Masquerade

Chapter 11

"Okay"

"Are you sure? You can think about it more" she asks, making sure I'm completely comfortable with my decision.

"Y-yeah, I want to try...with you" I confirm.

Oh my god, OH MY GOD! I'm in BDSM d/s relationship, with a professional dominatrix, HOLY SHIT I can't believe it, I think I'm going to pass out.

She smiles at me, and I can't help but smile back. She looks beside me.

"You haven't put on the hoodie yet?" she questions.

"O-oh, yeah I thought I should maybe go to the restroom and take off my shirt, so the hoodie doesn't get wet too" I nervously chuckle. She suddenly gets a devious look in her eye.

"Would you like some help with that?"

Oh no

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"Strip" she commands.

"W-what?" I stutter nervous. We had made our way into the single person restroom and locked the door behind us.

"I said, Strip" she clarifies "don't make me say it again." I gulp, my heart racing.

"Yes...Mistress" I felt shivers down my spine, I had never called someone mistress before, and god was it exciting. My hands slowly found their way to hem of my shirt, cold air stingy my exposed skin. As I worked my shirt over my head, I felt her watch my every move, looking all over my torso. Normally, I was quite confident in my body do it the amount of sports I've done in the past, but with her wandering eyes all over me I can't help but feel embarrassed, even though I was wearing even less when we first met.

"Damn, you've got one hell of a body Aiden" she praised. Fuck, the way she says my name drives me insane.

"Thank you, Mistress" I reply, still nervous as hell. I think she could sense my nerves, and gently puts a hand on my shoulder.

"This isn't a full scene, I won't do anything you're not ready for or wasn't discussed prior." She explained. "We will have a full in depth conversation another time, but now, Think of this more as a light introductory, is that okay?"

I relaxed a bit, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, may I touch you?" she asks.

I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. All I could muster up a nod. But that wasn't good enough for her.

"I-I want you to t-touch me, M-Mistress" I beg, I was shivering in anticipation, I needed to know what her hands felt like on me. She smirked, for a second I thought she was going to make me beg more, but I guess she told pity on my soul. She slowly placed her hands on my chest, I gasp at the sudden contact, her warm hand in contrast to my cold wet skin. She gently moved her hands down to my stomach, up my sides, back up to my chest and repeats. I quiver under her touch, soft noises leaving my mouth as she does so.

"My~ sensitive, are we?" She teases, which only turns me on more.

"I-I-It's been a while s-since I've *Ah* been t-touched by someone else" I replied shakily. I can barely get a full sentence out while she has her hands on me. She chuckles at my inability to stay together.

"How long?" She innocently asks, teasing me even more with her tone.

"A-about a year and a half" I confess, that's how long it's been since my last relationship with...

She runs her hands up my shoulders and to my neck, stroking the skin lightly. I tilt my head back to give her better access, opening myself up to her for the taking and to do so as she pleases. This was so different then when we first met, before she was stern and commanding, but now she was relaxed; her touches were light hearted and made my heart flutter. I didn't feel the need to perfectly stay in line and I had more control than I expected, but I want her to take that power away from me. She's giving me the opportunity to show just how obedient I can be, to show her how much I want to submit to her. My knees finally give out and I slowly kneel on the ground. I cross my feet, remembering her correction from before, and put my hands behind my back. I felt her run her fingers through my hair, and I relish in the feeling, a soft low groan in response.