Chapter 7: Bondage & Friends
I arrived at the riverfront house just
shy of 8 pm and pulled into the driveway. The memory of my first
evening at this place flashed back into my mind. I stepped out of my
car, wearing my tan long coat, the one I'd worn on my first encounter
with Ken, and headed up the walkway. Knocking on the door, I
breathed in with anticipation, who would I meet on the other side?
The door swung open and before me
stood, Mitch Wheeler, top town lawyer and father of my former
class-mates, Jacob and Becky, in nothing but black leather shorts and
a long leash and collar around his neck. His chest was bare with a
smattering of black hair across it. A flicker of recognition danced
across his face before he handed me a folded up neat wad of cash
which I deposited quickly into my purse. I stepped in and
immediately was all business.
“You will address me as “Mistress”
from here on,” I commanded. He nodded dutifully. I turned my back
to him and demanded he help me out of my coat, which he did bowing
his head.
“Down on all fours, dog,” I pointed
towards the ground.
“Yes, mistress,” he said,
immediately ducking down onto the ground. Standing there, in a very
short skin-tight black dress and heels to match, I took his leash in
hand and yanked. “Lead me to the bedroom.”
He started crawling towards the hallway
and down we went towards the bedroom. I tried to keep from my mind
the memory of the time I spent with Joe in that room. We entered and
I noticed he had laid out several tools necessary for the evening, a
couple differently sized whips, handcuffs, and attached to the bed
frame were two long ties for hands. I pulled the chain and commanded
him to kneel in the corner. He did so and I walked towards the
table, picking up a long slender whip and blindfold and headed towards him. I walked back to him slowly, stroking the whip between my
hands. Tying the blindfold tightly over his face, I then ran the
whip softly down his cheek, down his hairy chest, played it slowly
over his crotch, before dragging it luxuriously towards his backside
where I slapped it against him. He let out a groan of delight. I
hit him again and again. He groaned pleasurably ever louder. I
found myself loving this for the sheer joy of it.
“Dog,” I said, helping him to his
feet. “Follow me.”
I commanded him to lay on the bed and
tied his hands above his head to the bedposts. I dragged the whip
over his body again and down towards his crotch. His bulge growing
increasing more and more larger. With my free hand, I began pulling
down his shorts slowly. I leaned down and brushed my tongue on
either side of his penis. He wailed slowly and writhed in ecstasy.
I smacked the whip on his chest and he whimpered in delight.
I quietly made my way to the front
hallway and pulled a condom out of my purse. When I reached the room
again, I surveyed him before me. Here was the top lawyer of the
town, powerful and well-known for his successes in the courtroom,
stripped and tied laying blindfolded before me, legs open. A feeling
of power surged over me as I wondered what other town secrets and
sins would I discover in this vocation. I walked over to him and
slipped the condom over his penis. He licked his lips hungrily as I
stroked him with my hands, then let the whip's edge do the same.
Pulling up my dress around my waist, I climbed atop him and guided
him into me. As I rode him, he buckled beneath me and I hit his
chest deliciously with the chest as I brought him to completion.
Once down, I slid out of him and let
his body unravel before untying him and removing the blindfold. He
stood before me on the bed, almost like a lost puppy on a street
corner. I smiled at him, as I pulled down my dress preparing to
depart.
“You look familiar?” he said at
last. “Do I know you?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” was all I would
give.
“What's your name?” he asked at
last.
“Anna,” was all I would give.
“Anna what?”
I thought to myself, then smiling
saying, “Anna Zin, the Duchess of the Night.”
He smiled up at me then and said,
“Well, Anna Zin, The Duchess of the Night, so nice to meet you, I
hope to meet again.”
I looked down at him and said, “Please
you to remember me as 'mistress.'
He nodded, “Of course, Mistress.”
As I started to leave the room, he called out to me, “If you ever
need anything, some help in the outside world, call me.”
I turned and nodded with a smile, then
tossed my hair and quickly left. Grabbing my coat and purse and
heading into the night.
The next day I began packing up my
meagre house-hold items preparing for the move into Max's apartment,
one more step into freedom and my new life.
That evening I handed Max a wad of
bills in the amount he had requested, he took it with a grin and we
toasted with cheap red wine in plastic glasses with Disney cartoons
on them before he headed off to the work at the hotel.
Joe called and wanted to come over to
see the new place. He arrived a half hour later, bearing a bag full
of Chinese take out. We ate it, finishing the red wine along with it and I told him of the night previous. He chuckled over the details of the top lawyer's tastes and loved the new title I had claimed.
Later after “watching cartoons” in
my new bedroom on the bed that had been left by a former room-mate of
Max's, we held each other in the darkness, our naked bodies pressed
against each other.
“Well, quite a success our little
venture has been,” he whispered to me. I looked up at him and
smiled in the dark. “Yes, it has.”
He leaned down and gave me a long kiss.
When he pulled away, I whispered, “Shouldn't you be getting ready
to leave?”
He was quiet for a moment, never taking
his arm from me, and then said, “No, I think I'll stay.”
Without thinking, I replied, “For how
long?”
“As long as I can.”
That was satisfactory. I snuggled up
against him and fell fast asleep with delight.
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