Wonder Boy & Mistress Electric by Lady Noirran

He met her on Fetlife, he saw her profile one night while trolling and noticed she was near him.  Writing his first message to her, he felt sure of himself.  He was young, successful, and he could get anything he wanted.  At work, he was "that guy".  The one that got promoted early, volunteered for the hardest tasks and the longest hours. He feared nothing.  A friend from college brought him to a kink club one night and ever since then,  what he saw there gnawed at him and kept him awake at night.

He feared nothing, he could get anything he wanted, he would get this.

After a couple weeks of messages she agreed to meet him at a coffeeshop.  He sat across from her and looked her over.  She sat patiently, saying nothing, just looking at him.  It was unnerving how she would look him straight in the eye, no one had ever done that. She was pretty, not beautiful, but stunning.    She had a face you remembered. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a turtleneck. Not his idea of what a Mistress would look like, but he was smart enough to keep that opinion to himself.   She exuded a calmness about her, patience, confidence.  She was older  than him, which he liked.  The girls his age were irritating, they said "like" too much.  He found himself talking to her, telling her things he normally didn't discuss.  She was easy to talk to, she asked a few questions.  He answered her, didn't even blush when she asked him what his kinks were.  He thought he had answered that question on fetlife but maybe she wasn't paying attention.  They left with him agreeing to meet her at her house later in the week. He was smiling as he walked to his car...

He feared nothing, he could get anything he wanted, he had this.

She left him instructions on fetlife to enter the house, disrobe, and wait in the hall.  He stood waiting naked in the hall as she had instructed, his legs apart, his hands behind his head, his back straight.
Where the hell was she?  Why was she keeping him waiting?  It was dark in the house, he squinted seeing someone walk towards him. She didn't look like herself....her hair was in disarray, her eyes were wild. She was topless with only little x's of electrical tape covering her nipples and some sorta black net tutu on.  She was barefoot.  Weren't Mistresses supposed to wear boots or latex or something?  As she came closer, he could feel her.  The air changed, his breathe quickened, he was suddenly warm all over.  It was like she vibrated with a feral energy.  He swallowed hard, realizing his cock was hard, it was embarrassing.  No one had ever affected him like this, he didn't understand what he was feeling.  Was this fear?

She grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard.  She licked his cheek and growled "well look who came ready to party?".  She kept a firm grip on his cock and pulled him into the next room.  There was a metal hook hanging from the ceiling.  She let go of his cock and told him to stand under it .  He obeyed and watched as she looped what looked like cuffs connected with a chain over the hook.  She whistled and brought over a stool, standing on it and telling him to put his hands above his head.  She fastened the cuffs around his wrists and he found he was standing slightly on tiptoe.  It wasn't comfortable.  He tried to think, this wasn't what he was expecting but he wanted to see what would happen.  Wasn't she supposed to ask him his limits or something?  He coughed...she sing songed..."yessssss?" "Um Misstress..Misss..er aren't you supposed to ask me my limits?"

"Limits? Right...right...would you like to show me your checklist?"
"Checklist"
"Yes, THE Checklist, don't tell me you forgot it"

His mind raced, he started to sweat.  What the fuck was she talking about?

"uhhh I don't have a checklist.."
"YOU DON'T HAVE A CHECKLIST???'
"was I supposed to have a checklist?"
"EVERYONE has a checklist, you poor sap, we shall have to get you a checklist, we can't have you running around without a checklist now can we?"

She walked over to a desk and removed what looked like  a sharpie from a cup.  She removed the lid and walked over to him, a wry look of professionalism on her face.  Ok then, Scat? Pee? Blood?  He answered her quickly and started to pant.  She was writing the damn checklist on his chest!  Don'ts: Scat, pee, blood  Do's...uh oh

"Do you take it up the ass"
"WHAT? I'm not gay!"
"Oh don't be silly, I didn't ask you if you were gay I asked you if you took it up the ass"

She rolled her eyes and put the sharpie down.  He jumped, she had slapped his cock hard.  He blinked, feeling his eyes tearing up.  She continued to slap his cock, softly, watching it and biting her lip with concentration.  Why did this feel good?  This isn't what was supposed to happen, she was just supposed to tie him up and blow him or something.  Fuck him.  Not write on him and slap his cock!  He had to think, change things to his favor.  He practically screamed...stop please!
She stopped and looked at him, intently, waiting.  He tried to think...he had to breathe...why couldn't he breathe?  Oh...she had her hand around his throat...why hadn't he noticed that?

"Why did you say stop?"
"I....need to think!"
"Did I tell you to think?"

He blinked.  She slapped his cock again..hard.  NO THINKING WITHOUT PERMISSION!  He started to shake, his legs trembled.  She stamped her foot and stepped on the stool again, unfastening the cuffs.  He was strangely disappointed.  "I"m sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do better.  I swear!"

She ordered him on the floor on his hands and knees.  He did as he was told and she unceremoniously plopped her ass on his back using him as a seat.  She wasn't wearing panties...damn.  He tried to stay still as she crossed her legs and fidgeted to get more comfortable.

"I think that's enough for this evening, you didn't please me at all.  Let's talk about your failure, we have a lot of work to do."

Leaving her house, he wasn't smiling.  His hands shook trying to unlock his car.

He feared her, he would do anything she wanted.  He wanted to be hers.  He needed this.