The next morning, I sat in the dining room in my silk robe, drinking my morning coffee and stared down at Aiden’s name glowing on my cell phone. I pushed the green button and it rang once.
“Mistress Kassandra.” Aiden sounded winded, trying to catch his breath. “I’m standing outside your front door.”
I stood from the table, walking to the door. “You disobeyed me, Aiden. I told you I would call you.” I pressed the red button on the phone and opened the front door.
He was covered in sweat, his hair matted to his forehead. He wore a pair of gray gym shorts, a black tank, and athletic shoes. “I went for a run this morning and ended up here on your street. I can’t stop thinking about you, mistress. I needed to see you.”
I stepped back, letting him in. “Come in, cool off, and get hydrated. There’s some bottled water in my refrigerator.”
“Thank you, mistress.” He flashed me his handsome smile and stepped inside.
I let Aiden help himself to water and we sat together in my dining room so I could finish enjoying my coffee.
He looked around, leaning in his chair to look into my living room. “Did you come home alone last night, mistress?”
No matter the age, whether they’re a dom or a sub, every man is a bit possessive. “That’s none of your business, Aiden. I don’t like possessive and jealous men. You will not do this again, understand me?”
“Yes, mistress. I’m sorry.” He shook his head, standing from the chair. “I’ll leave and not bother you.”
“Wait, boy.” I blocked his path, looking up into his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere. Kneel!”
Aiden knelt down on the hardwood floor. I placed my hand to the back of his head and pressed his cheek against my stomach. “I wanted to talk to you over the phone before deciding whether to invite you over to my house again.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good boy.” I leaned down, lifting his chin. “Are you currently fucking any other women besides me?”
His brows lifted. “No, mistress. I was in a short-term relationship. Well, not really a relationship—”
“You were fucking. That’s not a relationship.”
“Yes, we were fucking, mistress. For only a few months. I broke it off with her two months ago.”
“Because you were not fulfilled in a vanilla fuck-fest with this girl. She probably only liked being on her back, giving it to you in the basic missionary position.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“There is this energy between us, Aiden. An energy that most people in our world cannot understand. The dominant and submissive push and pull that we gravitate to. You sensed it the moment I walked into the shoe store.”
“I can’t go back to that world, not without my queen. I need you.”
“I want to claim you as my slut-boy. Train you to become a well-disciplined submissive. If you want this, too, we must agree right here and right now, that we are exclusive. You will not fuck anyone unless I command it. Do you agree, Aiden?”
Aiden lowered himself, placing his forehead on my feet. “Yes, mistress. I need to be your humbled submissive. My body and my heart is yours. Completely.”
“Follow me, my slut-boy. I’m going to wash your body and play with it.”
Aiden rose and followed me up the stairs to my bathroom. I turned the knobs, starting the running water in the antique porcelain golden lion clawfoot tub. “Take your clothes off, starting with your shirt, then your shorts and shoes. Then climb in.”
His abs rippled as he pulled his sweaty tank up over his head. His nipples made my mouth water as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pull them down along with his boxer briefs. I licked my lips when his hard cock sprang free and bounced. He was ready for me. He knelt, pulling his shoes and socks off and stepped into the tub.
The warm water filled the tub as he sat down. I loosened the sash of my silk robe and dropped it to the floor.
“I love your beautiful body, mistress.” His voice was deep and strained as I knelt down beside the tub.
I fetched the bar of soap that smelled like roses and dipped it in the water. I washed my boy, gliding the slippery soap along his broad shoulders and back. He hissed when I brought the soap bar around to his chest, pinching both his nipples.
“I love listening to your voice, the sounds you make when I touch you, boy.”
Both my hands went lower into the water and took hold of his rigid shaft. His breath hitched. “You’re torturing me, mistress.”
“Good. You’re such a slut. You deserve to be teased and tortured for my pleasure.”
I gripped and stroked him, my fingers sliding back and forth under the water with the soap, making his hard rod all slippery wet. He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut, and I laughed.
Taking the hand-held shower head from the wall, I washed and rinsed his hair and the rest of his body. I handed him a towel as he climbed out of the shower. “Dry off and go lie down on my bed.”
I followed him into my room as he climbed onto the bed. I opened a dresser drawer and pulled out two silk scarves and a small bottle of lube. I climbed on him, straddling my bare thighs around his hips and raised his arms to the wrought iron headboard. I tied his wrists to it and slid down his body. I squeezed the bottle of lube so that it dripped onto his cock and oozed down to his balls and below.
I took hold of his cock in one hand, gripping it tight. My other hand glided up underneath his ass. I slid the first digit of my finger into his tight ass. His hips rose up off the bed. “Please be gentle, Mistress.”
“That’s not really up to you, is it, boy? You’re the one who’s tied down and under my control.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I was gentle, however, as my finger slid in farther. I glided my other hand up and down his slippery cock. “I’m training you. To make you ready to wear a butt plug someday soon.”
I was tormenting my own sexual needs and pulled my finger out from his tight ass and came to straddle his hips again. I raised up and sank his slick cock deep inside me, until my ass settled right down on his balls.
My head fell back, and I moaned as his thickness stretched me. I gyrated my hips, riding him, my pace rough and fast. Aiden strained against the silk scarves that tied him down, his hands balled in fists.
He began to speak, but I slapped my hand over his mouth as I fucked him. “Shut up, boy. Just keep that cock hard for me so I can come on it!”
I reached down with my other hand, rubbing my clit as I bucked and bounced on Aiden. His hips thrust upward and I cried out as I orgasmed, exploding on his cock. Aiden’s growl was muffled against my palm and I felt a gush of his semen squirt, filling me up inside.
I collapsed over him, panting. I took my hand off his mouth and he nuzzled his jaw against the back of my head. “Please untie me, mistress. I need to hold you in my arms.”
I turned my head and kissed him. I untied his wrists and he wrapped his strong arms around me. We lay together like that for a long time, enjoying the rush of endorphins that bonded us together as mistress and boy.
I couldn’t get enough of my mistress. We spent every night together for a month, and my roommates kept hounding me, asking all kinds of questions about who this woman was. I didn’t tell them much, only that she was a classy and mature lady. Austin and Brady would never understand the kind of relationship I had with Kassandra, and I was okay with that.
One night I drove Mistress to the Colette Nightclub, a private and upscale social club for swingers. It was six thousand square feet of space, with a dance floor, lounge, movie theater, lockers, group areas, and private rooms. Every room was lit with black lights and the thumping bass of techno music pounded from speakers as people of all ages either danced or gathered in group areas caressing and kissing.
Watching men and women be so open with their affections—touching, squeezing, caressing, kissing, licking, was new to me. I had only gone to nightclubs or bars to watch football or go out
with my buddies. Strip clubs in the French Quarter had that sexy vibe, but the Colette Nightclub and the Velvet Vault was a whole different world to me.
I dressed in a black button-up shirt with black slacks and red tie. My mistress caught the eyes of both men and women as she sauntered in, holding my hand, wearing a tight fitting, black, lace patterned dress. Her nipples poked through the lace pattern and her gorgeous tits bounced as she walked in her red velvet heels.
We sat at the bar together, drinking some stiff cocktails. My dick was half-stiff, too, as I kept my eyes only on my mistress. I looked forward to taking her home later, anticipating her dominance over me.
As I took a drink of the bourbon and shifted in my barstool, Mistress reached up and twisted my nipple. Hard. I gulped and choked.
She laughed. “I like tweaking your nipples, slut-boy. Especially in public, when you least expect it.”
I put my glass down and placed my hands, palms up in my lap. “My body is your playground, Mistress.”
She caressed the side of my cheek, down to my jawline with her red nails. “Such a good boy. I placed a special order for a butt plug. Next week, you will start wearing it during the day while you are at work.”
My body had become Mistress’s instrument and she had trained me to take two of her fingers to fuck my ass.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Don’t fret, my handsome boy. The butt plug is part of your training. It’s a way for your Mistress to have complete control over you, even when we are apart.”
Just then, her muscle-dude friend, Baxter, walked up. He was dressed all in black, just like me. I placed my hand on my mistress’s knee as his eyes shifted from me to her.
He smiled at her. “Kassie… You’re dressed perfect for the occasion.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
What occasion?
Mistress draped her arm over Baxter’s bulky shoulders turning to me. “Baxter and I reserved a semi-private room down the hall. And you will be our audience tonight.”
My stomach twisted in knots as I followed behind them down the long hallway. Open doorways were on each side of the hall, and there were no doors, only a sheer white curtain that could be pulled to give a little privacy, but not much. There was a king-sized bed with black satin sheets and red pillows, along with a red wingback chair in the room we entered.
Mistress instructed me to sit in the red chair. “You are not to say a word. I will only allow you to pull your cock out and stroke yourself as you watch Baxter top me.”
Mistress walked to the bed and sat on the edge as Baxter stalked toward her, loosening his tie. He stood between her thighs. He reached down and wrapped his hand around her throat. His brows knotted as he grumbled low. “Are you going to be my dirty little cum bucket tonight, slut?”
She didn’t move and left her hands her hands in her lap as Baxter squeezed his grip on her throat. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He shoved her back. He reached down and with both hands, ripped her lace dress apart, exposing her tits.
My first instinct was to leap out of the chair and break Baxter’s fucking jaw. I flinched when Baxter slapped her right tit, then her left, growling, “Dirty slut!”
She cried out and moaned as he slapped her tits over and over again, leaving red blemishes on them. He tore away the rest of her dress, grabbed her ass, hauled her up, and flipped her over onto her stomach.
My mistress began to breathe heavy, moaning as she lifted her ass. Baxter wacked her hard across her ass over and over, and she cried out.
He laid over her, twisting her arm behind her back and pressed the side of her face into the mattress. He thrusted his hips against her ass. He climbed off her and unbuckled and pulled off his black belt. He gripped both ends and the belt came down with a hard thwack on her ass.
I winced, almost flying out of that chair. Mistress barked, “Obey me, boy! You sit there and watch!”
Baxter sneered at me as he continued to slap her ass with the belt. She yelped and mewed, hiking her bare ass, begging for more.
He dropped the belt to the floor and unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. “I’m going to fuck that slutty pussy. And I might just finish off by shooting all my cum up in that nice tight ass!”
Mistress gripped the bedsheets as Baxter slammed his full length into her. She screamed out at the pain as he thrusted roughly in and out of her.
“Take all of my cock, you bitch!” was the last thing Baxter barked as I leapt out of the chair and lunged for him.
I used all my strength and shoved him off my mistress. I twisted my fist into his shirt and smashed my other fist into his jaw.
He shoved me back and laughed. “Sub-boy can’t handle watching his mistress have a little play time!”
“Enough, Aiden!” Kassandra barked.
I turned to look at her. She stood from the bed, beautifully naked with fiery rage in her eyes, her hands balled in fists at her side. “This is who I am, Aiden. This is how I play. And when I do, it’s only with Baxter and with you.”
“Well, that’s not who I am, Kassandra!” I turned, ripping away the sheer curtain, and I stormed out of the swinger’s club.
I left the nightclub in a fit of rage, the back tires of my car spinning as I drove away. It was hard for me to bear, watching Baxter talk to Kassandra in such a demeaning way—let alone watching him slap and choke her. My basic instincts to protect her—along with my jealousy over seeing her with Baxter—was just too much for me to take.
It was a blow to my own manhood, that Kassandra not only enjoyed playing with me, but with Baxter too. I didn’t know how that was supposed to work. When I dated women, we were exclusive and didn’t have sex with other people. But that first time I played with Kassandra at the Velvet Vault, having those two sexy women suck me off in front of Kassandra and a group of strangers was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
I fell hard in love with Kassandra. She pulled me over to this other world of BDSM, the kink world where there are no inhibitions. To fulfill your darkest fantasies without any judgment. To be so open and raw.
I hated Baxter with his smug laughter and cocky attitude toward me, the way he hurt Kassandra was like sticking a knife right into my chest. I felt weak, like half a man.
I stormed through the front door of my house and planted my ass on the couch, loosening my tie.
Austin sat in his techy gaming chair, wearing headphones, and thumbing his remote playing Assassins Creed. He pulled his headphones down around his neck, keeping his eyes on the flat screen TV. “Bad night with your lady?”
“Yeah. I’ll spare you the details. I need a break.” I leaned my head back on the couch.
“You haven’t hung out with me and Brady in a while. Wanna go out tomorrow night and watch the UFC fight?”
“Sure. Why the fuck not.”
* * *
The next night, I sat with Austin and Brady in a sport’s pub in the Quarter, finishing off my fifth tall frosty glass of ale. It took all the self-control I had not to call Kassandra during the day at work. And I didn’t even know what I would say to her if she answered my call. Tell her that it was over between us? Apologize for leaving her at the nightclub? I made a fool of myself.
The bar started to fill up, and all the stools and tables were full as people were ready to watch men beat the crap out of each other in the UFC championship fight on the huge flat-screen TVs.
I ordered another beer when Brady slapped me in the shoulder. “It’s good to have you hangin’ with Austin and me tonight. Been a while. Guess you needed a break from your lady friend?”
Everything that happened the night before rubbed me raw all day. I kept re-hashing it in my mind all day while I was at work.
The bartender brought me another beer. “Yeah. Something like that.”
“We wondered why you never brought her out with you. Are we not classy enough, bro?”
I chuckled “No, it’s not that, Brady. It’s just that our relationship was…we
ll… different.”
“Different how?” Brady had a puzzled look on his face.
“Women like Kassandra are hard to find. She’s the kind of woman who knows what she wants. More direct and uninhibited than woman our age.”
“Well, I’ve heard that older women are in their prime like dudes our age. I bet she’s a wildcat in bed! Isn’t that why they call them cougars?”
I chuckled. Brady was a total jock and did have his fair share of one-night hook-ups.
The next few days were just a blur. I functioned and breathed, waking up, going to work, sleeping, eating. But I felt empty inside. I missed Kassandra’s touch, her kiss, her scent.
To keep myself numb, I got shit-faced every night, stumbling from bar to bar in the Quarter. I wandered into a strip club one night and followed a curvy brunette to a private room. She called herself Raven and straddled my lap, her G-string and my jeans the only thing separating us. I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing that it was Kassandra grinding on me.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Raven. I gripped her hips. “Will you do something for me, Raven?”
She brushed her lips across my earlobe. “Of course, baby; all you have to do is ask.”
“Will you rub your bare feet on me?”
Raven climbed off me, kicking off her platform sandals. “Relax and lay back:”
“Yes ma’am.”
Raven placed her hands on her hips, lifting her left leg, planting her foot on my chest. The sexy erotic beat of Usher’s song “Yeah” came through the speaker in the dimly lit room as she moved her hips, rubbing her toes from the middle of my chest and sliding them down to my stomach. She stopped on my crotch and pressed her toes hard against my semi-hard dick. I grunted.
But it did nothing for me. I pulled out my wallet, handing Raven a wad of cash and left the strip club. It was past midnight as I wandered down Bourbon Street, down St. Charles Avenue and found myself standing in front of Kassandra’s house.
I staggered up the stairs and banged on the heavy mahogany door. “Kassandra! It’s me, Aiden! I need to talk you!”
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