Meeting Mistress SeXStoRY

Two years ago I was in a funk. My girlfriend and I had recently parted. It was never truly satisfying as I felt her mind and imagination were closed, even to discussing fantasies. After a long day I ventured out to walk the city, take in the air, and maybe a drink. After a few stops, I found myself far from my apartment in a darkish bar, settled into a comfortable booth for what seemed like it would be a long solo rest of the evening. My introverted thoughts were interrupted by my notice of an attractive woman watching me from the main bar. When I caught her eye she smiled and ventured in my direction. She was beautiful, dressed in black, 5'9" or so and slim of figure, with dirty blonde hair pulled back in a short pony tail which accentuated her piercing blue eyes. I passively noted how forward she was in comparison with my ex. Her name was Tory, I learned when she introduced herself with a firm but feminine handshake. Tory and I talked a while. She drank scotch rather than one of those girly drinks which are so en vogue. Her voice was soft and sexy, but confident and certain. It guided the conversation and extracted from me what felt like my most personal of thoughts. I was amazed at just how good it felt talking with Tory, and failed to even notice that she was learning everything about me, and I virtually nothing about her. With a glance toward the bartender she placed a generous sum on the table and took my hand, gesturing our departure. A large black Mercedes, engine running, was only steps from the door. A driver emerged and opened the door. We slid into the roomy back seat, the door closed, and we pulled away from the curb. Before long we were on the highway and heading out of the city. Taking a rural exit and winding down a country road I feel the cars slow and see a large stone gate illuminated by its headlights. We enter and proceed down a long drive until the house finally comes into view. A foreboding gilded age manor house, there were lights in every window. Tory led me from the car and the main door, massive and made of ancient oak, opened before us, a uniformed butler standing formally inside, eyes averted and silent. With no ceremony she led my up the large front staircase and down a hall to her oak paneled bedroom. "The bath is in there", she said, motioning to a door across the room. "Take a nice shower and I see you in a few minutes." The strangeness of all this excited me. I did as she bade, and did it well. When I was neatly shaved and dried off, I left the bath, towel around my waist, only to find Tory relaxing, her long legs crossed, in an over stuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom. "Drop the towel" she ordered calmly with a devilish twinkle in her eye. "Very nice", she commented with a mildly condescending smile. "Now go look on the bed." I do as she tells me and I find a pair of black panties. Lace. I look at her, and instinctively put them on. Tory is still dressed in black and I am standing in front of her feeling at a disadvantage. I realize that, in fact, I have been since we met. Tory rises from her corner and approaches me. Her finger tips drag softly over the lace of my panties, teasing at my genitals and causing them to tingle and swell within the constraints of the stiff lace. My erection pulls the thin strip of fabric tight between my legs and ass. "Very good, very good" I ache for her, but she abruptly turns and leaves the room. After a short absence she returns wearing a Japanese silk robe. Producing leather cuffs from its pockets she motions to the bed posts. Almost in a trance, I obediently position myself facing the end of the posted bed. She cuffs each of my hands to a post and stands back to survey her subject. I can see now that is exactly what I am. I look over my shoulder and feel a sharp pain as she produces a crop from underneath her robe. "Eyes forward, Darling!" I obey, and shortly hear the rustle of silk falling to the floor. I feel her behind me. A slippery finger finds its way between my skin and the black lace parting my ass. My muscles clench as her wet finger tickles at my tight opening. Her finger pulls away and I feel the back of my panties pulled down a bit. My cock is still bound in tight lace, but my ass is exposed save for the small amount of lace still clenched by my tense muscles. Her hand returns, her fingers yet slipperier. First one, then another probe at me until, used to the attention, my tension begins to relax. Her hand moves again and I feel her breath in my ear. "I'm going to make you mine, you know." I did not even respond, for as I felt her nipples against my back, I felt something else against my leg. Her left arm reaches around my middle. She kisses me on the back of my neck, and I feel her right hand guiding something inside me. My mind buzzing with the feel of her momentary breath in my ear, I accept her. Slowly I com to the realization that she is truly fucking me. With each deep penetration I feel her breasts brush my back. With each penetration I desire it more. I crave each deeper thrust as if I am taking her whole being inside of me. Her skin is warm against mine. At once I notice not only is her skin warm against my back, but that what is inside me is not a thing.....it is warm...it is...Tory. With such a haze of sensations and thoughts filling my brain the realization is lost in my craving for more. I can feel the organic nature of her probing flesh. Its warmth. Its varying degrees of stiffness. It's heartbeat. And finally with both her arms pulling me close in a final driving embrace, its orgasm. Tory's flesh begins to swell inside me and then with a soft sighing cry in my ear, it releases. Pulsing and pumping deep inside me, its warmth fills my depths with the product of her desire. After a moment, her body clinging to mine, she releases me. My ass feels loose and slippery, her seed oozing from my formerly virgin body. Tory disappears, returning moments later, dressed and as feminine as ever. I did not want to see her in any other light, so as she released my arms, I turned and kissed her, feeling not tricked, but desired. She fell to her knees and drained me as I had drained her. I dressed and we dined together on a late night snack prepared by her staff. Not one looked askance at us, making me wonder if by chance only I knew her secret. She was like any other girl, only it was my seat that oozed wetness as we ate, silently, gazes interlocked.