The Thrill Of The Meet
Well it was time to make that phone call again as usual I was nervous and excited , yes 19 00 hours would be fine don’t be late!My mind was racing as I walked down an unremarksble street I checked my watch , don’t be late at last I stepped off the Main Street into a back lane by now my pulse was racing 21 said the number on the gate, I entered approached the back door which swung open without me knocking I entered well nice to see ur again said my Mistress , a brief friendly chat before the mood changed , get down to the cellar , I obeyed undressed neatly folded my clothes knelt down and waited I gazed around the walls hardly a space left implements for pain and pleasure hung from every available space , a medical table and Saint Andrews Cross were highlighted by spot lights . Eventually my nemisis arrived dressed I long boots and a revealing leather dress and so it began to soon it was over , I looked at the marks on my body my genitals had been given special treatment ,, why did I do this ? because I enjoyed it ,I hadn’t uttered the safe word which pleased both me and my Mistress .We were back to the friendly conversation I enjoyed that did said my Mistress I nodded, she laughed ur a real pain slut, see u in 6 weeks she said may be earlier I said and departed into the night thinking if only my friends new about my secret life 😲
