He paced restlessly across the room of his small downtown office. He had just sent an email confirming that he had complied with his orders and it was time for him to take his next big step in life. He wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. He tried to go to his sent box and recall the message. His attempts had been futile. He had scoured throw half a dozen search results to find a way to recall that message. He cursed and buried himself into his chair and waited for time to pass.
He hit refresh and he saw a reply. His heart stopped for a minute. He nervously clicked on the unread email. The response was simple. "You will be picked up at 1800hrs. You will wear nothing but a black thong, stockings, garter belt to hold them up, a black underwire bra, your dress slacks and your shirt. A limo will pick you up and drive you to me. Do not keep the driver waiting. He will be reporting to me everything. So, you better wait his arrival if you're serious."
Reading that a second and a third time, he wondered if he wanted to go through this or if he should pull back. He even typed a response apologizing. But then he realized, he had wired his life savings. He had no where to go. He had to go with this. He checked the time. He had a half hour. The room suddenly seemed to get hotter than it was. He quickly stripped. Pulled out the lingerie from his desk draw and put them on. Nervously he slipped his slacks and shirt on. Made his way to the washroom to see if anything was visible. He wore a white shirt and felt the outline of the bra was visible and wondered what he could do. He looked at his watch, it was 5.50. Ten minutes and he did not want to be late. He hurriedly, locked his phone, car keys and wallet and other belongings on his desk draw and packed downward. He took the elevator and was glad no one was riding with him. It was Friday and most people worked from home. He nervously walked through the lobby and stopped at the front of the door. He could see a black limo pull-up.
The driver got out, walked around the car. Fully dressed in form fitting formals, aviator glasses and a cap and the outfit completed with 3inch boots. His eyes were left stuck staring at her feet as she moved to open the door and quickly glanced at him ushering him to get in. As he neared, she whispered, "welcome slut". You may address me as Ma'am. Once you enter, there's a bag on the seat. Open it, follow the instructions and do as it says. He felt dizzy and tried to muster courage to speak, but words fail to come. She cleared her throat and he snapped back and stammered a quick, yes Ma'am. As he sat, the door closed and he his world went dark. He declined back and hear the car start to move as a dim light appeared. He found the bag next to him that he opened. He put his hand in to find a letter. He pulled it out and tried to read. It was a typed note.
Good evening Slut,
I am glad that you made this choice. It's not an easy transition, but you know that you were born for it. I trust that you've followed your instructions. In the bag you'll find a gag, a hood a pair of 5inch red heels and cuffs. The ride to my place will take about an hour. You will now remove your shirt and pant. Assuming that you followed orders, you'll be at my presence as I like to see you. You will be punished if you have not followed my instructions.
You'll drink the bottle of water in the next half hour. In the remaining half, you'll wear the heels and lock them with the padlocks in the bag, wear the gag followed by the hood and then lastly apply the cuffs on your wrists and lock them in front of you. Once they click in place, you'll sit back and let me take control.
~M
He put the paper down, drank some water and perused the contents of the bag. He closed his eyes thinking about what he had gotten himself into. There was no going back at this point. His fate had been sealed and he hoped he could plead with her in person. He fell asleep for a bit and jolted to life when a voice crackled, 30mins left. He quickly, pulled out the heels; a red pair of 5inch stilletoe heels with a strap that had a small lock. He wore them and they felt comfortable. Locking them in place, he moved on to lock the gag followed by one of the metal shackles before pulling the hood over. His world plunged into darkness. He then fumbled to find the other end of the shackles and with a final clock pressed them shut against his other wrist. He could feel the weight if his wrists as he placed them on his lap and lounged back thinking of what was to come. One silent moment and he could hear music in his ears. The hood had in-built speakers. They canceled every noise around him and for the first time he heard a husky voice. "Welcome to my dominion my pet". You will do everything I say, and when I say it. You will be conditioned, hypnotized and trained to obey my every command. Through past communication, she had already placed triggers in his mind to respond to her commands.
In a gentle but stern voice she commanded. Close your eyes and visualize the most beautiful cock in your mind. It's nice and big cock, it is so thick that it fills your palm. It's pulsing in your hands and you can feel the heat against your face. You want to worship this cock. The trigger she had placed, was the word cock. She had hypnotized him to salivate when she used the word and it was having the desired effect. Bound, hooded and gagged, he was drooling all over himself. He was getting aroused and hard. He wished that this would all stop and part of him wanted her to do more if this to him in person and treat him to that beautiful vision in reality. Just as his mind swirled in this thought of servicing that big cock, he felt his hand being touched. He could feel his hands being pulled towards the direction of the door. As he followed the lead and tentatively turned to step out, his hands cane apart as he fumbled to his feet. Now being helped to stand tall, his hands were swiftly locked behind his back.
He felt a nip in the air as he pushed forward and he fumbled to move in his heels. He realized that it must be the driver as he was lead up a bunch of stairs before being taken through a long corridor. He was brought to a halt. His legs were being kicked part and he tried not to trip as he moved them as far as they would go. His shackles were removed and he was commanded in a stern voice by a coarse voice to put his hands behind his neck. He took some time to comply and was met with a stinging pain across his ass. He could feel his nakedness. He waited in silence in what felt like eternity.
He could hear the click of heels along the floor. The sound growing and getting closer to him. The sound stopped as he felt someone right behind him. He shivered and stumbled forward as he felt cold hands across his bottom. The person behind him was squeezing his ass and gave a gentle swat on both cheeks. Nice ass. She will make for a good slut. The voice commented. The hood was removed and he tried to adjust his eyes to the surroundings. He stood in the well of a large dome shape building that have even been a castle. Big circular stairwells on both ends of the room spiraled upwards. He felt a firm grip on his hair as his head was lowered. Always keep your head still, looking forward and your eyes downcast, she chided. Good that you followed orders.
Two days back, he had received an email from his online Mistress. The instructions were brief and clear. She had ordered him to go to an address she had provided him. It was to a Victoria's Secret outlet across town. She had asked him go the following day around lunch. She had written, "you will ask for Alyssa. If you don't see her at the desk, ask for her and tell her you have been sent by M. If she asks you what you're looking for, you'll tell her, I'm here to be transformed by you into the slut that is worthy of serving my Mistress."
To be continued..
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