Brian's Story
Copyright© 2024 by Rajah Dodger
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.
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