had talked about so
many different things. I didn’t realize that she was a dominant. I
thought for a while, and nodded yes. I wanted to act out my
submissive fantasies, and Betsy was a nice looking lady.

I was lost in thought the whole time we were driving back to the
office. I walked Betsy to her office, and said “See you later” as she
went back to work. I went back to my office, and starting reviewing
the budget. I had trouble concentrating on work, and I was glad when
the afternoon had passed and the clock read 5:15. Everyone in the
office had already left, and I was finishing up a status report. I
locked up the office at 5:25, and met Betsy at the south entrance.
She didn’t smile or say hello. “Follow me”, she commanded. She
turned around and started walking to the parking lot. I followed her
to her car, a Mazda Miada, which she unlocked electronically. “Open
the door for me”. I stepped around her and opened the car door for
her. I held it open as she bent over and got a pair of handcuffs and
a blindfold from the rear seat. “Turn around.” I turned around, and
put my arms behind my back. I could feel the handcuffs locking on my
wrists, and the blindfold being put over my eyes. I felt her leading
me around the car, and heard her opening the door. “Get in the car.”
I ducked, and felt for the car seat. I slid in the car, and heard my
door shut. A few seconds later, I heard her door shut. She started
the engine, and I felt the car moving.

I rode for what seemed to be about thirty minutes. Betsy didn’t say a
word the whole trip, and I didn’t say anything either. I was
interested in what she had in mind, although I was uncomfortable in
the car seat with the handcuffs digging into my back. My left
shoulder was hurting from sitting twisted to keep the handcuffs out of
my back. Finally, I heard her turn off the engine and open her car
door. My car door opened. “Get out the car.” I squirmed and got out
of the car and stood by it. I heard the car door slam, and I felt a
collar being put around my neck. I felt a tug, and started walking. I
followed the direction of the tugging. When the tugging stopped, I
stopped walking. I felt her unlocking the handcuffs from my wrists.
I heard the command, “Take your clothes off.” I was still
blindfolded, so I just dropped the clothing as I removed it. After I
had taken everything off, I stood there, not knowing what else to do.
After a couple of minutes I heard, “Remove your blindfold.” I reached
behind my head, found the buckle, and took the blindfold off. I was
standing in a living room, and Betsy was sitting on the couch, smoking
a cigarette. She was wearing a black leather bra and panties. “Pick
up your clothes, put them in a pile in the corner there, and return to
where you’re standing.” I picked up my clothes, folded them, and put
them in the corner she pointed to. I returned to where I had been
standing. I was naked, except for the collar. My cock was hard as I
wondered what I would be doing.

“Good. Now put your arms behind your back and clasp your hands.
That’s the position I want you to stand in while you wait for my
commands. Now, get me a beer.” I looked around, and went into the
room that looked like the kitchen. I found the refrigerator, and
opened it. I got a beer, opened it, and returned to the living room.
I was about to set the beer down on the end table by her, when she
shouted, “Idiot, I don’t drink beer from a can. Do I have to tell you
everything!” I returned to the kitchen, and looked through the
cabinets until I found beer glasses. I poured her beer, found the
trash can, threw the can away, and returned to the living room. I
found a coaster on the end table, and set the glass down near her.
“That’s better”. I returned to my position and waited for her next
command. I didn’t have to wait long. “Get the feather duster from
the hall closet, and start dusting the living room.” I walked to the
hall, found the closet, and found the feather duster. I returned to
the living room, and started dusting. Mistress directed me to dust
various objects in the room. As I walked around the room, I could see
out the windows, and realized she lived in an apartment. I spent the
next couple of hours fetching snacks, drinks, and other things for
her, and cleaning the apartment, while she sat on the sofa smoking. I
was standing in my position watching her finish a cigarette when I
heard her command, “Clean this ashtray.” I walked over, picked up the
ashtray from the end table, and walked into the kitchen. When I
returned with the clean ashtray she smiled and said, “Good. You are
learning how to please me. Put your clothes back on.” I put the
ashtray on the end table, and walked over to where my clothes were
folded. I put them on, and she came over to me and put the blindfold
on. I felt a tug on the collar, and I followed the tugs. I felt her
removing the collar, and then I heard the car door open. “Get in.”
I slid in, and heard her get in the car and start the engine. We rode
for a while, then I heard her say, “Take the blindfold off.” I took
the blindfold off, and saw we were in the office parking lot. She
didn’t say another word, and I got out of the car. She sped away
while I was closing the car door. I got into my car and went home,
amazed at what had just happened.

The rest of the week went by, and I found myself thinking often about
Betsy and what we had done. I knew that I enjoyed serving her, and
wanted to keep serving her. I wanted to see her more than once a
week, but I dared not call her. Finally, Wednesday rolled around
again, and we met in the lobby for lunch. I opened the door to the
building for her, and her car door. When we arrived at the café, she
waited while I walked around the car to open the door for her. I held
the door open for her as she entered the café. At lunch, we talked
about the usual office things, although I wanted to tell her how much
I needed to serve her. I was waiting for the check when she handed me
a note. I opened the note, and read “Meet me at the south building
entrance at 5:30”. I nodded yes, and we returned to work.

I met Betsy after work, and followed her to her car. I opened the car
door for her, and she got the blindfold and handcuffs out, and put
them on me. We drove to her apartment just like before, and soon I
was standing naked, except for the collar, in my position before her.
She was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, and had on the black
leather bra and panties. “Come here”, she commanded. I walked over
to her. She picked up the handcuffs, and locked both ends around the
base of my cock, behind my balls. The chain hung a couple of inches.
“From now on, I want you to put the handcuffs on like this when you
get undressed. Look over on the bookcase. Do you see the weights? I
looked over to the bookcase. It was a half height bookcase, with
three cylindric weights on top. I had seen them before, and thought
they were a display. Each weight had a snap hook tied to the ball on
top of the weights. “Yes Mistress, I see them”, I replied. She
continued, “The smallest weight is two pounds, the middle weight five,
and the largest weight ten. After you lock the handcuffs to your
cock, choose one of them and hook it to the handcuff chain. If you
choose to wear the ten-pound weight, I’ll take off my bra and panties,
and you’ll have the pleasure of serving my naked body. If you choose
the five-pound weight, I’ll take my panties off. If you choose the
two-pound weight, I’ll remain in my leather outfit.” As much as I
wanted to see Mistress naked, I didn’t know if I could handle ten
pounds hanging from my cock for two hours. I walked over to the
bookcase and chose the five-pound weight, and hooked it to the
handcuff chain. I let go of the weight, and the tug wasn’t too bad.
I walked back to my spot, and put my arms behind my back. Betsy stood
up, slipped her panties off, and sat down. I noticed that the hair
around her pussy was neatly trimmed. I spent the next couple of hours
fetching things for her, and cleaning the apartment, as she sat on the
sofa watching. I had to walk slowly to keep the weight hanging
between my legs from swinging too much. She smoked as I got her
drinks and snacks, and cleaned the ashtray she was using. Every time
I got close to her, I just stared at her pussy. Finally she smiled
and said, “Good. You have pleased me. I hope you enjoyed looking at
my pussy. ” She tossed me the key to the handcuffs. “Take the
handcuffs off and put your clothes back on.” I took the weight off
the handcuffs, and unlocked them. I put the weight back on the
bookcase, along with the handcuffs and key. I put my clothes back on,
and she put the blindfold on me. She drove me back to the office
parking lot, like before. I got into my car and went home, horny as
hell.

Next Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough for me. Betsy and I had
lunch, and I met her after work. We went to her apartment, and soon I
was standing naked before her with the ten-pound weight hanging from
my cock. She sat there and took a couple of drags on her cigarette
before she put the cigarette down, stood up, removed her bra and
panties, and sat down. I stared at her breasts. I knew that they
were large, but now I could see that they were well rounded, but her
nipples were rather small. I spent the next couple of hours fetching
things for her, and cleaning the apartment, as she sat on the sofa
watching. I had to walk slowly with the ten-pound weight hanging
between my legs. Every time I got near her, I just stared at her
breasts. Finally she smiled and said, “Good. You have pleased me. I
hope you enjoyed staring at my breasts. ” I got dressed, and she
brought me back to the office parking lot.

The next week I was back at Betsy’s apartment, naked, with the
ten-pound weight hanging from my cock, waiting to serve her. She sat
on the sofa naked, smoking a cigarette. “Get me a beer.” I went into
the kitchen, and brought her a beer. I stared at her breasts as I put
the beer down by her. “Would you like to eat my pussy?” “Yes
Mistress, I would”, I eagerly replied. “You must earn the privilege
of eating my pussy. Stand by the dining room table.” I walked over
to the dining room table. Mistress got up, picked up another pair of
handcuffs, and walked over to me. She handcuffed my wrists behind my
back, and reached under the table. She picked up a rope, tied the
rope to the handcuffs attached to my cock, and then to the handcuffs
attached to my wrists. “Kneel down”, she commanded, and I got on my
knees and watched her. She stepped in front of me, her pussy inches
from my face. “Smell it”, she commanded. I moved forward a little,
and savored her scent for about a minute. She turned and walked away
from me. She stopped, and bent over to put her panties on the floor
about three feet in front of the sofa. She then walked to the sofa
and sat down. She lit a cigarette, took a drag, then commanded,
“Crawl over and eat my pussy.” I started crawling towards her, then
felt a tug on my cock when I was about six feet away from the sofa. I
turned my head, and saw that my cock was tied to a 50-pound barbell
weight laying flat on the carpet under the dining room table. I
leaned forward and pulled on the weight until I thought my cock was
going to be yanked off. I felt the weight move about a quarter inch.
I stopped struggling and caught my breath, and I saw Mistress lounging
on the sofa stroking her pussy. She was watching me. “I’m horny,
come eat me”, she cooed. It took me about fifteen minutes to drag
that weight a foot. My cock was sore, both from trying to drag the
large weight, and from the ten-pound weight swinging between my legs.
I was sweating, and wondering if I could drag that weight any further.
I slumped to the floor, and my face fell into Mistress’ panties. I
could smell her scent and the scent of leather. I lay in that
position for a couple of minutes. I probably would have stayed there
sniffing her panties, but I heard Mistress’ voice command me. “Get
up.” I struggled to get back on my knees, and I saw Mistress lounge
on the sofa fingering her pussy. I struggled for about another thirty
minutes until I was close enough to the sofa to bury my face in
Mistress’ wet pussy. I licked and nibbled on her clit for about
fifteen minutes, and I think she had two orgasms before she commanded
me to stop. She untied the rope, and unlocked the handcuffs from
behind my back. “Put the weight back under the table.” I slid the
weight under the dining room table, and then returned to my position.
I spent the last thirty minutes fetching things for her and staring at
her. Finally she smiled and said, “Good. You have pleased me. I
hope you enjoyed eating my pussy. ” I got dressed, and she brought me
back to my car.

The next week I was back at Mistress’ apartment, naked, with the
ten-pound weight hanging from my cock, waiting to serve her. She sat
on the sofa naked, smoking a cigarette. “Get me a beer.” I went into
the kitchen, and brought her a beer. I stared at her breasts as I put
the beer down by her. She took a few sips, then asked me “Would you
like to fondle my breasts?” “Yes Mistress, I would”, I replied. “You
must earn the privilege of fondling my breasts.” I wondered what
she’d have me do, remembering what I had to do to eat her pussy. She
stood up, and brought me near the kitchen doorway. She hooked my
collar to an eye that was screwed into the wall. I was standing with
my back against the wall, unable to bend or move. She walked into the
bedroom, and soon returned. She was carrying a pair of five-pound
weights. She handed them to me, and commanded, “Clip these weights to
your nipples.” I saw the binder clips on the ends of the weights. I
winced as I clipped my left nipple. When I let go of the five-pound
weight, to have both hands free, I almost screamed from the pain. I
hurriedly clipped my other nipple. As soon as I got the clips on both
nipples, I grabbed the weights, one in each hand, and held them.
Mistress was standing in front of me. “Do you still want to fondle my
breasts?” “Yes Mistress”, I answered quietly. “Then let go of the
weights.” I let go of the weights. The pain in my nipples was sharp
at first, then dulled a little. I could only stand the pain for about
thirty seconds before I grabbed the weights again. The pain from the
clamps was nothing compared to the pain from the weights pulling on my
nipples. After about a minute, I let go of the weights again. This
time I was able to stand the pain longer, and after about a minute,
Mistress stepped forward, and whispered, “You may fondle my breasts
now.” I reached up and felt the softness of her breasts. Her nipples
stayed small even as I played with them. I squeezed her breasts for
about a minute, until the pain in my nipples was too great. As soon
as I grabbed the weights, Mistress’ stepped back. I rested my nipples
for a couple of minutes, and let go of the weights again. After about
a minute, Mistress stepped forward. I fondled her breasts for a
couple of minutes until the pain in my nipples was too great, and I
grabbed the weights. I rested my nipples for a few minutes, and let
go of the weights. After a minute Mistress stepped forward and I
fondled Mistress’ breasts once more for about a minute. Again, the
pain in my nipples forced me to stop fondling and grab the weights.
My nipples were hurting too much for me to let go of the weights
again. We both stood there for about five minutes until she commanded
me, “Unclip the weights.” I unclipped the weights from my nipples,
wincing as the blood returned to each one. She put the weights in her
bedroom, and returned to unhook me from the wall. I spent the last
hour and a half fetching things for her and cleaning her apartment.
Finally she smiled and said, “Good. You have pleased me. I hope you
enjoyed fondling my breasts. ” I got dressed, and she brought me back
to the office parking lot.

The next week, I met Mistress at the south entrance. I was ready to
follow her to her car, when I heard her ask, “Is there anyone in your
office?” “No, I locked up”, I replied. “Good. Let’s go.” I
followed her up to the door to the office. She waited as I unlocked
the door. We walked in, and I locked the door. She followed me to my
office. I opened the door and she walked in. I closed and locked the
door. “Strip”, she commanded. I was a little nervous because the
blinds were open, and it was still light out. I removed my clothes
and put them in the corner by the door. She took out a rope, and tied
my hands behind my back. “Kneel”, I heard. I knelt down, and she
tied my ankles together. My wrists and ankles were tied together, and
then tied to a file cabinet handle. I knelt there and watched as
Mistress removed her office clothes. She was wearing a white silk bra
and panties. When she was naked, she sat in my office chair, and
rolled over to where I was kneeling. She got cigarettes and a lighter
from her purse, and started to light a cigarette. “Please Mistress,
don’t smoke in my office”, I pleaded. A wicked grin came over her
face, and she took the cigarette out of her mouth. “Very well. I
won’t smoke for now. Eat my pussy.” She spread her legs wide, and I
moved to bury my face in her pussy. I felt a tug, and the rope kept
me from reaching her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick
her clit. She let me lick her with the tip of my tongue for a couple
of minutes before she moved the chair closer to me. I dived in and
started sucking on her clit, happy to be serving my Mistress. I
licked and sucked for about twenty minutes, until my jaw started to
get sore. I stopped for a minute to rest my jaw. I looked up at her
as she picked up the cigarette from the desk and put it in her mouth.
“Eat me, slave, or I’ll light the cigarette.” I watched her pick up
the lighter from the desk with her left hand. I leaned forward into
Mistress’ wet pussy and resumed licking and sucking. I heard her put
the lighter on the desk, and I could hear her mewing as I sucked on
her clit.