Her heart began racing as soon as she heard his knock at the door. This was a gamble, but she had confidence in her observations.
"Come in," she replied. He'd been coming to her for a few weeks now, twice a week, to work on core strength. At first she thought she was just giving kinky meaning to otherwise normal things, but over time it had become very clear. The cane stripes, red and raised, poking out the bottom of his shorts as he exercised. The way his posture and performance improved when she stuck her feet under his chin when he did press-ups. He'd drop so low as to almost kiss her feet. Then earlier that day in his session she'd been particularly curt and direct in her instructions and he'd seemed to thrive. And then she knew.
"Yes, Catherine, you wanted to see me," he spoke.
"James, thank you for coming. I know you must be anxious to start your evening", it was 7pm. Her studio was closed, and her boyfriend, her Dom, was sitting in a chair in the corner looking amused. "You're submissive, aren't you James?” She just came right out and said it. He was here now, no point beating around the bush, if she didn't get to the point then there was no reason to have summoned him back after hours. James was silent. "You see, I'm a bottom. But I also like to Domme men. And sitting in that chair is my Dom. And he likes to watch me dominate men.”
James stood deadly still. A slight flush on his skin. A clear shake in his knees. The studio was still. It was a warm night, with just a gentle breeze. The sound of nearby bars with their music playing and the indistinct chatter of patrons floated in through the open windows. That and the smell of exotic cuisines being cooked in the local restaurants were the only things linking the scene unfolding in that room to the outside world.
"Um, um, yes I am Catherine. But I don't see what that has to do with pilates?”
"You will address me as Miss, and you will undress. Now. And stand to attention.” Goosebumps covered her body and she glanced at her man, who in turn gave her an approving grin and mouthed "wonderful" at her. James hesitated, but stood stock still. She caught his eyes, raised an eyebrow and added "Well?" He held her gaze for just a split second more, and then she felt a rush of blood to between her legs as his gaze lowered and he began taking off his shirt. Then his trousers, shoes and socks and finally his boxers. He stood there, at attention, naked and clearly now, at that very moment, under her control. His cock was quite appealing. A good size, and it was clearly becoming engorged, slowly as his new realty was sinking in.
"Now that's much better James," she said as she began circling him like a sergeant inspecting his troops. "Now I can get a proper look at you and see where we need to intensify our work. With things clear that I am Dominant of you, and you submissive to me." She paused momentarily but continued, "Can you imagine what magnificent shape I'll be able to get you in?"
"Yes, Miss," came James' reply. Flashing a look at her Dom her arousal intensified when she could see he was clearly aroused and finding her commanding this, her new sub, so competently. He shifted in his seat and grabbed at his crotch, no doubt making needed space for his erection.
She sucked on both her lips and walked to in front of her nude subject, stopping so close that she could feel his breath on her face and smell a feint whiff of alcohol. He must've had a beer after work before coming to see her. Excellent, she thought, a little Dutch courage is exactly what he'll need for what is coming next. Without moving from his personal space she spoke softly, but clearly "So, when you are in my studio James, you will always address me as Miss or Miss Catherine. You will give 110% effort to any tasks and exercises I give you. You will arrive in your work clothes and change into your kit here in front of me. Is that clear?"
"Yes Miss Catherine!" James snapped back obediently. Someone had clearly trained him well she thought to herself. The sound of one sharp clap from her Dom in approval brought her back to the present moment.
"Now. I'm your Domme, in here at least. And you are likewise my submissive. My subject. You lucky boy. But what about my Dom, James?" He stared straight ahead and said nothing. "James," she persisted, "What about my Dom?" Again he stood there, nude, vulnerable, but silent.
Finally he spoke, "I don't understand Miss Catherine."
She chuckled softly. "James, in order for me to be Domme to you, my Dom must allow me to do so," and she looked over at her Master. He was clearly rock-hard erect and loving the show she was giving him. "Don't you think you ought to thank him, James?"
James stood motionless. He was starting to glow with nervous embarrassed sweat. His whole body was blushing. "Say Thank you, Sir." She ordered and stared him straight in the eyes.
"Thank you, Sir!" James replied. She grinned and stepped back out of his space.
"Now say 'Thank you Sir, may I suck your cock' as I think a blow job is the least you can do under the generous circumstances he's allowing you," she said, pausing before adding, "have you ever sucked cock, James?"
A pregnant pause descended on the room, time standing still except for the feint rumble of music and chatter along the busy road outside. "No Miss, it's been a hard limit of mine," James replied, his voice slightly defeated but curiously steady in tone. James swallowed hard, his throat so tight and dry it was audible. He spoke, “Miss, please, I am submissive. To women. I’m not gay, not gay at all.”
Catherine smiled at him, “Oh James, don’t be so dramatic,” she raised a hand up and ruffled his hair “You don’t need to be gay! You need to be obedient. You do want to obey me, don’t you?”
James stared forward, eyes set on the middle distance. His body tightened, his back straightened, his shoulders locked behind him. He spoke "Please, Sir, may I suck you off, as a thank you?"
Her Dom was grinning from ear to ear. He stood, and both James and herself were in awe of his physique. But just for different reasons. She loved how strong he looked, how utterly in control. James wondered how he was going to fulfil his new Mistresses command on such a masculine person. As he stood he spoke, softly but in a deep tone "Excellent work Catherine. Bravo. Would you like to see your Master get sucked off by another guy?" and he pulled his shorts down, his enormous erection sprang out in to the open air, twitching with anticipation. The slightest hint of pre-cum already forming at the tip.