Worriedly, I had prepared for this evening. I was dressed in my suit and tie hoping I was presentable for this most special Lady. Looking at my watch I realized I had left the hotel an hour earlier than needed to be here at the appointed time. That hour had been spent sweating and thinking, the nervousness running deeply through me.

As I walked toward the door, I felt the pit of my stomach tremble, fearful of rejection at the door to heaven. Each step was mechanical. My mind was racing with thoughts of Her, She who I serve, She who owns me. There was no longer any turning back. I was at the precipice now, a hopefully endless journey was beginning.

Reaching out to the knocker on the door I paused one last time. Knowing the decision was made long ago but trying to assert myself, I attempted to convince myself I had made that decision. Failing miserably, I smiled and knocked.

All of the nervousness returned instantly. What if She doesn't like me? What if She thinks I am ugly? What if She changed Her mind? These thoughts ran through my mind as I waited on the door step. The flowers in my hand were being strangled in my high school boy's nervous grip.

Minutes passed. Sweat began to form on my brow as I wondered and waited. Was today the right day? Yes , I was sure. Was I supposed to be here at six? Yes, I was and it was now six. Thoughts were racing now. She rejected me. I felt smaller still.

Summoning up my courage I finally reached to knock again. As I extended my hand and pushed forward the door suddenly opened. I stumbled slightly off balance as I heard a voice say ,"Come in, keep Your eyes forward." Before I could respond I sensed movement and then I was bathed in darkness. I knew a blindfold was being tied to my head.

Directed by a hand on my back , I walked down what seemed to be a corridor and turned into a room. I was standing perfectly still. I smelled Her glorious scent. I felt the aroma penetrate my very essence. I felt Her so close to me. I felt her hands removing my coat. Electricity flowed at every point She touched. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to.

Following my coat, She unbuttoned my shirt, slowly and seductively. Feeling Her hands on my belt I stiffened and She said, "Remain still." I froze instantly. When Her finger nails traced my stomach I didn't move, but oh how I wanted to.

She had me remove my pants and underwear and stand for Her. Again I felt Her circling me, slowly, teasingly. The darkness in my eyes brightened by my heightened senses. I felt the sudden coldness on my nipples, so cold it burned. I could feel the nipples harden quicker than I had ever known. She clenched them and pinched. I felt the nipple in between Her fingers. I felt a pinching on the tip of first my left then the right nipple. "Had She bitten me?", I wondered.

Suddenly the pinching was steady and constant and I felt something dangling on my chest. My mind raced, wondering what She had done to me.

Again She was behind me. She told me to get dressed and remember my underwear. She told me to remain in this room until She called me. As I felt the string being released on my blindfold, I heard Her chuckle, "Good boy."

The blindfold was removed from behind me. I was facing away from the door. I notice an assortment of whips on the wall and a massage table dressed in black to the side. Seeing so many D/S devices, I found myself visualizing many acts of torture and pleasure in this room.

Startled out of my reverie by the sound of Her heels clicking elsewhere in the house, I looked into a mirror and saw the laces tied to my erect nipples. My nipples stood out so far. They were tied tightly.

As I buttoned my shirt I looked down and discovered my underwear had been replaced by a sexy pair of red panties. Having never worn panties, I wondered what they would feel like. Am I gay if I like them? I have to obey. I slowly put on the panties.

Soft! Oh so soft! The coolness of the silk against my balls was very erotic. I pulled on my pants and fixed my tie. In moments I was dressed and waiting for Her call.

As I glanced at my watch, knowing the limousine was due on the hour, She called for me. Was she watching me? How did She always know? She said, "Come to me now."

Walking down the hallway, all the fears returned. Would I see her finally? Would I be able to please Her?

I felt the sweat bead on my brow.

When I arrived in the foyer I felt all the breath roll out of me. She was stunning!!!! The elegant black dress hugged Her body in an incredibly sensual way. Her beautifully sexy legs were so lovely and highlighted by the stiletto heels. But all of that was secondary to the eyes! They were radiant. they burned through me with their brilliance. I was mesmerized. Her seductive smile melted me where I stood.

She only said two words, "Let's go."

Amazingly it was at that second the driver of the limousine knocked at the door. How did She know?? I was in awe. I followed Her out the door and into the limousine.

Seated across from Her, I was lost in Her loveliness. The reservations were for eight o'clock at Anton's in Atlanta. We would arrive promptly because it was half past and we were only fifteen minutes away.

"Well?" , She said. I stared on, still lost in Her enchanting eyes.

"Well!?" , again She said. I suddenly remembered the flowers I had brought Her. They had been the most lovely in the florist shop but they paled next to Her. She accepted them with a grace that belies description and the warm smile chilled me to the bone. "Thank you baby", she softly said to me. I thought I was going to cry. I was so relieved that She liked my gift.

Walking through the restaurant I noticed all eyes were on Her. She calmly and gracefully took ownership of the room. Men and women stared, mesmerized by Her loveliness. The waiters were stumbling to seat her , but she paused and looked at me. She wanted me to seat Her. I quickly complied and I sensed the waiters' jealousy.

I was so very proud to be there and more so by Her graciousness.

She ordered for me and I knew it would be delicious. She absorbed the room. it was an experience to remember. When She arose to use the restroom I rose quickly out of habit. She smiled sweetly saying, "My little gentleman." Conversations paused as She walked to the ladies' room.

When the meal ended we returned to the limousine. She instructed the driver where to go. She told me that She was going to show me Atlanta. Smiling I was ecstatic to be near Her.

As She described the sights, She noticed I was staring at Her. She dangled a Shoe slowly, teasingly, and watched me stare helplessly. She gave a knowing smile and said that her feet were sore. She said that She wished these limousines had foot rests.

Without hesitating I knelt at her feet, offering myself for Her use. She smiled but said that I would miss the sights. She asked me if I wanted to see Atlanta or not? I responded that I wanted Her to be happy. She placed her feet on my back and purred that I was a good boy.

Driving for a while I felt her spikes dig into me but I remained still. I heard Her describing the sights as we went. I was her footstool and I needed to be. She playfully poked me, teasing me, laughing a seductive chuckle at her new piece of furniture. Before I knew it , the limousine stopped. She announced we were home.

I knew better than to move. She looked at me kneeling and told me I was a good boy. When the driver opened the door, he saw me kneeling there. She gracefully got out of the limousine and I followed. he smiled at me but I was lost in Her power. She looked over Her shoulder and told him that I was Hers and dismissed him.

Swallowing, I followed Her into the house. She led me to the same room I was in before. She told me to stop in the center of the room She looked me straight in the eyes and told me to strip off my clothes. She told me to leave on my panties and my nipple lace. then She walked out of the room. I watched Her go. I asked myself how could She look sexier now than at the restaurant. As I drifted I heard Her chuckle. She told me that She was waiting and I had my instructions. I snapped awake, further in awe. How did She know?

Removing my clothes down to my panties I noticed all of the mirrors in the room. I saw my nipples so erect in the tied lace. My cock, although not large, was semi- erect in the lacy red panties. As I finished undressing I stood silently for a moment and then sank slowly, submissively to my knees.

Kneeling on the floor with my back to the door I heard Her coming before She arrived. The click of her stiletto was so intense. She must have measured each step for affect. I felt the click travel up my soul.

Then I smelled a more wonderful perfume than before. It was so sensual. The combination of the click and the scent. My body began to quiver. She was so near.

The gloved hand, supple leather, caressed my shoulder softly. Mistress circled me and lifted my head to behold Her. She was absolutely unbelievable!! The leather corset was immaculate and Her bosom was so taut. Her thigh high leather stiletto boots were so smooth and sleek. Her elbow length leather gloves were wrinkle free. They were painted on Her hands.

She slowly fastened a red leather collar around my neck. The spikes were sharp and I felt them any time I allowed my neck to relax. I felt so proud that she owned me.

At that point She told me I was Hers and that I would be Her little puppy slut. She fastened a leash to my collar and led me around the room. I was crawling behind Her. I knew I had to stay closely behind Her. She walked me up and down the hallway slowly and then more quickly. My knees were throbbing but I was where I belonged.

After several laps up and down the hall , Mistress stopped in the kitchen. My eyes were lowered so I wasn't sure what She was doing. She led me back to the room and I saw the bucket in Her hand.

Mistress told me to kneel with my knees apart. I obeyed quickly and found my balls lowered into a bucket of ice water. The sensation of cold was numbing to me. I felt a knot in my stomach from the burning of the cold. As I knelt there Mistress told me to worship Her boots.

Kissing the boot tip and sucking the heel I was only partly aware of the intense cold. The numbness was spreading. Mistress had me remove her boots slowly, one at a time. I was told to kiss each boot lovingly. I was told to pleasure each boot. Mistress occasionally encouraged me and I devoutly obeyed Her. After the thorough lick shine of Her boots, She told me to remove them completely and I complied.

Jolts of discomfort shot through my bowels as I moved in the bucket but I was rewarded by the sight of Her majestic feet. They were so sexy. I was once again transfixed. She merely moved Her ankle slowly in a rolling way and I knew what She desired. I began to massage Her feet lovingly. I no longer cared about the cold. I sensed Mistress was receiving pleasure from my massage. That was all that mattered. I caressed the top and bottom and each toe. I was in tune with each foot, with every aspect of her foot.

Mistress purred, "you want to kiss my feet don't you?" I nodded seriously to my Mistress. I was deep in Her power. She told me that I was Her foot slave and I needed to kiss Her feet and show Her how much I loved them.

Needing no encouragement anyway, I began to smother Her feet in kisses. I sucked each toe lovingly. I firmly placed my mouth on the balls of each foot and sucked steadily. I was caressing and kissing and sucking. My thighs were hurting because of the sustained immobility but I didn't care. I needed to kiss and love Her feet. I must have kissed them for hours.

Suddenly Mistress said , "Stop." I instantly obeyed. She told me to stand up. I started up instantly and She placed a hand on my shoulder. She told me to go slowly so I didn't fall over. A wave of worship flowed through me because I knew my Mistress cared.

When I arose I was led to the table. Mistress told me to lie on my back and wait. I obeyed instantly. I had no desire to resist anything She wished. As I laid there Mistress circled me and slowly shackled me to the four corners of the table. I was completely held firm. I unconsciously tested the bonds and found I was unable to move.

Her fingernails traced my chest. The sensation was like a knife going through butter. I wanted Her to split me open if that was Her pleasure. She ran Her hands over my body , touching every point except for my genitals. I was in ecstasy at Her touch. Mistress chuckled," All mine."

Mistress Genevieve began to touch my genitals. They were still numb. I could barely feel anything, but I noticed Her warm hand was thawing me. I felt a pressure on my scrotum, no more than that and then another. Pressure after pressure I felt as I felt Mistress' hands move near my genitalia. She told me to look at what She was doing and I raised my head straining with the bonds and the collar.

What I saw shocked me. I saw clothes pins all over my scrotum. One pin was clamped on my left testicle. A large clamped ring was on the other. I gasped loudly but I only felt a numb pressure. I was thankful for the painful ice at this point. The thought of what happens when they thaw crossed my mind.

Mistress raked her nails over my chest as I squirmed on the table. It was more painful this time. She had an evil grin on Her face. She was pleased by the discomfort She caused. My body was betraying me. I began to get erect. As my cock began to swell I felt much more in my balls. the pain began to build.

Steadily the pain increased second by second. As I accepted each new level it grew quickly to the next. I was breathing more and more raggedly. Mistress placed Her warm hand on my aching balls. The contrast was so vivid. I felt the coldness of my balls against Her warmth. As I thought of that pleasingly I noticed the pain from the clamps and clothes pins growing.

Breathing more raggedly I was beginning to gasp. Mistress tugged on my nipple laces. I began to moan in pain. I was trying to take it but it hurt more and more. Every second my balls hurt worse. How badly would it hurt? I kept trying to conquer the hurt but the hurt was winning. I looked and saw Mistress Genevieve's face. Her face was a mask of pleasure. She was loving my pain. I concentrated more.

Sensing my renewed strength Mistress Genevieve yanked harder on my nipple laces and tugged fierce

at the clamp that was fastened to my testicle. I began to breathe more raggedly than ever. The pain was intense. There was too much stimulus. I could not contain it. I was panting now. I felt the burning in my balls , the tearing in my chest. My stomach was tense and pulsating. My eyes were tearing now. I was losing it. I was failing.

With a serious look in Her eyes Mistress Genevieve leaned over me . I breathed Her scent as I felt Her hair caress my head. She whispered in my ear, "There is no pain , only Me." As swiftly as I heard those words I felt a calmness wash over me. Mistress noticed my breathing slow appreciably. She yanked on my balls but I was gone. I was only Her slave now. I was lost in my submission to Her.

Mistress allowed me to relax for a moment and then She leaned ever so close to my face. "you are Mine!", She said . I merely looked at Her with awe. I was Hers. I was totally Hers.

Slowly Mistress untied my nipple laces and I felt the blood rush. I gasped softly as the pain sensations swirled through me. The moment of relaxation broke my concentration. Mistress knew that. She smiled at my discomfort. She massaged my breasts to allow the circulation in faster. Intensity is a mild word to describe the pain.

Before I could adjust , Mistress began removing the clothes pins. The same rush of circulation caused extreme discomfort. It felt like little stabs that I could do nothing to defend against. My balls were on fire. Mistress laughed that throaty chuckle and yanked the large ring off of my testicle. I cried out in deep guttural pain. I thought I would pass out. Mistress laughed a cruel laugh. She exclaimed, " you are such a slut, my slut! you cry out in pain but your cock is hard. Slut!"

My consciousness slowly faded and I heard Mistress' laughter as She walked out of the room.

The cold water splashing on my face startled me. I was no longer bound but I was laying on the table. Mistress told me to roll over on my stomach. I quickly obeyed. Mistress pulled me down the table and I felt my feet hit the floor. Mistress said, "I am going to hurt that ass, slut. your ass is Mine." I felt Mistress shackle my feet securely. She walked around and secured by hands. My cock was pressed firmly to the table. The soreness still fresh.

The spanking began soon after. Each smack radiated through my cheeks. The feeling started with a warmth at first. The slaps were constant and growing in intensity. The warmth began to burn. Between slaps Mistress Genevieve rubbed my burning cheeks. As sudden as the spanking began it stopped, or so I thought.

The exhalation of my first relieved breath was cut short by a powerful impact. Mistress was using a paddle. I could hear Her humming as She peppered my ass. I knew Mistress was enjoying this. I bit my lip , resisting the urge to cry out. I did not want to spoil Her fun. I wanted her to feel pleasure. She continued smacking my ass, over and over. I was fighting the urge to cry out. She commanded me to say it. "Say it slut! I know you want to!", She forcefully said to me as She continued to beat my ass. I heard the excitement in Her voice as I heard Her breathing quicken.

"More please!! please beat me more Mistress Genevieve. My ass is Yours.", I cried out. I heard Mistress groan in pleasure as She swatted me harder still. " Take it slut.", She said as She brutally punished my ass.

"Don't move!" , She told me as the beating stopped. I was covered in sweat. I didn't think I could take anymore. My body was near its limit. I was exhausted. My concentration was shot. Yet deep inside I needed to please her more. I wanted Mistress Genevieve to be happy.

I felt Mistress brush against me. I was so sensitive!! I squirmed. Mistress ordered me still. Mistress said," Your ass is mine slut."

What followed was an invasion. I felt something on the brink of my ass hole. I felt it pushing. Mistress raked Her sharp finger nails down my sore ass. The fingernails felt like sharpened knives ripping at my flesh. my body involuntarily jumped forward. As I relaxed backwards I felt the intrusion.

Tearing! The fiber of my ass gave way as I felt the intruder inside me. Relentlessly Mistress Genevieve pushed it deeper and deeper. I felt it filling me. It tore into me yet I also felt full. Pain!!!!! Mistress was wiggling it. She was rotating Her hips, driving it deeper. I felt Her nails on my ass!! She pushed harder as I heard Her chuckle. The laughter sent me deeper into submission.

Desperate to please Mistress, I wanted this to feel good , but all I felt was the pain. Harder and harder She drove into me. I cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh!". All Mistress said was that my ass was Hers. She kept hammering me. She was a piston in and out of me. Twisting Herself in my ass, She was ripping me open. I heard Her groan in pleasure. I knew She was enjoying this!

Her pleasure drove me on. I needed to take it. I wanted to scream out. I wanted to beg her to stop and all I could say was ,"Please more Mistress?" I never wanted Her pleasure to end. She pumped faster and faster. I screamed out, " My ass is Yours! My ass is Yours!"

Mistress grunted at this as Her fingernails raked my purple ass harder. She was taking all of me. I needed her to. I was begging Her to. I kept asking for more. I kept shouting that my ass was Hers. My world was lost in this moment. This was who I am. Mistress owned me.

Mistress began twisting inside as I heard Her pleasure increase. Real tears were streaming down my face. I cried out," More! Please fuck my ass Mistress!!!" Mistress rammed me deeper. All I wanted was more from my Mistress as the pain grew and grew and Her pleasure expanded as well.

My mouth betrayed me. I began to plead with Mistress Genevieve. " No more! Please Mistress it is killing me." , I exclaimed. She had taken all of me . There was nothing left.

She sensed this for I felt Mistress pressed against me. She cried out a guttural moan and writhed against me. I knew Mistress was cumming. A wave of pleasure swept through me!

I wanted Her to never stop that sensation. I had pleased my Mistress and this was my purpose. I needed this.

I had to have this.

Mistress left the cock inside me for a moment as She more softly traced Her nails over my ass. She was panting oh so sexily. She said, "Yes baby. Your ass is mine."

I exploded in orgasm upon hearing those words. Arcing cum soaked my stomach. It felt like my insides let go. The release was so strong, so intense.

Mistress laughed and reached down and scooped up my cum. She placed Her hand to my mouth and I drank it all down. She said, "Good baby. You are my panty ass slut." She laughed a moment and said something that sent a chill to my core. " Perhaps next time you will taste another man's cum , slut." Chuckling , She said, "If you are good."

I remember dressing and Mistress leading me to the door. I was in a daze completely enraptured by my owner, Mistress Genevieve.

Indeed, a dinner I will never forget.