The Balls To Date Me
I got to the restaurant early like I always do. I am chronically early because I hate being late and today was no different. As I sat waiting for the rest of my party to arrive, I noticed a slightly overweight but voluptuous Hispanic woman keep walking by. She was wearing all black which inlcluded a black blouse type of shirt, a tight leather mini-skirt with black leggings, and black boots that went about ⅓ of the way up the calf. It wasn’t until I saw her carrying menus with a group following her that I realized this intimidating looking woman was the hostess.
She ed by several times and my eyes followed her everywhere she went when she was in my field of vision. I was starting to get aroused just watching her body move until she shot me a look. Her eyes were not soft. She pierced with me her look. It didn’t say “don’t you dare look at me.” Her look said, “Look at me if you dare.” I looked back at her icy stare and then quickly looked down at the ground. If this was a staring contest I had clearly gotten my ass kicked.
My party arrived, we did our introductions and when I looked over she was waiting to seat us and looking directly at me. I smiled at her but she just stared back at me and then licked her lips. I lost again. I broke the gaze and looked down. I was now so hard that it was difficult to walk. This woman was driving me crazy sexually.
She took my arm, spun me next to her, and said, “Right this way” and then let go as we started to walk. This put me directly behind her so I could see her magnificent thick ass and smell her delicious perfume. As our potential customer droned on and on, all I could think about was that sexy hostess.
The next thing I knew dinner was over and as we were making our way to the front of the restaurant when I felt a piece of paper being shoved into my hand. I looked back to see what was going on and saw the hostess’ hand moving away from mine. She just looked at me and said, “read it.”
I waited until I got into the car and read it. It just said, “If you have the balls to date me call me” and her number was next to it.
That statement excited me and terrified me. There was something about her confidence, her demeanor, her power, and her sexuality that told me that if I dated her, my life would change to her benefit. I felt, without any proof at all, that my wants and needs would be secondary to hers or even worse, completely disregarded. But then another part of me thought that my wants and desires would be used as a reward and punishment scenario. But I knew one thing for sure, I would call her when I got home.
My hands were almost shaking when I dialed her number. She answered and I said, “Hi, this is William.”
Before I could finish she said, “I know who this is. Barely anyone has this number. I thought you might have the balls to call me but I wasn’t sure. You can pick me up tomorrow night at 7:00. You plan the evening but I have veto rights on anything you choose. Is that clear?”
I said, “Yes.”
Her tone got a bit aggressive and she said, “Yes what?”
My four years in the Army kicked in and I said, “Yes ma’am.”
She said, “No. I mean repeat back to me what I just said so I know you understand.”
I said, “Yes, I will pick you up at 7:00. I will plan the evening but you have ultimate veto rights. Where am I picking you up?”
She said, “I will text you my address” and then she hung up on me.
I had never been mistreated like this before. She was rude, she was demanding, she was abrupt and my cock was throbbing from the experience. Somehow she was bringing something out in me that I didn’t know existed and I wasn’t even sure what it was.
When I pulled up at her apartment complex she took my breath away. She was wearing tight fitted leather from head to toe. I jumped out of the car and opened her door for her. I was praying that was the right thing to do. In this day and age opening the door for anyone can be viewed very differently. But she seemed to approve and she got into the car and waited for me to close her door for her. I climbed into the drivers seat and she said, “Well? Aren’t you going to tell me how nice I look?”
I said, “Oh yes. You look amazing. I wasn’t sure if I could say anything.”
She seemed annoyed by this answer and said, “I like my men submissive and obedient but not spineless like they had their testicles removed. Be a man, be a gentleman, be attentive and if you disagree with anything I say, then you can be obedient.”
I said, “Okay. In that case you look so beautiful that you literally took my breath away when I turned the corner and saw you standing there.”
She said, “Good. Now tell me why I picked you and what you think I intend to do to you.”
I said, “I don’t know. Don’t you know what you want?”
She said, “Do not make me angry William. You would not like me when I am angry. I am sure you have a hunch. Now tell me.”
I swallowed hard and said, “I think you are some kind of dominatrix. You intend on breaking me and making me your slave. You don’t respect me or care what I think because you are powerful and dominant.”
Longing for her approval I said, “Was I close?”
She smiled for the first time that I had ever seen and said, “I knew I chose well. Not only did you guess better than I had thought you would, you chose to come here tonight knowing full well what my intentions for you were. Now tell me William boy. Do you get sexually excited when you think about me breaking you?”
I said, “Yes, very much.”
She said, “Good. I don’t want to waste my time with whatever you had planned for this evening. Park you car and come up to my apartment. I am in building 3 and my apartment is 320 on the second floor. Now be a good little subby and obey.”
Without even being told call her mistress I replied, “Yes Mistress. I will obey.”
When she let me into her apartment she slammed me against the wall and kissed me. I did not kiss her, she kissed me. The exchange was meant to arouse me and let me know she was in control and it served its purpose perfectly. She unzipped my pants, yanked my hard cock through the hole, and took it like a leash. Then she said, “Come with me little subby. I have you by your leash now.”
We walked past what was clearly her master bedroom and made our way to the guest bedroom at the back of the apartment. When we walked in I felt a wave of panic. There were devices all over the room that looked medevil. And right in the middle of the room was a St. Andrew’s cross in an upright position. She said, “I bet your heart is pounding now. I will never do anything to you that you don’t want me to do. You will even have a safe word so if you thought you wanted something and changed your mind, you can use the word and I will stop. Now remove your clothes and lean back into the cross.”
I was so frightened that I was shaking. She stroked my cock for a minute and said, “Calm down sweetie. Mistress is going to make you feel unbearable pleasure, not unbearable pain. I just want you to willingly relinquish control by allowing me to strap you to the cross.” Then she strapped me in.
She pushed a button and the table went to a laying position. A screen was suspended from the ceiling. She pushed a button and the screen lowered until it was about 9 inches from my face. She walked around to a part of the room where I could not see her and then she came into my view holding a gas mask. She fastened it to my face and said, “Breathe deeply baby. This gas will make you sleepy and very open to suggestion.”
I said, “Yes Mistress. What is my safe word?”
She laughed and said, “You don’t get one. I just said that to get you into the cross. But I assure you slave, you will not need one. I am a woman of my word and I will never do anything to you that you are not completely enjoying. Now keep your eyes on the screen and listen to my voice.”
She pushed a remote and the screen came to life. It had spirals that were spinning but also in a swirling spiral of their own. As the spirals spun past set points on the screen a little light would flash almost creating a strobe effect. That was when I first started to notice the sensation like I was floating. My ears were humming and I knew that the gas she had me breathing was taking effect as well. I felt her hand wrap around my cock and I felt a cold gel on my cock. Then she said, “Just some numbing cream so my slave doesn’t cum while he is being brainwashed.”
She stroked me as the images on the screen danced in my eyes and the gas laid waste to my resistance. Then she said, “You are feeling more aroused and more relaxed than you have ever felt. You know I am going to hypnotize you but you are helpless to resist. In fact, you have no desire to resist because you have always known this day was coming. You have always known you were meant to serve women. The pleasure in your cock makes it so difficult to think. Just relax as my hand goes up and down, up and down, making you so horny and so submissive.”
I was floating in a sea of submissive pleasure and I didn’t want this feeling to ever go away. She said, “As my hand goes up and down your big cock, your eyes become heavier and heavier. You are finding it so hard to think and so easy to obey. Each stroke makes you sleepier and sleeper with your eyes becoming heavier and heavier. So sleepy now. So peaceful now. So happy to finally be the slave you were meant to be. I know you want to close your eyes and sleep for me but you will hold them open until I tell them to close.”
Her grip released for a moment and I felt her attaching something to both my nipples. Suddenly pleasure burst into my nipples and the pleasure shot down to my spine numbing my mind even more. She took my cock back into her hand and with a much firmer grip, she started stroking again. I could feel myself starting to reach climax even though my mind only wanted to close my eyes and sleep.
She said, “It is time to cum for Mistress. You will be awake and helpless to resist the pleasure until I stop stroking. When I stop stroking your mind will shut down immediately. Your eyes will close and you will be deeply hypnotized and completely helpless to do anything except hear my words and have them become your thoughts.”
I exploded in torturous mind-blowing pleasure and my body went into what felt like convulsions. I wanted to scream at her to stop stroking but I just took the pleasure until she stopped stroking. Then my whole world went dark.
A month had gone by since that first night. We had sublet the apartment and she now lived in the home I used to own. I say used to because everything was now in her name. The St. Andrew’s cross had become a regular part of our bdsm play and she was right, I never needed a safe word. Of course that was only because she would drop me into trance and make me want and enjoy whatever she had in store for me that evening.
She liked to entertain her friends. When they came over I was required to wear a maid’s outfit and serve the ladies. She would parade me around and show me off. Some of the women would fondle me but I was off limits to them. Then one day she said, “the ladies are coming over tonight. You will serve everyone but you will dress normally. The ladies are bringing their husbands and we have a very special night waiting for them.”
As I was serving the snacks she walked by me with a tray of drinks. I thought “that’s weird. Usually I serve the drinks.”
The evening went on and while we were sitting around talking I noticed one of the husbands drop his glass and slump over in his seat. I started to get up to see if he was okay when Mistress said, “sit slave.”
One by one the men began ing out right in front of my eyes. When the last guy was fighting the urge to sleep, he stood up and said to his wife, “you bitch! You drugged me.”
She said, “Sit down honey so you don’t hurt yourself when you out. And that is the last time you will call me anything except mistress ever again.”
He finally surrendered to the drugs my mistress had put in his drink and now every man in the room was fast asleep except me. Mistress said, “Undress them slave, tie them up with their hands behind their backs, and then go retrieve the extra gas masks from the dungeon.”
When I came back into the room each woman was kneeling at her husband’s side with the numbing cream in their hands. One bigger screen hung in the middle of the room so every man could see it. Mistress fastened the masks to their mouths and said, “And now we just wait until each one of them wakes up. Should be another hour or so.”
An hour later the last man woke up. They struggled against the ropes and yelled through the gags in the masks on their faces. The yelling stopped when the gas flowed into their lungs. Mistress said, “Okay girls, start stroking.”
The large screen came to life and Mistress said, “Welcome to your new life boys. Don’t bother resisting. Your wives control your cocks and your cocks control you. Now just watch the beautiful swirling lights, listen to my soft hypnotic voice, and surrender to your lovely dominant wives.”
As I started putting away dishes and cleaning I thought to myself, “Now those men will be as happy as I am.”