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A fantasy fulfilled

A true life account of my secret fantasy
All my stories are usually based on fantasy or real life events that have greatly been exaggerated. However this is a true life story of events that actually happened .

The cold tiled floor was sending a shiver through my whole body, or was it nerves, as I waited for her to return. I was standing stark naked in a stranger's house, not sure what was going to happen next. I was about to enter the dungeon of Mistress Scarlet, whose advert I had found in our local papers personal page. We had gone through the motions regarding payment, safe words, etc., and now she was about to return, and take me through the door into her fully equipped dungeon. Ever since I last visited a dominatrix I had known that I would one day visit another. My last mistress had put me through the usual things, i.e. caning and bondage, but at the end of our session she had walked into the room wearing a strap on dildo. I had never been interested in this before, although I must admit I had got turned on watching a woman fucking another woman on porn films, but now seeing her wearing hers had sparked something inside me, and I knew from that moment that I had to try it. It must have been the sight of a sexy woman wearing it, because I had never had the urge to be fucked by a man, and to be honest, the thought turned my stomach.

Apparently, all the psychologists and so called experts say that our fantasies and fetishes can be traced back to something that happened to us in our past. I tried to recall, to find some answers, but could only come up with that sometimes my mother used to hit us with a stick when we had misbehaved, so this could explain my liking for being caned and whipped, but as I'm appalled by incest it doesn't explain why I get turned on by it. Another memory that I recalled was when I was younger, two older girls used to make me and my friend do all their fetching and carrying for them, and used to treat us quite roughly if we didn't do as we were told, so this could partly explain my fixation on dominant women. However now the idea of having my ass fucked by a woman in a strap on cock was at the front of my mind, and I couldn't find a reason for this.

This fantasy to visit another dominatrix was now taking over my life. I had looked at lots of websites, but finding a femdom near enough to visit was proving difficult. Then as I was looking through the classified ads in our local paper, one ad caught my attention. It read

"Mistress Scarlet, experienced dominatrix awaits slaves in her new fully equipped dungeon, novices welcome," and it was only thirty minutes away.

As I was usually out in the van that way delivering, I could easily make up a delivery, so that I could find two or three hours to spare. I rang the number and the woman who answered told me her rates and gave me her website address, which gave out all the services that she provided, and all the rules she had upon visiting her. Although it wasn't going to be cheap to visit her, I clicked on the website and looked at the pictures and saw all the equipment and images of previous sessions. I saw pictures of men, with their faces blacked out in all sorts of positions. Some were wearing women's lingerie, some had their cocks bound up tightly, one even had a vibrator inserted in his ass, and there were a number of pictures showing men's asses in various stages of caning. There were also a number of pictures containing the dom in various attire, from sexy lingerie and high length boots, to skin tight PVC and bondage wear. I picked out a few selections and sent an e-mail to her asking what was involved in those sessions. The next day she had replied with the answers, and my mind was made up, SHE WAS THE ONE, MISTRESS SCARLET!!

Although I had decided, it took a few weeks before I plucked up the courage. I had the e-mail all written out, but couldn't find the nerve to hit the send button. The first time that I had sent the e-mail setting a date I had had to cancel, as my van had mechanical trouble and I couldn't make it. Then the next few weeks I had spent trying to catch up on my missed deliveries, putting back our meeting even further. Eventually I did it, I hit the send button and as soon as I had, my heart started racing. WHAT HAD I DONE?

The next couple of days all I could think about was whether to back out or not, but I kept saying to myself, that it was now or never. I knew I was risking everything, but it was too late, I was too far into it now, I JUST HAD TO GO!!

The night before I didn't get much sleep, and when I did manage to drop off, I woke in a sweat. I had a dream about turning up at her villa and finding it to be one of our customers from the shop, and my secret would be out. I managed to resist the urge to cancel and found myself driving to her home with butterflies in my stomach. I had even showered and shaved, as though I was going on a date.

I was supposed to get to the bottom of her road and then give her a call for my final instructions on how to find her. However, as it was my first visit I decided to park a couple of streets away. My van was covered with my name and telephone number, and until I was sure of her and where she was, I didn't want her knowing all of my details just yet. I called her to tell her that I was on my way up her road, and would be there in ten minutes. The road was on a very steep hill and I had to walk past a number of villas, some of the owners were out tending their gardens, and as I strolled past they would look up and stare at me. I started to get paranoid and thought that they were looking at me as if to say "we know where you´re going", with the real reason being that this was a very quiet area and they were just wary of strangers anywhere near their homes. Eventually I spotted her villa and approached the large black metal gates, which she had left slightly ajar for me to enter. This was it, no going back now, I thought to myself. I knocked on the tatty looking traditional Spanish wooden door, which was opened quickly and I got my first view of my new mistress.

She was a little older than me, about late forties, with longish jet black hair. She was wearing a black silk dressing gown, under which she looked like she possessed quite a good body. I looked down and noticed that she had on black stockings, and my mind couldn't help but wonder what she was hiding beneath her gown. She wore thick black rimmed spectacles, which I thought gave her a strict headmistress look. I was instructed to follow her down some steps leading to the underbuild of her villa, presumably where her dungeon was. I noticed that we were overlooked a little by the next villa, probably why she was all covered up I thought. She produced a key and proceeded to unlock the door, which led to a small room containing a armchair, and two stools next to a small table. She sat down in the armchair and produced a sheet containing the details of our session.

So there I was waiting nervously, then she returned. She had discarded her gown and was wearing a black all in one PVC outfit with black lace panties, stockings and high heeled shoes. She looked me up and down and then produced a thick leather collar, which she wrapped around my neck and fastened tightly. Then she clipped a lead on to the collar and pulled me in the direction of the door into the dungeon. This room was very dark, with one wall painted black and the other three painted blood red. It was dimly lit by some large yellow candles which stood on tall black wrought iron candle holders in two corners. I was yanked towards one corner, which I saw contained a small looking cage fit for a dog, which she opened and pointed at for me to enter. I got on all fours and crawled in, and the door was promptly slammed shut behind me and locked, and she left the room. I lay there for a while, taking in my new surroundings. On one wall there was a shelf which contained a number of different sized vibrators and dildos, above a leather bench with space for a person to fit in and presumably bend over, with leather restraints attached to each leg. Next to it hung a number of assorted whips, canes and bondage restraints. In another corner stood a st. andrews cross, next to a flat leather bench with two smaller benches at the bottom, in a sort of Y shape. Finally along one wall there was a single bed, which had another shelf above it. The contents of this shelf caught my attention. There sitting on it were a couple of black strap on harnesses in which sat very thick looking black cocks. Upon seeing these, my heart cranked up a gear as I realised that they were what I was really here for. Forget all the bondage, sexy clothes and torture equipment, what I really wanted was to have my virgin ass fucked!!

Upon re-entering the room Mistress Scarlet approached my cage and opened the door, and clicked her fingers for me to exit and follow her. She went over to the other side of the room and sat on a small wooden stool and instructed me to kneel in front of her. She lifted one leg up and positioned it upon my shoulder.

"Now lick my shoes clean slave," she ordered. "I´ll start you off on light duties, and before we build up to the big climax".

I took hold of her strappy pvc black high heeled shoe and proceeded to lick it all over. As I expected, after finishing one, I was told to clean the other, and suck on the heel as though I was sucking a man´s cock. When she was satisfied she stood up, grabbed my lead and pulled me over towards the whipping bench. I was duly told to bend over it and she attached my wrists and ankles to the restraints on the legs. I was now completely at her mercy and I saw her reach above my head and take a riding crop from the shelf. After a few gentle strokes, she sped up and increased the pressure.

"Let´s see how red I can get your ass," she said, as she carried on whacking my ass.

She stopped after a few minutes, and I must admit I wish she would have carried on and hit me a bit harder, although I thought I´d best keep that to myself for now. Then I felt something being placed in the crack of my ass, which later I was to find out was the riding crop. Whilst I was still restrained, I saw her reach for something else and all of a sudden saw a flash of light and realised that she was taking photos of my ass and the crop. Wanting to keep my privacy I asked her if she could not take photos of anything that might incriminate me.

"You are not in any position to ask anything slave, so keep your mouth shut," which was followed by another flash of light and a little giggle.

After releasing me from my restraints, she took me over towards the cross in the opposite corner. She placed some leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me and I was told to put my back right up against the cross. First my left arm, followed by my right were lifted up and secured to the cross. This was followed by both my ankles, forcing my legs really wide apart. She went over to a draw and took something out. When she turned around I saw that she was holding a ball gag in her hand, which she promptly forced into my mouth and fastened at the back.

"I like my slaves to wear this," she said. "I love the way it makes them dribble, they all do it, so it´s no good trying to fight it," and she gave out another giggle.

She then started stroking my cock until I was rock hard, then stopped. This was repeated for a few minutes, bringing me to the point of orgasm on numerous occasions, and then stopping. As she did this, she leaned close into me, letting me smell her fragrant perfume. I really wanted to kiss her, and I think she sensed this, as she would pull away, before leaning back into me, but never allowing time for me to do anything. Each time I got close to cumming I gave out a muted moan, hoping that this time she would let me cum. However I knew deep down that she wouldn't let me cum yet, she wanted me to suffer, and if I was honest, it was a real turn on. My cock was near to bursting as she reached into the draw again, this time producing some thin rope, with which she placed under my balls and started expertly wrapping it around my cock. Another piece was then attached to a D ring on my collar and tied to my cock. She again reached for the camera and took a few shots of my bound cock and balls, for her collection she said. She told me to lift my head up, to make my cock stand upright, and took a few more pictures. As she had said earlier, despite trying not to, I was now starting to dribble like a baby because of the ball gag, which again bought another giggle from her.

After my spell on the cross, we went over to the split leg bench. She untied my cock and balls and I was told to lie on my back, and my hands were tied with some rope to a metal ring which was screwed into the wall above my head. The two small benches that my legs were resting on were pulled further apart, forcing me into a Y position, and my legs were then securely tied to each one. She left my ball gag in and took a tube of lube from her draw, placed a drop on her fingers and rubbed onto the tip of my still hard cock. Gently she stroked my cock up and down, again stopping short of letting me cum. A rabbit vibrator was taken off the shelf and she switched it on, gently letting it touch the top of my cock. Gradually she rubbed it up and down my shaft, pausing at the sensitive bit just under the head, forcing me to moan with pleasure. Yet again I was bought to the edge of orgasm, and this time I let out a few louder moans, which bought a large smile to her face.

"Would you like to cum," I was asked, knowing full well that I couldn't answer her. I nodded yes, but was told that as she couldn't hear me, she would take that as a no, further adding to my frustration.

Mistress Scarlet then walked towards the door, turned around and said,

"Now I think i´m going to dress you up as my little slut before I fuck you, would you like that?"

I nodded yes, as it´s something that I had secretly wanted to try and thought it may as well be now. She returned, untied me and instructed me to stand up. She told me to lift up one leg after the other and pulled up a very skimpy G-string leopard print thong. This was followed by a matching leopard print basque top and black tights. The thong rode high up into my ass crack and felt quite erotic, and I found it very sexy. I was tied again, to the wall this time, and Mistress Scarlet took a few more snaps for her album. Next she walked to the shelf, reached up and took down one of her strap on harnesses and fastened it to her waist. The cock wasn't that long, only about 6 inches, but what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in width. As she approached me she told me to open my legs wider and started to rub the cock between my legs. Again she got near enough for me to smell her perfume, and pull away just as she anticipated that I was going to kiss her. She lifted up the basque top and rubbed her body against mine. The feel of her pvc outfit felt amazing against my skin, and my cock rose to the occasion. She was loving teasing me, but was expert enough only to do it when she knew full well that my hands were securely tied. She leaned next to my ear and gently nibbled it for a few seconds, before whispering

"Now I´m going to fuck my sissy slut. You want that, don´t you slut?"

The ball gag was removed, and I answered that I wanted it, to which she replied, "It really doesn't matter what you want, because you´re going to get it anyway," and laughed in my face.

I was untied and pushed over toward the bed and ordered to lie down on my back. My hands were hoisted up and roped to another metal ring in the wall and a spreader bar was attached to my ankle cuffs, stopping me from closing my legs. Some rope was tied to the spreader bar and my legs were hoisted up as she attached it to the metal ring. My ass was now fully exposed as I saw Mistress Scarlet put on some rubber gloves and reach for her lube. This was it, the moment I'd been waiting for, my virgin ass was going to get penetrated. My heart was now really racing as I felt her slip a finger inside me. The lube was working well, and it slipped in effortlessly. It felt better than I had anticipated and it wasn't long before she had a good rhythm going and slipped in another. She stopped and reached for her vibrator, which she slowly lubed up, making sure that I was taking it all in, and placed it at the entrance of my ass. It was switched on, and I felt the head whirling at my exposed hole. The lube was again working its magic and the vibrators head was slowly worked inside me. Mistress Scarlet smiled wickedly, as I gave out a loud moan as inch by inch it slowly made its way further inside. The initial pain soon passed as she continued to work it in and out. It was such a turn on having a scantily clad woman being able to do anything she wanted to me, and I was powerless to resist. Although deep down, I knew this was what I wanted!!

After working my ass with the vibrator I was untied and told to get up. Disappointment spread over my face, as I thought that our session had ended. She must have sensed this, and abruptly said,

"Don´t think that I've finished with you yet, slut. I've decided that I'm going to fuck you from behind, so get back on the bed face down and let me see that ass of yours, high in the air."

I quickly did as I was ordered, and lay face down in my sissy outfit waiting for her thick black cock. First however she got on the bed in front of me and waved her thick cock in front of my face. She held it there for a moment, before announcing

"Now suck my big cock slut, and get it nice and wet, because it´s going in your ass and the wetter it is the less it will hurt."

I reached for the cock and placed it in my mouth, and proceeded to suck it. Up close the cock looked a lot thicker, and I could only just fit my mouth around it, which started to make me think how much it was going to hurt when she started fucking my ass. Things had gone too far now though, and I knew that I was only seconds away from having my fantasy fulfilled. I tried to get it as wet as I possibly could, and sucked with all my might.

Mistress Scarlet then withdrew it from my mouth and got off the bed, walked behind me and I felt her kneel on the edge. The head of her cock was being pressed against the entrance and slowly worked into my ass. THIS WAS IT!!

I braced myself for a lot of pain, but surprisingly it hurt less than I had expected, and actually felt quite nice. The lube must have been doing its job, which came as a relief and I started to relax. I could feel the cock sliding slowly inside me, and my ass seemed to grip it tightly as it made its way in, further and further. When it was nearly all the way in I started to feel some minor pain, but it still felt so good and I soon forgot about it. At one point I even found myself pushing my ass towards her, so that her cock would go deeper inside me. Mistress Scarlet noticed this, and commented.

"My little slut wants more cock does she?"

I responded, "Yes, mistress"

She threw her head back and laughed some more.

She continued to ease her cock in and out of my ass, and steadily she gained speed, and I was loving every minute of it. Whatever pain there had been was immaterial and I was now just enjoying the whole experience. My ass was still tightly gripping the big black thick cock as it was forced in deeper and deeper. I buried my head in to the mattress and wrapped my legs around her thighs trying to pull her nearer, so the cock would go even further in.

"My, you do like your ass being fucked, don´t you slut?" she said.

I couldn't answer, as I was enjoying it too much, and was giving out loud moans of pleasure. I couldn't believe that I was taking the whole cock. The thick cock that I thought was going to rip my ass apart was now fully inserted inside me. A FANTASY FULFILLED!!

She reached under and started to gently stroke my cock with her hand, which was already standing to attention. Yet again she stopped short of letting me cum, and I let out a gasp of frustration. Eventually she withdrew her cock and got off the bed, much to my disappointment. She returned to insert her vibrator back into my ass and the familiar sound of her camera broke the silence, as a few more pictures were taken. I was untied and ordered to stand. My hands were took behind my back and tied tightly together with some rope. Then she took my cock in her hand and proceeded to stroke it. It wasn't too long before I could feel myself getting close to cumming, but didn't build my hopes up too high, as I expected her to stop me short, as she had been doing all through our session.

However this time, she worked up a steady rhythm and said, "It´s OK my slave, now you have my permission to cum. I like to treat my slaves at the end of their session, if they´ve been good."
It wasn't long before I was shooting streams of cum across the floor.

"My, you were ready, weren't you slut?" she said.

"Yes mistress", was all I could reply.

I was told to shower and clean myself up, which I did and re-entered the reception room to get dressed. We chatted for a while about how our session had gone, and said our goodbyes. As I was walking back to the van, I couldn't believe that I had actually gone through with it. My ass was a little sore, but it felt a nice sore, not painful. The sort of feeling that I used to get after a workout at the gym. I ached, but knew it had done me good, so loved the feeling. I saw the same people tending their gardens, and wandered if they had noticed the difference in my behaviour. When they saw me earlier, my face must have looked one of worry and concern, where as now I couldn´t wipe the smile from it.

A few days later I received an e-mail containing the pictures that she had taken of my session for her collection. She asked me if she could use a few for her website, to which I replied no, not yet, but will bear it more thought and let her know. The thought of her owning those pictures worries me a bit, but also is a little bit of a turn on.

As to whether I would return, I can´t say yet, I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, and deep down I knew that I would love to have my ass fucked again. I think I would even like to be dressed as a slut again, as well as taking the bondage and caning up a notch or two. Whether it will be by Mistress Scarlet remains to be seen and I have already been on the internet looking for more possibilities...

...because you know what they say about variety being the spice of life!!!
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