She looked at him kneeling pathetically on the floor, his eyes glued to ger feet and she stood towering over him, hands on hips. She was pleased that when she had entered the room he had remembered her instructions. He had undressed, placing his clothes in a neat pile on the chair, and then assumed this position without a word. This was the first time they had met in a situation like this; they had only met once before for a drink, and she had been ameable and freindly. Of course, she didn't let him see that she was pleased otherwise he wouldn't strive harder. She gave a deep sigh of despair, and he still silently and nervously waited. Ignoring him still, she turned and looked around the hotel room where he had arranged to meet her. She poked at the coffee facilities, stared out of the window for a while. Kept him waiting, shuffling, in anticipation and building fear. Very carefully she began to remove certain items from her bag. A pair of stockings, a corset anbd matching knickers, her home-made whip, a hair brush, and finally an old riding crop. She was stood with her back to him but she knew he was watching her place these items on the table, no doubt wondering what was in store for him. She afforded herself a secret smile, thinking of all the questions that must be running through his mind.
Turning swiftly on her heel, she just caught him lowering his head once more, affirming her suspicions that he had been watching her. She didn't say a word, and no doubt he thought that she hadn't noticed his misdemenour. It was more a case that she was saving his punishment for now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she made him jump when she leaned forward and broke the silence. "Kiss me" She ordered. He made as if to get up but she stopped him dead in his tracks. "Stupid boy!" she barked; "do you think you are worthy to kiss me on my lips!?!? You've been staring at my feet for long enough, so show them some damn respect!!" She shoved one of her feet under his nose; holding her calf with one hand, he gently removed her shoe with the other and began to gently kiss her foot. Glancing across to her, he could se she wasn't impressed with her efforts and he began to try harder. He sucked her painted red toes, running his toes between the gap and being careful not to tickle her. He feathered kisses over every millimetre of her foot. Again, she gave a deep sigh. "Pathetic" She said. "No better than a dog... Are you a dog?" She paused and then with a smile she said "Oh, I think you are a dog. A stupid, disobedient little puppy". Leaning forward, she pulled a collar from her bag and fastened it around her neck. She snapped a leash into place and gave a jerk on it as she leaned back again on the bed. When she thrust her other foot in his face, he didn't need to be told twice, and began to repeat his efforts to worship her, this time endevouring even harder to please her.
When she was satisfied with the worship of her foot, she pushed him away, forcing him to stretch his arms our behind him to stop himself from falling backwards. She sat absent mindedly admiring her finger nails. "Go and have a shower. I want my subbie nice and clean for me. You've got three minutes - but your last minute in the shower is cold water only!" she said. Lifting his chin so she could look him in the eye, she said softly "don't try to cheat; I will know". On his hands and knees, he obediently crawled through to the bathroom and began to run the shower. Stepping in, the hot water gave him a feel of comfort and he closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of the water running over his head and face. He almost forgot about the woman waiting for him in the other room, until a voice closeby made him jump. "That's five minutes, boy! Far too long... Turn off the hot water, and stay in there until I say you can come out!" she barked. She had obviously come quietly into the bathroom whilst he was lost in his thoughts, and the voice sounded like she had been sat watching him from the toilet. The cold water hit him like an electric shock, causing him to involunatrily gasp, and he heard a quick laugh from her showing that she knew he had obeyed her. He desperately wanted to get out, to feel warm again. He wanted to hide from the falling water, to move out of its way, but she was probably still watching him and he would be punished. It seemed an eternity before he heard her voice drifting through from the other room, giving her permission to get out and dry himself. He didn't have to be told twice, and had never felt more grateful than when the towel, fresh from the raidiator, touched his skin. Rubbing vigorously, he felt his skin coming back to life. Once he was totally dry, he dropped to his knees and once again crawled through to the bedroom.
He halted in suprise when he made contact with her legs, and he took a quick look up at her, towering over him and looking right back. Whilst he had been gone she had changed into some of the items he had seen her take out of her bag earlier. She now wore a pair of ankle length helled boots with laces to the front, beige hold ups, black panties, and a black corset which accentuated her figure. She held the riding crop in one hand, tapping it into the palm of her other hand in an almost menacing fashion. He almost felt as though his heart missed a beat and he quickly reverted his gaze back to the floor as she started to circle his naked form. "You took far too long in the shower" she said "and as a result you have earned yourself your first punishment". Standing behind him, she leaned over so she could speak right into his ear. "You are mine now; you have to learn to obey me; that nothing matters but my command and MY pleasure. Go and bend over that chair." He shuffled over to the only chair in the room and laid his belly across it; she pushed him forward to that rather than his belly being in the centre of the chair, it was closer to the edge, and he was forced to hold on to the legs of the chair to stop himself from toppling forward. It wasn't a very comfortable position for him, but it had the desired effect for her of raising his arse higher in the air. His body tinlged as he felt her gently stroking his buttocks, lulling him into a sense of false security. As his body began to relax, he felt the first slap of her hand - gentle at first, but rapidly becoming harder and harder, alternating between his cheeks. When she had finished, satisfied that the warm glow spreading across his arse sufficed for the time being, she stepped back and asked him if he had anything to say. "Thank you Mistress for my punishment" he said. "I promise to try harder next time." She nodded in satisfaction. "Good boy. I don't want to you to think that I am a cruel mistress; you have been a good boy and have completed all the tasks that I set for you prior to our meeting. your worship of my feet was satisfactory, and now I am going to allow you to worship at my sacred alter. Come to me and remove my knickers." He forgot the dull pain ebbing from his buttocks and eagerly shuffled over to her on his knees. Unsure what he was meant to do next, he looked up at his mistress for reassurance. "Remove my knickers, boy" she said firmly. Gingerly, he reached up to her thighs and genently began to ease her knickers down to her feet. She stepped out of them and sat herself down on the edge of the bed and then lay back. "You may begin" she said calmly.
Involuntarily, he licked his lips. This was his opportunity to show his mistress how worthy he was of her; he had thought so much of this moment and now the time had arrived. He was suprised to see her pussy was completely devoid of hair; the sight made his cock harden and he wished that he could touch it but knew that was not allowed. Her pleasure came first. Her pussy was very neat, the lips sat closely together hiding her clitoris but (he noted with satisfaction) a gleam of wet showing through. using his fingers, he pulled her lips to each side, revealing her already wet clitoris, and he ducked his head and began to lick and suck. Gently at first, but then increasing in intensity as she began to encourage him with quiet sighs of "yes... yes". The intensity of her orgasm made him glow with pride; as his tongue manipulated her body, she began to gasp in pleasure and her body bucked and spasmed. He eagerly licked at the flowing juices until she ordered him to stop. Sitting back on his haunches, he waited whilst she recomposed herself; watched her heaving breast as she lap there enjoying the last ebbs of her orgasm in silence.
