It had been a normal Saturday for the most part, playing basketball in the park all day then coming to the dungeon to party all night. I’d been hoping to ogle the girls, spank some butts and maybe get to tie a girl up.

I didn’t know all the time I’d be in the “scene” as it called. I just knew I liked seeing girls in laytex. Then when I ended up dating a masochist I knew I liked dating someone I could hurt. But when we broke up it left a void that I wanted to fill so I searched for S & M groups on the internet and well, that’s how my habits changed a bit. I no longer went to the bars on weekends, instead I came to the best little S & M dungeon in North Hollywood.

I said it had been a normal night, until she walked in. Her dress was red and it shone. Vinyl or laytex, it clung to her body like a lover. She wore high heels that emphasized her sleek legs. She glided into the room like she owned, swept the kitchen where we were hanging out with her gaze and said “Well who’s going to buy me a drink?”

Someone explained, I was too busy staring, that there was no alcohol served on the premises and drinks had to be purchased at the liquor store across the street. Her lips pursed a brief moue of disappointment.

“I just got here and I’m beat” she said to no one in particular.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

“A bottle of Jack” she said, her gaze settling on me for the first time.

“Hi, I’m Alex” I said inanely, extending my hand to her. She just looked at it, I withdrew it feeling foolish.

“A bottle of Jack” she repeated.

“Sure” I said sheepishly.

“Now” she said. My feet were leading me out the door while her voice echoed around in my mind.

What the hell was I doing? I wondered. Why did I offer to buy her alcohol? Why didn’t I refuse when she wouldn’t even shake my hand? Fucking bitch. Hell, I was going to buy myself a beer and come back and drink it in front of her. I wasn’t her fucking Renfield, no way, no how.

And yet, I’d felt something when I looked at her. When she’d spoke to me, a frisson. I wanted to please her. What the hell was going on with me?

“A bottle of Jack” I told the clerk, too preoccupied for social niceties. He pulled it from the shelf and brown bagged it. Crossing the street I ordered my thoughts. Okay, I’m turned on. I’ve bought drinks for girls I wanted before; this is just the same kind of thing. No big deal, except my legs wanted to run me into the kitchen to get her drink to her faster. Self control kept my pace to a brisk walk, and that was an effort.

I walked past a woman pouring alcohol on a guy’s back and setting it aflame with a long wand. It would burn for a second and she would smother it with her hand. He was moaning, a mix of pleasure and pain sounds. Poor sap, I thought.

She was in the kitchen holding court. Men and women gathered around her, the men vying for her attention, some of the women doing the same, others striving to recapture their man’s.

I assumed a waiter’s pose and said “Your bottle, mamouselle”

“Well?” she said questioningly. I was buys studying her face. Clear blue eyes held mine fast and her lips were bright red, full and without a trace of a smile.

“Aren’t you going to pour me a glass?”

Her “court” shared a laugh at my expense. I suppose the humiliation was payback for my sarcasm. Again I wondered why I was putting up with this. Admittedly she was beautiful, but that didn’t explain it since I was no longer a sex starved teenager. Nor even a sex starved twentysomething.

Still I poured her a glass and brought it to her.

“I wanted it on the rocks” she chided me. I was about to throw it in her face; everyone has a breaking point. Then she smiled at me, and took my free hand in hers. Her long red nails caressed my skin and I lost myself in the sensation.

“On the rocks” she said again and I hurried to obey. I emptied the glass out, poured ice cubes in first and the drink splashed over them. I brought her the drink and she accepted it with another smile. This smile was inviting and sultry and I responded, growing hard as a rock. She grasped the back of my head with hand and pulled my face to hers. Her lips were soft as they were beautiful and when she pulled a way I sighed.

“Follow me” she said and I did. She took me to the play section of the dungeon, and stopped in front of something very like a vaulting horse.

“Lay down” she commanded. Through the fog of my arousal I tried to protest. “I don’t play bottom” I told her weakly.

“You do now” she said simply. Her voice was cold and that cut me. I lay down wanting her to be pleased with me again.

“Remove your jeans.”

I obeyed promptly this time, unbuttoning the fly and wriggling them off while trying not to fall off the horse.

“Now your briefs.”

I wriggled them off as well.

Whap, her hand produced a loud ringing sound when it met my ass. It was hard and my naked ass stung.

Again she slapped me, two, three and eventually a dozen times. I bit my lip at the end so I wouldn’t scream. I did shout once, on the seventh time but she told me to be quiet. So I said nothing.

She cupped my face with her hand and considered me impartially.

“You’ll do” she said to me. My heart leaped inside. She knelt in front of me and my face was inches from hers.

She lit a cigarette and inhaled. She blew the smoke into my face and I was erect again. She wiped a drop of blood from my mouth with her finger and then pushed her finger between my lips. I sucked my blood from her finger and savored the taste of her flesh in my mouth. I moaned around her finger. Her other hand slapped me hard across the face but I managed not to bite her finger.

“Silence” she repeated.

I murmured an apology around her finger, which earned me another slap. This time I remained silent.

“Good boy” she said.

“Now you may speak, but only to answer my questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes” I said.

“Good boy. Are you aroused?”

“Incredibly” I said.

“Good. Have you ever submitted to anyone before?”

“Yes.”

“How?” she demanded.

“Tapping out” I replied “in fights or wrestling.”

“Sexually?”

“Never” I said.

“Good” she cooed. “You’ve been depriving yourself though. It feels so good to surrender, to yield to a dominant woman, so natural. You’ve been fighting yourself for so long trying to be in control, when in truth you want to surrender; to take your natural place at my feet. Don’t you?”

“No” I said, defiance and pride rising from deep slumber inside me.

“Fool” she said and struck me across the face again.

“Don’t move” she commanded and I lay still. She fastened something around one wrist and then the other. It felt metallic and cold and I assumed they were handcuffs. Then I felt a horrible burning sensation as she ground her cigarette into my raw ass. Then she slapped the burn area hard. I writhed but she held me in place over the horse.

“Look at me” she said and once again she was kneeling, her face inches from mine.

Her beauty struck me afresh, almost a physical jolt. Again I felt my body’s desire for her war with my mind’s pride.

“You don’t want to admit your desire for slavery. That’s natural. But you can’t fight it, it’s nature’s way for the male to submit to the powerful female. Your body’s already surrendered, only your mind is fighting. But you don’t want to fight, you only feel you have to. But if you surrender, if you accept there are so many rewards.”

She leaned forward and kissed me, I tried to hold my lips closed but she squeezed my throat and they opened. Her kiss was as soft and gentle as her slaps were hard and stinging. I responded and surrendered to the kiss. She pulled away and lifted her breast to my lips and I took her offered breast in my mouth. It was full and I tasted the salty flavor of her sweat and the sweetness of her nipple. It grew in my mouth as I stroked it with the metal ball of my tongue piercing. She let out a small sigh of pleasure and I glowed inside with the joy of pleasing her.

She pulled away from me and I felt an aching void with the loss of her breast in my mouth, incomplete without her flesh. Then she shoved me from the side and I, unable to balance myself with my cuffed hands, fell ignomiously off the horse and onto the ground with an ungraceful thud.

The pointed toe of her high heels encouraged me to roll over with several nudges to my ribs. I was facing up and naked, my erection waving in the breeze. Now she planted her foot on my arm with the open top of the shoe near my mouth.

“Kiss it” she said, “kiss the top of my feet and then my ankle. You crave the taste of my flesh, sample what’s offered.”

I enthusiastically complied, kissing her feet, her ankles, whatever she offered. Now she sat down and straddled my chest.

“Do you surrender to me? Accepting your natural role as slave to the female?”

I nodded my head emphatically. I wanted to be her slave, I wanted to receive her cherished touch.

“Then you may serve your mistress” and she leaned back and enveloped my cock in her moist warmth. It was the sweetest sensation and I merely lay there as she took her pleasure from me. She slid herself down unto the base of my shaft then raiser herself till she hovered at the top. She took me in her hand and guided me around the edge of her lips, pressing me against her g-spot midway inside of her.

I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to, on my back with hands cuffed behind me. I didn’t even rock my hips when pressed herself against me since she hadn’t said I could.

Nonetheless the sensation grew and I felt my cock start to quiver as she rode hard, sliding up and down upon me. I asked my mistress permission to come and she granted it. She ground her body upon mine in slow circles, bringing herself over the edge just as my own release came with my fluid spurting into her warmth.