[ENG] Webfind - Mistress Syrena
Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2004 10:06 pm
Nice tease and denial at the end of the story. Enjoy.
The First Meeting
She had met him at the large grocery store as she made her way down the aisle. Her long fingers were coiled gently around the grocery cart, the sleek heels of her shoes sang softly with each step of her long shapely legs. When the intensity of her gaze met his, his eyes immediately darted to the floor as he muttered, “Is there something I can help you with Ma’am?”
She held back her amusement as her dark eyes slowly traveled down this body, taking stock of the boy before her. He shifted nervously as her dark green eyes met his, and her commanding voice broke the silence, “What is it you desire to help me with boy?” She chuckled to herself as his fingers coiled nervously together behind his back, his posture erect as his voice quivered, “Anything that you desire, Ma’am”.
She gave him a small smile as stepped closer, the smell of her erotic perfume engulfing his senses, as her fingers reached out and flipped his nametag a bit, noting the words ‘Store Manager’ in bold print beneath his name. Her voice was a small whisper as she leaned into him, the fullness of her breasts brushing his upper arm, her soft breath a caress to his neck as she whispered, “Perhaps one day you shall have the honor to attend to all my desires, but not today dear”. She gave his nametag a final tug and turned on her heels to continue her shopping.
She made a point to avoid the store for a few weeks, allowing his eagerness and anticipation to grow. On her next visit, she was in the store a few minutes before spotting him making his way nervously towards her. She noted the cleanliness of his clothing and shoes, his dress shirt tucked in neatly at his waist behind as slim black belt, and the neatness of his hair as he offered her a small smile, his eyes darting to the floor, “Can I be of assistance today Ma’am?”.
She stepped around the grocery cart, tucking her fingers beneath the belt at his waist, pulling him closer, her voice husky as she whispered “What is it that you desire to help me with today dear?”. He inhaled deeply, his voice squeaked as he muttered a low, “Anything Ma’am, anything at all”. She grasped the band of his trousers tighter, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she spoke the words, “If you truly mean that boy, meet me promptly at 7:00 p.m. this evening, you can have the privilege of having dinner with me. And wear the belt dear boy”. She named a local restaurant that rested along the river with the nod of a her head, released her fingers, and heard “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am”, as she turned her back to him and began pushing her cart down the aisle.
She arrived early, the Maitre D greeting her amiably. She watched with amusement as the heads of the men in the room turned to her, captivated by her beauty as she was escorted through the busy restaurant to her normal table at the back of the room. She was a striking figure as she sat down slowly into the plush chair, the leather skirt riding up her luscious thighs, offering a peek of creamy white skin at the top of her sheer stockings.
She was sipping her usual sparkling water as her new boytoy entered the restaurant a few minutes later. His fingers were clutching a florist’s box to his chest as he looked nervously around the dimly lit room. She nodded slightly to the Maitre D as he looked her way. She watched as he was escorted to her table and shyly held the box out to her as he greeted her warmly, his head bowing in respect, “Good evening Ma’am, it is a pleasure to be in your presence again”. She nodded to the chair next to her, the soft candlelight flickering across her the beautiful features of her face as she slowly opened the box, thanking him for the lovely, long stemmed roses tucked inside the box.
She found him respectful, articulate, and quite intelligent as they began to discuss a variety of topics. She watched with delight as his body tensed and he squirmed nervously in his chair with each touch of her thigh against his, as they progressed through each course of their meal. Intentionally testing his patience, and his desire to be a truly pleasing subject, she avoided all discussion of his possible future servitude throughout dinner.
As they were enjoying their after dinner drinks, she finally asked the question that made him choke and sputter on a mouthful of brandy, “So tell me more about your desires and fantasies about serving to a beautiful woman”. His eyes grew large, his hand trembling as he carefully placed his drink back on the table, tucking his hands into his lap, his cheeks growing dark red as he quietly whispered his innermost secrets to her.
She nodded slightly, a small smile on her full crimson lips as she listened to him intently, urging him to continue when his voice would quiver and fade from the embarrassment of his thoughts and words. She found his hesitation and shyness delightful as she slipped her foot from a shoe, her leg rising beneath the table as she began to drag her stocking covered toes up his inner leg. He shifted in his chair slightly; his eyes darting around the room nervously as her soft voice commanded, “Spread your thighs wider boy”.
He complied immediately, his voice quivering, “Yes, Ma’am”. The softness of her foot began to then trace gently up his inner thigh as she urged him to continue describing his desires and fantasies. He was explaining his strong desire to be totally controlled by her, when she heard his sharp intake of air and soft groan as her toes pressed against the growing bulge in his trousers. Her toes gently pressed and caressed the stiffness of his cock and the fullness of his balls tucked tightly into this pants as she asked “You desire a woman to totally control all of your body, to take control of your cock and balls, don’t you boy?”. He swallowed nervously before replying, “Yes, Ma’am”.
She continued to stroke her toes against his raging hard on, and cum filled balls as her long, slim fingers gently grasp her glass and she gently sipped her drink, forcing him to remain silent at the table. She watched as his body began to tense further, his face growing redder, his lips pursing tightly with each stroke of her toes as she explained her expectations and rules to him, the least of which was, “You will not cum in your pants and soil them boy”. He was barely able to mutter the words, “Yes, Ma’am”.
When she felt he was ready to explode, her foot dropped to the floor and tucked back into her shoe, saying, “Shall we go now dear?” He quickly paid the bill, his raging bulge very obvious as they rose from the table, the tips of her long crimson nails pressing gently into his forearm as threaded their way out of the restaurant.
The First Meeting
She had met him at the large grocery store as she made her way down the aisle. Her long fingers were coiled gently around the grocery cart, the sleek heels of her shoes sang softly with each step of her long shapely legs. When the intensity of her gaze met his, his eyes immediately darted to the floor as he muttered, “Is there something I can help you with Ma’am?”
She held back her amusement as her dark eyes slowly traveled down this body, taking stock of the boy before her. He shifted nervously as her dark green eyes met his, and her commanding voice broke the silence, “What is it you desire to help me with boy?” She chuckled to herself as his fingers coiled nervously together behind his back, his posture erect as his voice quivered, “Anything that you desire, Ma’am”.
She gave him a small smile as stepped closer, the smell of her erotic perfume engulfing his senses, as her fingers reached out and flipped his nametag a bit, noting the words ‘Store Manager’ in bold print beneath his name. Her voice was a small whisper as she leaned into him, the fullness of her breasts brushing his upper arm, her soft breath a caress to his neck as she whispered, “Perhaps one day you shall have the honor to attend to all my desires, but not today dear”. She gave his nametag a final tug and turned on her heels to continue her shopping.
She made a point to avoid the store for a few weeks, allowing his eagerness and anticipation to grow. On her next visit, she was in the store a few minutes before spotting him making his way nervously towards her. She noted the cleanliness of his clothing and shoes, his dress shirt tucked in neatly at his waist behind as slim black belt, and the neatness of his hair as he offered her a small smile, his eyes darting to the floor, “Can I be of assistance today Ma’am?”.
She stepped around the grocery cart, tucking her fingers beneath the belt at his waist, pulling him closer, her voice husky as she whispered “What is it that you desire to help me with today dear?”. He inhaled deeply, his voice squeaked as he muttered a low, “Anything Ma’am, anything at all”. She grasped the band of his trousers tighter, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she spoke the words, “If you truly mean that boy, meet me promptly at 7:00 p.m. this evening, you can have the privilege of having dinner with me. And wear the belt dear boy”. She named a local restaurant that rested along the river with the nod of a her head, released her fingers, and heard “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am”, as she turned her back to him and began pushing her cart down the aisle.
She arrived early, the Maitre D greeting her amiably. She watched with amusement as the heads of the men in the room turned to her, captivated by her beauty as she was escorted through the busy restaurant to her normal table at the back of the room. She was a striking figure as she sat down slowly into the plush chair, the leather skirt riding up her luscious thighs, offering a peek of creamy white skin at the top of her sheer stockings.
She was sipping her usual sparkling water as her new boytoy entered the restaurant a few minutes later. His fingers were clutching a florist’s box to his chest as he looked nervously around the dimly lit room. She nodded slightly to the Maitre D as he looked her way. She watched as he was escorted to her table and shyly held the box out to her as he greeted her warmly, his head bowing in respect, “Good evening Ma’am, it is a pleasure to be in your presence again”. She nodded to the chair next to her, the soft candlelight flickering across her the beautiful features of her face as she slowly opened the box, thanking him for the lovely, long stemmed roses tucked inside the box.
She found him respectful, articulate, and quite intelligent as they began to discuss a variety of topics. She watched with delight as his body tensed and he squirmed nervously in his chair with each touch of her thigh against his, as they progressed through each course of their meal. Intentionally testing his patience, and his desire to be a truly pleasing subject, she avoided all discussion of his possible future servitude throughout dinner.
As they were enjoying their after dinner drinks, she finally asked the question that made him choke and sputter on a mouthful of brandy, “So tell me more about your desires and fantasies about serving to a beautiful woman”. His eyes grew large, his hand trembling as he carefully placed his drink back on the table, tucking his hands into his lap, his cheeks growing dark red as he quietly whispered his innermost secrets to her.
She nodded slightly, a small smile on her full crimson lips as she listened to him intently, urging him to continue when his voice would quiver and fade from the embarrassment of his thoughts and words. She found his hesitation and shyness delightful as she slipped her foot from a shoe, her leg rising beneath the table as she began to drag her stocking covered toes up his inner leg. He shifted in his chair slightly; his eyes darting around the room nervously as her soft voice commanded, “Spread your thighs wider boy”.
He complied immediately, his voice quivering, “Yes, Ma’am”. The softness of her foot began to then trace gently up his inner thigh as she urged him to continue describing his desires and fantasies. He was explaining his strong desire to be totally controlled by her, when she heard his sharp intake of air and soft groan as her toes pressed against the growing bulge in his trousers. Her toes gently pressed and caressed the stiffness of his cock and the fullness of his balls tucked tightly into this pants as she asked “You desire a woman to totally control all of your body, to take control of your cock and balls, don’t you boy?”. He swallowed nervously before replying, “Yes, Ma’am”.
She continued to stroke her toes against his raging hard on, and cum filled balls as her long, slim fingers gently grasp her glass and she gently sipped her drink, forcing him to remain silent at the table. She watched as his body began to tense further, his face growing redder, his lips pursing tightly with each stroke of her toes as she explained her expectations and rules to him, the least of which was, “You will not cum in your pants and soil them boy”. He was barely able to mutter the words, “Yes, Ma’am”.
When she felt he was ready to explode, her foot dropped to the floor and tucked back into her shoe, saying, “Shall we go now dear?” He quickly paid the bill, his raging bulge very obvious as they rose from the table, the tips of her long crimson nails pressing gently into his forearm as threaded their way out of the restaurant.