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She smiles at me and slides her arm around my waist pulling me into her.. I'm glad this is a pretty open minded town because we certainly look like a couple now... I flush as she caresses my side through the sweater. "You know bitch, you really don't need that skirt on," she says."This'll do fine... " "B.. but my stocking tops Miss!" I gasp. "people will see!" "Then you'd better be a careful little bitch," she chuckles, then looks around before pulling me into an empty side street. "Take it off now!" "But Miss, what if someone sees?" I plead "Do it now bitch, or do it in the main street. I don't mind which..." she gives me a nasty smile."Just as long as you obey." She grasps me and pins me tight against the wall, and leans in. "You do want to obey me don't you bitch?" "Please.. stop calling me that!" I gasp, struggling in her grip, blushing with embarrassment. She lowers her head shaking it. "Oh dear.. what did we forget? Always Mistress in private.. always..." "Sorry Mistress..." I gasp, as she leans in and kisses me savagely, taking control, making me weak... "Do you want to play with me, you horny little slut?" she whispers as she pulls back.. I can only nod."Then skirt off bitch!" "Yes Mistress!" I squeak, pulling my sweater up so I can get to the skirt... I make a mess of undoing the button but my hands are shaking. Finally I pull down the zip and tug the mini skirt over my hips and let it slide down to the floor... then hurriedly tug my sweater back down over my waist, my panties and my stocking tops. "Very nice.," Mistress Thorne purrs. "You are such a submissive little slut aren't you?" "Y.. yes Mistress!" I reply shivering with nerves... and excitement "Good," she smiles. "Pick up that skirt and follow me, it's not far.. oh and bitch?" "Yes Mistress?" I ask, starting to kneel down and pick up the skirt... "Bend at the waist.. legs straight!" I nod, knowing why... knowing she's staring at my ass, feeling my sweater rise up, exposing my stocking tops and my panties. Oh my.. I really hope she enjoys the show! I know it's making me feel light headed! "What a cute arse" she drawls. "Hold that pose my sweet bitch." I freeze, bent over, hand outstretched for my skirt."Yes Mistress." I feel her slide one finger round the crease between my leg and buttock. "It is how you say it in England, right bitch? Arse?" "Yes Mistress," I reply meekly, trembling in the uncomfortable pose. "Ripe for a spanking, right bitch?" she says, running her finger across my stocking tops. "Y.. yes Mistress!" I squeak, increasingly nervous, after all this is a public place... "You'd like that wouldn't you?" she asks pressing one finger where my panties cover my rosebud, pushing the tampon a little deeper inside. "Please can I stand up Mistress?" I plead, which only makes her press harder. "Answer the question," she says calmly. "You'd like to be spanked wouldn't you?" "Y.. yes Mistress! Now please can I stand?" I say begging "You'd like to be spanked right here, right now wouldn't you?" she presses... and I'm certain I can hear someone coming. "Yes Mistress!" I squeak a little desperately. "Stand straight dear, you're showing off your knickers," she says with a grin, and I straighten bolt upright, tugging my sweater down as I do so.. There's a pause and two guys walk past, giving us both some appreciative looks, and making me squirm some more.. oh.. I'm so glad I'm in the gaff or... "Don't stand there all day Angel," Mistress Thorne says grinning."Back to my place remember? You can look after me.. and I can perhaps take care of you?" "Oh... yes Mistress," I reply awkwardly, clutching my skirt, aware she has me off balance again. She leads off at a brisk pace, leaving me to hurry behind. I have to really swing my hips to keep up, which makes my sweater ride up.. which means I have to keep pulling it down. I'm sure Mistress Thorne knows this, and that I'm in my own little world of arousal, fear and excitement. When she does stop, I almost run into the back of her, before regaining my control. It's a little cottage on the edge of town, about 10 minutes away from my house! I know it's a holiday rental but not who rented it.. until now. "Ready to put yourself at my mercy my sweet Angel?" she asks smiling "I.. err.. thought I already was," I stammer blushing "Clever answer," she grins. "But.. follow me in here and I can do whatever I like with you.. right?" "Well I.. err..." I stammer."I'd like a safe word?" "See I knew you were clever," she chuckles."Okay you can have a safe word, Divine will do..." "Hey! No!" I protest. "Not that.. not her name!" "Oh?" Mistress Thorne raises an eyebrow."Why ever not?" "Because she's a manipulative, patronising, sadistic...." I trail off into silence as Mistress Thorne laughs "As opposed to me?" she laughs."And I'm not any of those things?" I flush, and look at the pavement. "Please may I have a different safe word Mistress Thorne?" "Oh very well.. Houston." "Thank you Miss," I reply almost curtseying. "Follow then." And Mistress Thorne walks to the door and opens it."Sissy sluts first... " she waves me in past her and I step nervously over the threshold.. into her hallway, as she follows me in and shuts the door she orders. "Kneel bitch!" Without thinking I sink to my knees, and she laughs."Good bitch. Now, the owners of this place have a dog and leave its spare collar here, I think I'll borrow it for now." I squirm as she fastens a big heavy leather collar about my neck. It smells faintly of dog, and I flush so brightly. "Now, for this afternoon, you are my bitch right?" she squats before me to attach a leash to the collar."And that's your name. You do not answer to Angel, to sissy or anything else, just Bitch. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," I reply squirming. "Well done, you can stand now," I rise with her on shaking legs, watching her wrap the leash round her fist till it's taut."Follow me..." "Yes Mistress..." I reply following her on my short leash, feeling humiliated, but so excited... "Now bitch," she says yanking me till my face is a foot from hers."What you are going to do now is take your panties and whatever is holding your cock in check off, kneel at my feet and give them to me. Understood?" "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, and under her watchful eyes, pull up my sweater, and pull down my panties, followed an awkward moment later by my gaff... as my cock springs free and stiffens, I sink to my knees and hand them over. "Good sissy, well done. Now.. take my boots off and do it right." I flush, this is supposed to be a normal day... shopping, some time to myself, like a normal person. Not leaning in to kiss a dommes boots. I kiss them on the toe before reaching up to unzip them and slide them off her feet. Without really looking at me she wriggles her toes, and I start to massage her feet, whilst she reads a newspaper, occasionally flicking down the corner and peering over... after a while she comment's seemingly out of the blue. "A good collared bitch wouldn't be afraid to really worship her owners feet, right bitch?" "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I whimper then lean in to take her left foot in my mouth and start to suck.. at least this creates a faint groan of satisfaction from behind the paper... I swap between her feet as I go, licking and sucking and stroking... it lasts for an age, until my jaw is tired, and all I can smell or taste is her feet, and the damp nylon that covers them. Finally she finishes her paper and puts it to one side. "That will do bitch, in fact I need to change," she leans over and grips my chin, bringing my face up to look at her."Seems like some slobbering sissy has dribbled all over them." She leans in and kisses my forehead."The slut did help me relax though... now be a dear and make me a coffee, you can have one too. I may kiss you later and I dislike the taste of my own feet," she chuckles."You can make yours in a bowl though.. no mugs for you my pretty toy." "No Mistress Thorne, of course not Mistress Thorne," I reply meekly, as she releases my chin and rises elegantly from the couch. I watch her walk to her bedroom, wishing I was going with her.. seeing the damp footprints she leaves on the tiles... oh gods I'm such a slut... I did that... I take the opportunity to get into the kitchen, find things fairly swiftly and make the coffees. I place the cafatiere on a tray together with milk, sugar, cream, and one cup and one... bowl... then wait anxiously for my Mistress to return. I'm distracted, staring out the window over the beach to the sea, when I hear boot-steps behind me on the tiled floor. I pick up the tray and turn to face her, and my jaw drops, and my legs shake a bit... She's wearing a black mini-dress, backless I think, fastening tight behind her neck. The trim is dark blue, and in the same pattern there's a rose on the front of the dress, thorn's showing of course. It's so short it gives me a peek at her stocking tops as she walks towards me... about 6ft away she pauses and strikes a pose, her 4' heeled stiletto boots showing of her legs wonderfully. She dangles a set of cuffs from one leather gloved hand. "Ready for the next part my little bitch?" she says grinning. I swallow, flushed."Y.. yes Mistress Thorne..." ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- I bring out the tray, and at her direction, bend over to place it on the little table near the couch. As I do that I feel her hand stroke my ass, so I hold the position as her gloved hand explores the curves... "Very nice, sissy, so pert... what do you do to keep in shape?" "I play racquet sports Mistress," I reply, feeling awkward, talking about my normal life whilst in this position... "A good idea, we wouldn't want a slut with a saggy arse now would we?" "No Mistress," I say as she taps my behind gently. "Now make the coffee, whilst I make myself comfortable," she commands, her hand leaving me as she sits down. I carefully make the coffee, for her, black with no sugar, then pour some into the bowl for me, with a little milk. At her direction, I place it down on the floor, then turn my back to her so she can cuff my hands behind me. "Ah.. it suits you so well my sweet bitch, and now you can't do anything about that lovely sweater rising up.. good job no one else can walk past now right?" "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply meekly, aware my stocking tops are on show now. "Turn and kneel between my legs bitch, your lips oh.. one foot away from my panties." "Yes Mistress," I reply, turning and carefully sinking to my knees before her... realising that my eyes are level with her panties...her crotch... her pussy... oh... Then she pulls me nearer and puts one leg after the other over my shoulders so my body is forced into the couch, and my lips are less than an inch away from the satin of her panties. All I can see, smell or taste is her.. and then she begins to speak. "Now bitch. I need to make a call. No movement from you right? No distracting me or there will be trouble right?" "Yes Mistress," I reply, my lips brushing her panties, as I speak. "Good..." I hear her dial a number, then wait for a response."Hello Thorne here, I'm returning your call from before. Now... are you sure you want to join us?" There's a pause, then she replies."Oh yes.. you live the lifestyle, 24/7.. oh yes... no escape." She chuckles "Scared? Perhaps you should be, I have one of my little sissy bitches with me right now," A pause."Collared and cuffed of course, it is a Saturday... aren't you bitch?" "Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, lips brushing her panty again... "Such a good little bitch I have here boy," she says into the phone."Would you like to become my good bitch?" Pause "Really? And should I keep a horny bitch like you chastised?" Pause."Oh yes I would most definitely like that... hmm.. tell me do you have all your affairs in order?" A long pause."No? Then you are wasting my time... oh really? You will sort them? Well call me back then and maybe we'll talk again." She hangs up and puts the phone down, her hand moving between her legs to stroke my hair."I do hate time wasters, don't you my bitch?" "Yes Mistress," I reply, the scent of her increasing arousal flooding my nose. "You're a good little slut aren't you?" she says continuing to stroke my hair. "Yes Mistress," I say, flushed aware that I'm addressing my comments to her crotch.. just a few inches away from my eyes. "Do you want to play with my pussy bitch?" she asks rocking her hips slightly forwards. "Oh... oh yes Mistress..." I whimper, senses overwhelmed by her. "I'm not sure you mean it..." she drawls."I'd hate to be playing with a bitch who doesn't worship my pussy, tell me do you worship it bitch?" "Yes Mistress Thorne." "I need more detail than that bitch," she chuckles."Convince me..." I flush."Please Mistress Thorne.. I worship your pussy, I long to worship it with my lips and tongue..." Embarrassed I sense this is still not enough."Please Mistress Thorne.. I.. I am your collared bitch, your horny c.. chained slut, helpless before you, please permit me to pleas.." I can't say any more as Mistress Thorne pushes my head into her moist crotch."Oh that was just darling bitch, now make me cum." So helpless I start to lick at her panties, kiss them, using my lips and tongue to manipulate the pussy behind them. With the satin being rubbed around her already aroused crotch it doesn't take long to make her cum, though I sense that has more to do with her pleasure at dominating me than my oral skills.. still she sounds more than pleased as she cums, then slowly takes her legs of my shoulders. "Well bitch," she addresses me, pulling me back so I can see her flushed face."I can see you do have your uses... " "Thank you Mistress Thorne," I reply, aware my face is smeared with her juices. "Tell me, my darling sissy bitch, did that make you horny?" "Oh yes Mistress Thorne," I reply flushed, aware my cock is hard between my stockinged legs. She reaches down and grabs my leash, just where it joins the collar, and uses it to pull my face up closer to hers."Are you a sissy slut bitch?" I blush, trying to turn away, not wanting to answer, before finally shaking my head."No.. Mistress..." "Really?" she says amused."Kneeling between my legs, my cum juices on your face, and a rigid sissy cock, but you're not a sissy slut bitch?" "No Mistress..." I repeat myself. "That's a shame Angel, a real shame," she purrs, mockingly "I'd allow a sissy slut bitch to cum, but since you're not one, well I guess you can't..." she chuckles, and pauses for some agonising seconds before asking."So.. tell me Angel, are you absolutely sure what you are?" I flush, trapped... she's trapped me! I so want to cum, but then I have to.. to say.. oh gods she's manipulated me so well... "I'm a s.. sissy... s.. s.. slut b.. bitch Mistress Thorne," I stammer "Really? But you were so sure you weren't a moment ago?" she says, her voice dripping with mock concern."Oh my.. which should I believe?" she pauses again, tapping her chin with her free hand, then looks at me with mock surprise."Say Angel, you're not just saying that so you get to cum are you?" "N.. no Mistress Thorne," I manage struggling to keep up with her teasing. "Really? I'd hate to think I have a lying little bitch on my hands... hmm... remind me what you are?" "A sissy slut bitch Mistress Thorne." "Louder!" she commands "Tell me what you are!" "I'm a.. a sissy slut bitch Mistress Thorne!" I repeat louder, flushing. "And again!" "I'm a sissy slut bitch Mistress Thorne!" I shout. "So you lied to me when you denied it, my little bitch?" she asks, and I can only nod "Yes Mistress." "Stupid little bitch aren't you sometimes?" she says and I can only agree."But.. hmm.. I did say I'd let you cum..." She uses her free hand to tap her chin as she thinks... or teases.. I'm guessing she already has a plan... "I guess I'll just have punish you for lying, and make you cum at the same time!" she says, acting like that brilliant idea had just occurred. "That's fair isn't is, my sissy slut bitch?" "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne, very fair," I reply nervously. "Excellent," she stands dragging me up on the short leash."Come along.. oh and what are you?" "I'm a sissy slut bitch Mistress Thorne." "Just checking," Now, just keep saying that as we go to the bedroom," she says with a giggle, leading me across the room towards the door at the far end. I get to say I'm a sissy slut bitch at least ten times before she stops, posing me facing a full length mirror... "Keep saying it bitch," Mistress Thorne says as she reaches into a drawer. With her behind me, I see her pick out a large black ball gag and stand behind me, holding it. Half way through a repeat of the chant she forces it into my mouth chocking me off halfway though the word slut. I wince as she pulls it tight, tight enough to hurt, and I feel my tongue pressed against the base of my mouth. "Lovely don't you think?" Mistress says happily, sliding the collar round my neck so the leash is dangling down my back. "Now your screams won't disturb the neighbours right.. I do try and be thoughtful you know." Replying right now would be futile, but I do worry as she loops the leash over the cuffs and pulls it tight, forcing me to arch my back, and making my breasts thrust forwards. I groan in discomfort as she ties the leash forcing me to remain in position. "Now my dear sweet sissy bitch, look at yourself in the mirror, don't you look hot?" I look in the mirror and flush crimson, I'm drooling, and my lovely hair is all messed up by the gag, though the flower clip maintains the illusion of an innocent victim. My sweater is fine,though my breasts are thrust forwards, and it's ridden up on my hips exposing my cock, my suspenders, my arousal... if it weren't for my stiff manhood I'd look like an innocent damsel in distress... "Esth... " I hiss around the gag, making her laugh. "Now sissy slut bitch, it's quite simple, I spank your legs and I masturbate you at the same time. Your job is to stay still..." she moves up tight behind me, one leather gloved hand gripping my cock, the other behind me."I said spank didn't I? My mistake Angel, I meant crop.. the reach is better don't you think?" And with that she crops the back of my calf, making me squeal into the gag, and flinch, and the she strikes again, this time exquisitely painful in the back of my knee, making my eyes water... all the time skilfully manipulating my cock. As I start to sob and twitch uncontrollably caught between pleasure and agony, I manage two clear thoughts.. firstly she must have good co- ordination, and secondly, my stockings will be ruined. All the time I can see my sobbing struggling frame, looking so scared, so pretty, so helpless... so.. oh.. my poor cock is throbbing. I want to cum, but she teases me, giving me more pain instead, before returning to her sexual caress. Pain, pleasure, arousal and denial, loop on and on, 'till slowly, ever so slowly I near climax.. "Such a pretty pain slut, such a dirty dirty bitch. Getting aroused by this? Getting so excited by looking at your own tortured image, what kind of a sick cunt are you? My filthy bound pervert... " Oh gods, no.. oh.. her talk pushes me right to the edge, then with a series of crops to my thighs and a pumping of my cock, I cum.. so very hard, spraying the mirror with dirty white gobs... Oh gods, I'm so embarrassed, so humiliated, so... oh, but she still pumps the last drops out, from my trembling form, as she releases me I sink to my knees, sobbing, but oh.. oh... that was so.. intense... I watch her bring her cum-stained glove to her lips and taste it. "You do taste better fresh Angel, I will have to bear that in mind, now... I will uncuff you and let you get cleaned up. I'll get you a drink, oh and sweetie? Don't take your collar off, even if you have a shower, right?" "Esth," I drool and she smiles kneeling down to uncuff me. "You know.. I think I enjoyed that more than cumming" she says, pulling "Your are such an interesting sissy to play with. Take some time to cool down and come to me when you're ready." And with that she leaves me trembling on the floor, trying to get some control of my body, or my thoughts. ------------------------------------------ It takes me a few minutes to pull myself together enough to stand on shaky legs and step to the bed. I pull off my boots, and twist to look at my legs, the stockings are ruined and the red crop marks are sore, and obvious. Regretfully I peel off the stockings, then my sweater, which needs washing now, and my bra. She indicated I could have a shower, and I'm filthy right now... finally, why finally? I take the gag off.. my jaw aches, then step into the shower. The water stings my sore legs, but makes me feel better, though the collar gets damp and starts to smell a little, which keeps me from staying in too long. As I step out, I see she's returned my gaff and panties, and left a pair of white socks out. I dry myself and dress gratefully, putting my 'tackle' in order and slipping my sweater back on. The socks go over my knees and go well with the outfit, and I slip into my boots before opening the door and presenting myself to her. "Feeling better now my sweet bitch?" Mistress asks from her place on the couch, and as I nod she grins."Good, I made you a fresh coffee." I look at the table beside her and blush, there is a bowl there with steaming coffee in it. "Thank you Mistress Thorne," I reply with a curtsey, making her smile "Now come sit beside me Angel, I think we can switch back to that for now don't you?" "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply taking the bowl and carefully sitting down next to her on the couch. I sip out of the bowl feeling her eyes on me, I sense she wants to say something, but isn't sure how. No dominant wants to seem uncertain so I try and ignore it. Besides I need this coffee. "I find you interesting Angel," she says finally."Perhaps we could meet up out of work again?" "I.. I'd like that Mistress Thorne," I say staring into my coffee. "How long can I keep you tonight?" "I.. I need to be home for midnight," I say blushing, then add."Or I turn into a pumpkin." "Always possible with that hair," she says teasingly."And that's fine... question is my sweet slut, do you want to stay?" "W.. what will you do to me?" I ask nervously. She chuckles."Oh nothing much, I've had my fix for now.. perhaps I'd like to learn more about you, so I can.. play with you better." "OOh.. ," I blush. "Well.. I suppose I.. I could..." "Settled then," she says."Now put down your pet bowl bitch." "Yes Mistress," I reply, carefully putting it on the table... then gasping as she leans in and pushes me down on the couch beneath her and kisses me hard taking control... making me... oh.. my she really does like me... Making out with Mistress Thorne is... wonderful. Being pinned down beneath her as she kisses me, slides her body against mine.. slides her leg in between mine.. oh... my... She's still completely in control of course, but... sometimes vanilla is nice. Sometimes vanilla is intense... but eventually I need to surface for air. She smiles, almost triumphant as she pulls back and lets me up, breathless and flushed. "I see I don't have to whip you to take control?" "No Mistress Thorne," I say blushing."J.. just being err.. you seems to work well enough.." I get another laugh, a nice one I think."Oh Angel, you are a manipulative little thing, but in such a cute way. Hmm.. lets change things around, stand up and take your lovely sweater off." "Y.. yes Mistress," I say, with a sigh, getting myself off the couch and standing before her. My sweater has already ridden up over my hips, and hers has too... I can see the intoxicating flash of my mistresses blue panties, between her dark stocking thighs. I pause staring at the glimpse, my hands gripping the hem of the sweater. Mistress grins and tugs down her skirt, making me blush and pull the sweater up over my head so I don't have to see her smirk. As I tug it off, I shake out my hair and look at her, now sat legs together in the middle of the couch, and looking me up and down appreciatively. Blushing I stand hands clasped before me, eyes down, waiting for her to instruct me... "Very nice, but I think you should keep on with your corset training." "Yes Mistress Thorne." "Now, come lie across my lap, face down," she pats her lap."And this is where your cute little ass should go isn't it?" "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I say, and walk over and lower myself lengthwise onto the couch, and across her lap. My face is resting against one cushioned arm, my booted shins across the other, and my pantied crotch is resting on her lap. It's a good thing I'm wearing the gaff, otherwise the feeling of her stockinged legs and satin dress would have me embarrassing myself. Even so I twitch as she gently strokes my ass. "Aww come on Angel, you didn't think you'd spend so much time with me and not get your pretty little ass spanked did you?" she says, teasingly tugging my panties down. "Well.. yes Mistress Thorne I.. I did..." I reply squirming. "Oh dear, that was a silly sissy thought now wasn't it?" she says stroking my ass some more. "Yes Mistress," I reply embarrassed. "Now..." she says tickling my thigh, making me twitch, and try not to giggle."Let's establish some ground rules Angel. Oh and Angel?" "Yes Mistress?" I reply nervously. "First you have to beg to be spanked by me," she orders rubbing my inner thigh."Do it now!" Oh gods! I squirm, torn, not wanting the pain, but knowing I want her... to keep wanting me... "Please Mistress spank me.," I try, knowing in my heart it's not enough. "If that's the best you can do, you'd better leave now," she says firmly running her gloved finger around the rim of my rosebud... and gently tugging on the string of my tampon... Oh that makes me feel dirty, and embarrassed, and.. "I.. I'm a d.. dirty, dirty sissy bitch Mistress Throne, please, please give me the punishment I deserve, I.. I need to feel your firm spanks on my slutty arse, I need to be punished, I need you to punish me... I'm your dirty sissy Mistress Thorne... I.. give me a red arse.." I squeal because she takes me up on my request, and gives me a dozen hard spanks making me squeal on her lap. "Well well.. I think we both needed that," she says finally relenting."Ready for some ground rules bitch?" Sobbing I nod."Y.. yes Mistress Thorne..." "Oh shush now, or I'll spank you again," she says lightly tapping my ass."First rule, no getting on the furniture unless I give permission. Right?" "Yes Mistress," I whimper, blushing "Secondly, you will obey my orders, I may ask you things, give you choices, but if I tell you to do something you do it, right?" "Yes Mistress," I reply then squeak as she slaps my ass again. "Do try and sound interested slut, and thirdly, you will ask my permission to do anything of your own volition, right? Including going pee pee." "Y.. yes Mistress," I reply nervously, blushing harder. "And that actually covers things for now.. or until I think of something else," she says, still petting my ass."You happy with that?" "Yes Mistress... I.. I think so," I reply awkwardly, still wincing as she toys with my sore ass. "Good, now hands behind your back like a good bitch," she says, and I slowly obey, still embarrassed as I cross my hands behind my back. "Do you know how adorable you look when you're helpless bitch?" Mistress Thorne says as she cuffs my hands. "N.. no Mistress.. " I reply, but then she spanks me. "Don't lie to me sissy," she spanks me again."No one looks like you do, dresses like you do, gets turned on like you without thinking they're gorgeous." "I.. I think I look hot Mistress!" I stammer."I think I look all cute and vulnerable when I'm bound!" "I know dear, but doesn't it feel good to say it?" she smiles, stroking my ass."Doesn't it feel good to say what you are and what you like? I bet you've had to keep it all inside for so long.. before.. well..." she taps my ass."You could let it all come out right?" "Yes Mistress," I whimper obediently, squirming. "Good now squirm around so you're face up," she commands, and I writhe around on her lab, gasping and struggling a little as I roll myself over, fighting not to fall off. "Ooh..I see you've done this before slut," she says as I finally manage it, and she slides her hand behind my head. "Time for a little kiss" she says and forces my lips onto hers.. I melt into it, the state and position of my body forgotten. One hand keeps my lips pressed against hers, the other explores my thighs, my crotch.. tenderly... "Want to play a little game bitch?" she asks softly. "I.. I guess so Mistress," I reply nervously. "Good..." she grins."Stand up." I obey, a little awkwardly and she reaches behind her and pulls out a ball gag. Standing up she motions me to open my mouth, which I do, of course, and allow her to fasten it in, then she kneels between my legs, feeling them up, before carefully pulling down my panties and gaff all as one down around my ankles... my cock pops out and stiffens immediately. Looking at her questioningly I wonder what the game is... "You're a curious slut aren't you?" she says rising, and moving in to kiss my neck, stroking my cock."Wanting to know what the next part of the game is? Wondering if it will hurt? Standing all gagged and helpless hmm... well the game.. the game is easy... She steps back."The game is hide from the delivery boy.." My eyes widen, then the doorbell rings! "I'll be right over..." she calls out, then smiles at me, straightening her skirt "Well, get started then!" Oh shit! Oh shit! I can't be seen like this... I try and step, but my panties are a hobble! So instead I hop.. heading to the bedroom.. I can hear her opening the front door and speaking.. shit! shit! shit! My cock is bouncing up and down, and to my shame, stiffening as I do this. Even more when I realise the door is shut! I turn to put my back to the door and fumble with the handle, opening it, and practically falling through. I kick the door shut and listed to her voice, and her steps, slowly coming closer, closer, then she opens the door and smiles. "Diner's here, you do like pizza don't you?" she grins "I know it's not particularly up market, but the delivery boy is so cute, he'd make a great girl." I look up at her gob smacked and she looks down, taking in my expression, my stiff cock, and laughs.. which makes me blush... then she leans down and slips her finger through my collar and pulls me up. Her other hand expertly undoes the gag and flings it across the room, then she kisses me so hard... again... "I do like you bitch," she chuckles, steadying me on my feet, then wraps her hand around my cock. "Now kick off your panties and follow me..." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply blushing as I work the panties off my legs with my feet. I'm wearing a lot less than I'd like, but this is her game... "Lovely Angel!" she grins, then leads me out by my cock, something that ensures I will keep up... Dinner is pretty normal, well apart from me kneeling at her side, half naked with my hands cuffed behind my back whilst she feeds me, it's normal. We chat, about normal things, then she frees me and lets me dress. "You are cute Angel," she says when I'm finally ready to leave."I'll be sure to visit here more often, right?" "Yes Mistress," I reply with a curtsey, then turn and blush."Err.. the collar?" "Oh silly me," she grins and unfastens it."But.. maybe.. if you're good, I'll get you a proper one sometime. Goodnight Angel." "Night Mistress Thorne," I reply, walking out into the evening sunshine.. pondering what I've got myself into.. and if I should call a cab... --------------------------------------------------------------------------