Having spent the day with friends I was on the way home when my mind drifted off somewhere. Then I received a message from my Mistress demanding my presence.
When I arrived she was dressed in stockings, heels and pencil skirt and obviously not best pleased with me for keeping her waiting. I had to strip off. She attached my collar and leash and left the room taking my clothes with her.
Then her authoritarian voice called for my presence in her bedroom. I obeyed immediately and found her standing naked before me. I immediately averted my eyes fearing the sting of her whip for daring to look upon her. Then I was instructed to dress her. I fitted her black basque to her slender waist, making sure her pert breasts were comfortable but not daring to touch. I rolled up her black stockings and pulled them up her firm shapely legs, carefully hooking the stocking tops on to her suspenders. Her scanty black panties followed ; but all the time I was careful not to touch her where I most wanted to or indeed gaze lasciviously upon her. To do so would have invited a sharp rebuke and possibly pain. She sat down on the bed lifted her long legs in turn and told me to get on my knees and kiss her stockinged feet before fitting her high heels. She stood up and I looked up at her. She looked magnificent.
Then she lead me into the next room. "Monday is milking day" she reminded me. She lead me to the milking chair and bound my arms, legs and chest tightly. Then she blindfolded me, stood in front of my open legs and demanded to see an erection. Anxiously I tried to comply but nothing happened. Impatiently she leant over me and in a menacing voice whispered all kinds of threats into my ear as her whip caressed the inside of my thigh. Gradually under her expert administrations I achieved what she wanted. Where upon she wasted no time in tugging me, jerking me, rubbing me and squeezing me. All the while telling me that she wanted a good load of my cream this time and not to disappoint her. It didn't take long before my world exploded and I came in a rush of ecstasy. I knew she was carefully collecting my cream and squeezing the last drop from me; but what she did with it I never discovered. All I do know is that when she removed the blind fold the cup was empty!
I returned to reality with a start and there was my front door. There is no Mistress within, just normality. How I need a Mistress to serve; but how does one get to meet one. Will I ever get to meet the Mistress of my day dreams?
