Meet the Sub (Part One)

Our first but brief meet didn't start with a handshake; instead, he knelt before me as he kissed my hand. It was my previous blog that prompted him to reach out to me, a submissive who craved the proper treatment from a Mistress.

My gravelly voice (I had a cold) didn't do much to communicate the instructions. I had to rely on my hands to direct him as well as to express my pleasure.

I sat down on the couch, he knelt on all fours, releasing himself to my whims. I ran my palm along his smooth back, moved to the rounded cheeks of his @ss, and felt his sufficiently sized manhood.

"This is mine," I said.

I found his leather belt (I am quite fond of these things) and I delivered a smack on his waiting bum. I knew this was what he had been missing.

I directed him to show me his toys. Oh! We would be having lots of fun. Since the time we had was short, the only thing I wanted was to make those butt cheeks red. But I wanted first to be pleased, so I gave him a couple of tasks. 

First a relaxing leg massage, and as he set to work while he again knelt on all fours, I placed my hand on his neck as if to stake his claim. 

Second, I told him to please my pussy. On the bed I went, and ordered him to use his fingers. At that time, I didn't want him inside of me at all, but in case I did, the only manner I wanted him to do so was to take me like a rabid beast.

"Sometime, you will need to please my (female) friends. This is how I check on your skills," I told him. By now I wrapped a whip around his neck so I could pull him closer to show him I wasn't joking. 

I was riding the waves of pleasure from within, though I remembered I was here to spank him. Then I ordered him to face away from me, again on all fours. I had him take off his boxers. "SMACK!" went the belt, and then I had him count to 20. My right hand held the belt, my left hand was closed around his shaft, jerking him up and down.
He loved each blow, and as he said he was going to cum, I said 'no'. 

Still holding his hardened c@ck, my right hand started working on his manhole. Probing, teasing, I had in mind to use the strapon, but alas...he was at the point of no return and came into my hand. My fingers on the right hand felt the tightening of his hole. Argh! I didn't want to punish my pet on our first meet."Lick my hand," I decided instead. Obediently, he did.We straightened up. Apologies were in order, as he had to attend to work that afternoon.As he led me to the door, he once again knelt and kissed my hand. 'Thank you, Mistress,' he smilingly said.

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