Chapter 1: Making It Real

Brian’s knees hurt.

How long had he been kneeling naked on this concrete floor? More than an hour, less than a day...

The blindfold covering his eyes denied him any clue from the surrounding light. A faint current of air played across the dark pucker of his asshole. In response, his rear cheeks flexed and set off a chain reaction, the movement making his cock sway forward and back beneath his swollen balls, held in check by a tight leather strap. The combination brought him back into full erection and forced his wandering mind to refocus.

He had thought the whole idea a bit of kinky fun, back when he answered the internet posting from “Mistress Tania”. Her site had all the scary phrases, “expose your boundaries and widen them”, “put yourself into my total control”, “stay away if you cannot submit totally”. It was all too theatrical to be taken seriously.

Mistress Tania herself was both more and less than he expected. Less in terms of height -- nothing on her website had mentioned that she stood only four-foot-nine. More, however, in her appearance -- she opened the door in a blood-red merry widow and elbow-length black gloves. Her long black hair fell in a glossy cascade to the middle of her back; her lips were barely dusted with color and all the more sensual for it.

Brian introduced himself, waited for her to look up and down as if weighing him. Finally, she nodded and allowed him through the door. She gave him the same warnings he’d read; he acknowledged them without noticeable concern. Her voice had the electric quality of soft fur rubbed against wood, and her words were enunciated with clinical precision. His cock swelled in his pants, and he was only mildly embarrassed when she had him strip right there in the entryway. Her gloved hand tested the weight and firmness of his shaft, squeezing lightly around the head.

She brought out a blindfold, and he bowed his head to accept that transfer of power. Somehow everything became more real with the removal of his sight. He felt the leather slide around his balls, his cock jerking as she tugged the strap into place. She led him then by his cock, padding barefoot through the house, feeling the rush of air as a door was opened and his feet made a transition from yielding carpet to hard cold concrete.

“On your knees,” she said, no less a command for being spoken softly. Brian got down clumsily and Mistress Tania slapped the insides of his thighs hard to make him spread his legs. Then again to spread them wider. He could feel the long lines left by her nails. “Hands folded under your forehead, then wait and don’t move,” she added. There was silence as he moved into the designated position, then her heels clicked loudly on the hard surface moving away from him.

The sound of the door’s lock snicking closed was like a dash of cold water in his face. Now the website warnings began to sound serious. From the random brush of air across his naked skin and the sounds echoing around him, he could tell he was in some kind of open garage. Too late to worry about that, with his clothing locked inside the house.

At first Brian took time to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his hamstrings, his outstretched legs pulling his cheeks into an open display. The dangling of his cock and tied balls between his spread thighs made any little motion an erotic invitation. For the next half hour or so he entertained unbidden pornographic images in his head, bobbing his hips as his erection alternately swelled and faded. After that came a long immeasurable stretch of time, boredom mixed with periods of anticipatory arousal and momentary near-panic. Whatever he had imagined or fantasized, this wasn’t it. Had she forgotten about him? What if he needed to go to the bathroom?

Sounds carried through the open space behind him. Footsteps, staccato-sharp on the driveway. Voices, muffled, growing more clear. A woman’s voice -- Mistress Tania. Then a man’s voice. Two men’s voices.

Brian’s legs tensed as the voices came closer.

A man’s voice said, “And you’ve got him all weekend?”

And Brian suddenly knew fear.