Friday afternoon a long week at work ended and I decided to have a drink at a bar on my way home. There it was a small quiet bar just my stile, I entered the bar and sat down at a table and ordered a whisky. I was soon served the whisky and took a zip and looked around. In the bar was not more then five persons including me and we were all males.

At the same afternoon a few blocks away a Mistress who was rather bored decided to realize an idea she have had for some time. Is it possible to pick up someone from a bar and make a good slave out of him. She decided that this was the day for the trial.

I zipped on my whisky what to do for the weekend since I was alone, when this gorgeous female entered the bar. Stunning, she was all that a women could be, long blond curly hair a slim fit body and long extremely sexy and well-shaped legs. She was dressed in a black miniskirt with a black jacket a thin white blouse revealing a black bra underneath. Stiletto high heels and black stockings on those legs was so sexy that my private started to grove a bit. The click from her stiletto high heels made the other men on the bar aware of her presence and they stared at her almost with their tongues hanging out.

She just looked around and then placed herself at a table opposite my place looked briefly at me and ordered a cup of coffee.

I tried not to stare at her looked down at my whisky but peaked a little at her and noticed that she had placed herself so I could see her all the way from her shoes to her gorgeous face. As I peaked at her she suddenly crossed her legs and I could see her thigh and the top of her stocking on her right leg and that she was wearing garter belt with black suspenders.

Now my private was really growing and my cheeks blushing and I tried hard not to look directly at her thighs when she suddenly placed her legs together showing both her thighs as her skirt had hiked up quite a bit. Then she made the final kill as she slowly parted her legs looking at me and seeing her legs all the way to her crouch with laced silky pants covering her temple made me almost shoot my load in my pants. Now I was staring at her and discovered that little devilish smile on her lips, saying I got you now you are mine.

She raised from her table took her cup and walked over to me and asked if it was ok for her to join me at the table. I answered that it was my pleasure and asked her to excuse me for not rising, I could not because my hard on now made my trousers look like a tent.

She told me that she thought that my staring under her skirt was rude and did I do that with all women. Blushing, I answered her no and said that her beauty and sexy look made me unable to control myself. I then asked her if I in any way could make it up to her and she replied that if I was free I could buy her dinner later on that evening. I told her that I was free the whole weekend, saying that, I should have noticed the satisfied smile that appeared on her lips and the stern look in her eyes. She gave me her address and told me to pick her up at seven o'clock and don't be late she ordered me. Well who would be late for a meeting with this stunning lady, not me for sure.

If I had known what she had planned for me I would probably have had a second thought.

After a long shower and changing of clothes I was ready to pick her up. With large bouquets of red roses that I had bought on my way home I arrived to the given address. It was an older house type of central office building, I looked at the door telephone and there was here name, odd all the other names was names of firms and companies. I pressed the bellknobb on the side of her name and heard her voice saying,

"Come in."

It was very quiet in the building no sign of life anywhere, I entered the elevator and pressed the knob to her floor. Her floor, my knees was again week and my dick began again to grove at the thought of this gorgeous, sexy lady with stiletto high heels and black stockings.

I rang the doorbell and from the inside I could hear the sound of her shoes coming closer, the door opened and there she was standing. She had a long black silk dressing gown on only buttoned in the middle and revealing the cleavage of her breasts and her right leg.

I stuttered hello and gave her the bouquet of roses.

"I am not quite ready yet," she said, "but come on in and sit down for a moment, would you like to have something to drink?"

"Yes, please," I said, "a glass of whisky would be perfect."

She turned around and with her hips sensually swaying from side to side she went for my drink. She soon returned and put the drink on the table saying, "I will soon be ready, but take your jacket of and make yourself comfortable."

I did as she had said and leaned back in the sofa zipping the whisky and looked around , I noticed that this hall was more alike a waiting room than a room in a apartment where someone was living. But what the heck here I was waiting for a nice evening out with this stunning, beautiful lady. Almost finished the drink I begun to feel a little dizzy and the next I became aware of was wakening on the floor naked and hands tied on my back and also my legs tied together with black leather straps. Standing beside me looking down at me was the lovely lady still in the silk dressing gown.

"Surprised," she asked with a devilish grin on her lips, "I believe you have a bad habit looking up ladies skirts and I believe I need to help you correct that."

She moved against me and placed one foot on each side of my head, slowly she unbuttoned the dressing gown and then I could see a pair of small, thin, laced, white panties she let one of her fingers slip under and moved them aside revealing her shaved pussy with pink kissable lips.

"Was it this you wanted so see?" she asked. Then she lowered herself closer to my face and suddenly she pressed her pussy to my mouth and said."Show the proper respect and kiss it."

My tongue came out a short lick and she raised herself from me. She looked down at me and said, "Now let me explain why you are here, I am a real Mistress and I have decided to take a man from the street and make a devoted slave out of him. And you are my choice and I am going to break you in with all the necessary means I need to. I hope you don't give in to easy."

"What the hell is this?" I shouted, "Let me loose or else!" I tried to escape from my bondage but to no avail.

"Or else what?" she asked. "I will now leave you her to imagine what I am going to do with you, while I am going to change to somewhat more proper clothing."

Now the fear struck me and I wondered what was going to happen to me, the straps were inescapable and being naked made me also extremely vulnerable.

What would she do, torture me? That thought made me even more afraid as I am not much for severe pain, but thinking of her again made my private grow stiff.

Again, the sound of shoes coming closer and there she was, what a sight, clad in leather, long black tight high stiletto heeled boots, over black stockings with garter belt and suspenders and a small leather bikini barely covering her breasts and pussy. The look of the black leather against her tanned perfect body was almost more than I could take without coming. She looked down at me and my now hard and swollen dick with a big smile on her blood red lips.

"Enjoying the thoughts of the pleasures I am going to give you?" she asked.

“Your mistake," she continued, "you are here for my pleasures and believe me that’s what I crave from you. But now it's time to start you training and I am going to put this collar on you."

She placed the collar around my neck and then took the thin leather strap made a sling around my pouch draw the strap up between my buttocks through the metal ring on the collar and pulled it to tighten the sling around my pouch.

"This is the way it is functioning," she said, "if you try to do anything foolish like escaping or harm me I'm going to pull the strap like this." She made a quick pull and I screamed in pain, she must have ripped of my balls because the pain exploded as white lightning in my scrotum and in my head.

"Good," she said, "I believe you got my drift. Answer me," she continued, "do you understand?"

Unable to open my mouth because of the terrible pain in my crouch, I just growled.

"What, what was that," she yelled, "I can't hear you..."

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Yes what?... 'Yes, Mistress' is the correct answer," she said with an hard, angry voice.

I did not answer.

Whack, whack, left slap, right slap I had no chance to avoid the face slapping and was not prepared for it to come.

"And now what is the correct answer," she asked?

"Yes, Mistress," I answered her.

"That is better slave, she said, and now it's time for your first lesson," she continued, " and that is how to greet your Mistress with proper respect and devotion."

"I will untie you but remember what I will do if you try anything stupid."

And as a reminder she once again made a quick pull with the strap and the pain exploded once again in my crouch. She untied me and for a second I thought of knocking her out grab my clothes and run away from this crazy bitch, but the strap around my balls made me soon think again and I realized that for now there was nothing to do if I would leave in one peice.

"Kneel and bow your head and don't look up on me unless you are told so," she ordered me. Then she ordered me to kiss her boots.

I followed her instructions, thinking the best way for now was to play along in her game. After a few minutes of kissing her boots she told me to stand up, as we had to move to her play room for the continued training.

It was a large room filled with strange equipments, tools of the trade, she told me, and I should in time get to know them better. Her devilish grin and hard merciless voice told me that there was no pity to expect from Her. She directed me to Her throne and ordered me to kneel before it and then placed Herself on the throne.

"Now," she said, "greet your Mistress and show Me your respect and devotion, kiss my boots and lick them clean." She lifted her right leg and placed the boot to my face. I couldn't do anything else but to place a small kiss on the boot.

Swish, smack once again I screamed as a painful stroke of a riding crop, that suddenly had a appeared in her right hand, landed on my naked back.

"One more?" she asked, "and remember for each time, from now on, you miss or don't follow My instructions I will give you one stroke for each mistake you have made."

"Understand?"

"Yes," I answered.

Smack, smack, two painful strokes of the riding crop on my back.

"Yes, what," she asked.

“Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Good," she said, "now continue."

I kissed the boots, let my tongue out and licked the soft leather and really polished them to shine. Then strangely, I thought the soft, nice smelling leather and that gorgeous Lady and that dark room with candle lights and all strange equipments suddenly made my dick grow stiffer than it had ever been before.