Had the Night Finally Cum?

           As he stepped out of the shower, his stomach was filled with butterflies.  He stared into his closet, trying to figure out what to wear.  Of course he wanted to be dressed nicely for her.  However, deep down he knew she wouldn’t allow him to stay clothed for long.

            He had fantasized about this night for so long.  He first contacted her, let’s call her Mistress, about 2 months ago.  It started out with chat, each getting to know each other.  He hung on her every word, just grateful to have the chance.  Then it escalated.  She quickly learned his buttons.  Her first rule was that he was not allowed to touch himself without her permission.  Obviously if he couldn’t touch himself, he couldn’t cum.  This is exactly where she wanted him.

            Now that he was under her thumb, she toyed with him mercilessly.  As a sign of his submission, she instructed him to shave his entire body.  His bare skin would be a constant reminder of her… Not that he ever forgot.  Early on the teasing was intense, although over the phone.  But when he thought he couldn’t take it, she’d let him cum.  That was 5 weeks ago.

            Since then he had been teased and teased, but not allowed to cum.  He’d often fantasized about teasing & denial.  He quickly learned fantasy was one thing, reality was much, much different.  Although he couldn’t get her off his mind, he found himself turned on by every woman he saw.  It had a in every possible way.

            Finally, she was almost here.  They were meeting for the first time tonight.  He would have her over, the plan to give her an enjoyable evening.  He knew he would be cooking and serving her dinner.  Everything else was completely up to her.  He was now dressed and waiting.  It was 8:15.  He was sure she’d keep him waiting, just another reminder of his place.  To ease the nerves, he took a shot of whiskey.  And then he heard it, a soft knock at his door.

            As he opened the door, there stood a magnificent woman.  Her femininity exuded from every ounce of her.  The only thing more certain than her curves and allure was her dominance.  He immediately felt himself become hard.

            Upon kissing her hand and showing her in, he immediately served her a glass of wine.  He had learned her favorites and made sure he had each on hand.  Once she had her drink, her commands were simple “Strip”.  He blushed and began to do so, slowly.  Although he had often imagined this, reality was one thing.  As he stripped down to his boxers, her effect on him was very clear.  He hesitated before taking off his boxers, but her stern stare made it clear that it was not optional.  As he stood in front of her, completely vulnerable, his desire to serve (along with other things) grew that much more.

            She inspected him, and after an eternity, she seemed to approve.  She had not even been there for 15 minutes and the night was already greater than he could have ever hoped for.  The timer rang.  He remembered that he needed to finish up dinner for this lovely lady.  As he stepped into the kitchen he heard her, “Excuse me, did I say you could walk away?”  Caught off guard he turned and looked at her, both confused and turned on.  “Never do so, never do anything, without my permission boy”.  Humbled, he simply looked down and apologized.  Now he was asking her permission to finish cooking her dinner, all while completely nude.  He was overwhelmed with emotion.  Still shy, he asked “Mistress, may I step into the kitchen to finish dinner” he asked.  “Go boy” she replied.  As we walked into the kitchen, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what the rest of the evening would hold in store.