Mistress mine - A journey into submission (closed)

[Sensualista]

Gloria VanThorne tapped her 4inch louboutin stilletos impatiently. She was known for many things, but patience was certainly not one of them. She stood in the lobby of another one of these 5 star hotels that her secretary had booked for her, waiting to check in.

She had kicked some major butt in her negotiations for VanThorne International today. The Acquisition she had hungered for was within reach now and at very favorable conditions. Yes, maybe she hadn't played entirely fair, buying a lot of Armstrong Coopers shares and then dumping them on the open market, ensuring their value went down and no financial institution in the US would give them credit. With their back against the wall, The Armstrongs had been more willing to consider her takeover offer. She had needed their manufacturing knowledge as well as a couple of promising patents. They hadn't played nice and therefore, neither had she...

Gloria was CEO of a Fortune 500 company at the tender age of 35. She had shoulder length naturally platinum blonde hair, which she mostly wore in a conservative updo. Her glacier blue eyes betrayed her exceptional intelligence and her ruthlessness. Manyof her opponents feared she could look right into their very souls with them, a rumour she enjoyed toying with. Gloria did intimidation well, her 6th sense for weakness and vulnerability rarely wrong, always knowing how to go for the kill.

When she had taken over the company 10 years ago, fresh out of Harvard Business School, people hadnt taken the young woman with beauty queen looks seriously. A fatal mistake that had proven to be and one that nowadays noone was stupid enough to make again. Her slender but curvy hourglass figure was accentuated by her tailored designer jacket and matching skirt, which just revealed her beautifully toned calves and knees. She wore a white blouse, her handmade ostrich leather document case in her perfectly manicured hand, her hair in an elegant chignon, radiating disapproval of the slow service.

A young man was in line before her. He couldn't have been older than 25, well built, his face betraying a sense of something intriguing. Was it vulnerability she sensed? He was tall and well dressed, a stylish travelling case by his side, maybe some young dot com type? The way he held himself made her notice him, there was almost a little apology for his height, his strength, his affluence in his position. He wore tight jeans though and his ass looked rather inviting.

Gloria wondered what he would look like naked, his large eyes imploringly looking up into hers, waiting to serve her pleasure. She shook her head with a small laugh. "Don't go around corrupting innocents again, VanThorne", she said chidingly to herself. "That didn't go so well last time, did it?" She had just let her last submissive go. Peter just hadn't had enough potential to warrant her time and efforts and yet, his absense now left her without a suitable outlet for her darker urges.

The counter ahead just cleared, it was Cute-asses turn to check in. He turned to her and with a small bow indicated for her to take his place. Hmm. Her ice-blue gaze held him for a moment until he looked away. Did he blush? "You are tempting me here sweetcheeks", she thought with a smile, walking past the young man without another glance or a thank you. It was as though his deferring to her had been the most natural, the most expected thing. One did not thank the sky for being where it was, did one?

"VanThorne", she said curtly in her naturally husky feminine voice.

She heard cute-ass check in at the counter next to her. What was his last name? Was he really...? Interesting. He had a penthouse on her floor apparently. Fate was tempting her...
Gloria took her keycard and walked to the elevator. Cute-ass was holding the door for her. He was well mannered and...shy. She liked shy men, they tended to try harder, all of their attention on you.

"15", she commanded, noticing his response to her demand.

He was not meeting her eyes, his gaze firmly on the floor in front of his feet. This guy was a natural born submissive. Did he know? Should she show him?

 

[Love2rp]

Prescott Armstrong waited in line patiently like the gentlemen he was raised to be while he waited his turn to check in to this lavish 5 star hotel in the middle of the city. A child with generational wealth the crystal chandeliers and top notch service wasn't stand out as much as an expectation when coming into a hotel. Except this trip was different. Only a few years out of Yale here he was to sign off on documents to sell the business started by his great grandfather. No worry, between the money in his trust fund and the cash about to come his family's way from being acquired he had more than sufficient funds to keep his venture capital fund active and growing.

Standing in line he noticed this woman behind him, certainly not the same as the college girls he knew, only concerned with parties and money he always gravitated to more mature, more accomplished women who knew what it was they wanted out of life. Perhaps that is why over the course of his teenage years he had an ongoing affair with two of his mother's best friends. Women of means but not just through inheritance, through drive and desire.

Letting the woman take his place at the counter he could clearly make out the tightness of her body through her business attire "clearly she still makes time for hot yoga and cardio" he thought smiling slightly at that. After getting his keys he headed to the elevator, hearing the "click click" of her heals behind him on the marble floor he decided to slow down and hold the door.

"Why are you doing this?" He thought to himself "like she is going to see you held the elevator and just strip down for you because of that act" he said, clearly conflicted and yet, the thought of an elevator ride gave the chance of conversation and conversation gave the chance of more......if only he could get the courage to say something sophisticated.......

As he pushed the button per her command he looked back up into her icy blue eyes "looks like 15 is the floor to be!" He said with a smile, holding up his key as well, immediately kicking himself for sounding like a moron "you can hold your own in board rooms with captains of industry and yet you can't flirt with a woman" he thought to himself, blushing slightly as the doors closed

 

[Sensualista]

He had complied immediately, before meeting her eyes.
"Looks like 15 is the floor to be", he had said with a rather charming smile. Gloria barely stifled a laugh. Wow. That was quite the pick-up line. Not quite the worst she had ever heard, but close. Normally she would have raised an eyebrow and made him doubt his value as a human being under her withering glare.

For some reason, with him, she found this almost charming though. He somehow called to her inner predator, almost feline in nature. She wanted to play with young cute-ass, see how far she could push him...

Gloria stepped towards him with fluid motions until she was almost right next to him. Her perfectly manicured hand stretched out, brushing past his arm as her finger found button 15. She was close enough for him to smell her perfume, to feel her presence near him. She observed how he responded, only very slowly returning his personal space to him. Did she see a movement in his pants? Oh boy, he was basically begging her to corrupt him.

"Indeed", she responded in her husky voice, still standing rather close to him. "It's where I am". When the bell rang and the door opened, Gloria left her briefcase in the elevator and started to walk out slowly, her movements full of sensual grace.

"Be a good boy and bring my case for me", she said, her voice a silky caress, not waiting for a response, simply assuming he would obey and follow her. So much for her resolution not to corrupt innocents! Gloria fluidly walked to her room and opened the door to her suite with her keycard. She entered, leaving the door open for him to follow. She took a seat on one of the plush rococco sofas, one elegant, stockinged leg gracefully crossed against the other.

"Just put it in the corner, close the door and come here", she commanded in her most sultry voice. Her long, elegant finger pointed at her louboutin shoe. "Would you be so kind as to help me with these", she asked, raising one of her feet in his direction, revealing the top of a stocking with her movement. "It will be easier if you kneel", Gloria added with a slight throaty chuckle.

 

[Love2rp]

"What the hell is going on?" Wondered Prescott as he just instinctively grabbed the briefcase and followed this woman down the hall, not being able to help but admire her tight, toned ass that filled out her skirt so well. Seeming to involuntarily lose all control over his thoughts and actions he simply followed orders and set the briefcase down in the corner, placing his small suitcase right next to it.

He looked at this sexy, obviously accomplished woman lounging on the couch and immediately his cock throbbed to life. "Finally a woman that can challenge me on all levels" he thought as the scent of her perfume continued to intoxicate him like a drug.

He came over the couch with a wry smile on his face staring down at her toned legs. "I don't believe I even got your name" he said with a boyish cocky smirk on his face as he got down on one knee and began to remove her heel, assuming this was just another older woman who was bored at home and got off on having a young stud as a conquest for a night.

 

[Sensualista]

As expected, he had followed her like a puppy. When you sense someone who can make your deepest, most secret fantasies come true, the body does not ask questions, it just acts. Not 5 minutes into their interaction, she already had him on his knees and frankly, he looked damn good that way.

His hand had already taken off her left shoe. "Tsk, tsk", she admonished, bidding him to wait. "Have you ever applied for a job you really wanted", she asked, an eyebrow raised in question. "The kind of job that would change your entire life for the better? If you get in front of the decision maker, everything you do, everything you say is part of the selection process. I may have a vacancy for a young man in my life and your behaviour so far has gotten you this interview", Gloria said calmy, her icy blue eyes holding his captive.

"Everything you do here will decide if I am willing to bother with you or not, whether your deepest fantasies will be met or not. The way you touch any part of a woman should always have a purpose. What is the purpose in your mind as you removed my shoe", Gloria asked, looking intensely at him, waiting for his answer.

"That is an unsuitable purpose. The purpose in this interview for your touch should be to increase my desire for you, to display that you can give pleasure and are worth my time, that you can arouse my senses even in a menial act like taking off my shoes. Imagine that this simple act is actually like making love, it is a seduction, the quality of which potentially decides if I allow you to enter my bed or if I kick you back out into your boring life. So, lets try that again", she challenged, stretching her other leg out towards him.

"You should know two things about me: Firstly, I have exceptionally high standards. Meet them and I will show you places of ecstasy you never even imagined. Fail to meet them and you have a choice... Accept a punishment of my choosing or get out of my life forever. I do not give second chances. I do not negotiate or explain myself", she added, the spike of her remaining heeled foot softly burying into his chest over his heart.

"Secondly, I am a dominant. The fact that you are already on your knees before me, sporting an erection indicates that you are in fact a submissive, someone who desires or is aroused by having another exercise control or power over them sexually, by being led and serving another. A dominant is aroused by exercising control and power over a submissive and by their surrender of control to their will. I am aroused right now, seeing you kneeling in front of me, fulfilling my request", Gloria said in a low, sexy voice, her eyes never leaving his.

"So, stay and show me why I should consider training you to serve me, starting with taking off my other shoe. You may for now touch my feet with your hands. The way you approach me will determine whether our adventure ends here or continues down the rabbit hole".

 

[Love2rp]

Prescott stayed on his knees looking up at this woman who entered his life not 30 minutes ago and yet is now in complete control over his body. He felt like responding "I don't apply for jobs, I AM the decision maker" but as she explained herself and gave her orders he felt a drop of precum wet his tight red boxer briefs and couldn't believe how aroused he was by this. Never before had he given himself completely to anyone.

As she gives him permission to use his hands he feels the need to earn her trust and go the extra mile to prove his worth as all he wanted was to satisfy and be satisfied by her. Looking up from his knees and never breaking eye contact he lowered his head and put his mouth around the heel on her other stiletto. Looking into her eyes he took the heel into his mouth while he gently sucked, removing the shoe from the back of her foot and then moving his head to remove the shoe completely, loving how her eyes stared deep inside him, to places he never knew or never admitted existed.

Shoe removed he sits back on his knees "I am sorry mistress, what may I do for you now ma'am" he says with a submissive look on his face as his cock twitches beneath his jeans and boxer briefs, begging to burst forth

 

[Sensualista]

Gloria's hand slapped his face with surprising force for such a slender woman.

"Lesson one is listen carefully to my instructions. I gave you permission to touch my feet with your hands and to please me. I never mentioned using your mouth on me or my footwear. Never make assumptions", she chastised him with an icy voice.

"I am disappointed with you already. It looks as though you have never had to learn how to seduce and please a woman. Let me educate you", she said, the same hand that had struck him just moments ago now reaching out tenderly. Her relaxed hand ran along his cheek to his exposed neck, gently trailing the line of his throat with a barely there touch that however made every nerve ending stand to attention.

"If you wish to seduce through your touch, this requires one skill: you need to be fully present in the moment, completely absorbed in what you are doing. None of your attention can be in the past or the future. Instead, the task at hand becomes your entire world, nothing else matters than my foot and your hand, every touch aimed to evoke the maximum level of sensual pleasure. This is seduction by touch. If you cannot touch my feet in a way I find pleasing, there is no way I would ever let you anywhere near my pussy. She is a lot more demanding than my feet are", Gloria explained. "Give yourself to the experience. This is called surrender and for any submissive this is the most blissful state possible. Try again", she demanded.

 

[Love2rp]

Prescott's face stung hard from the slap and he instinctively rocked back a bit. "Did she seriously just do that? You have to be f-ing kidding me" he thought as he fought his instincts hard to put her in her place and forceful or not, it was obvious he could do that if he really wanted to.

As the stinging subsided he quickly came to realize that was my an angry slap as much as a slap to call to attention. He looked up at her "yes mistress, my apologies" he stated as he slowly took her one foot into both hands. His left slowly massaging her toes while his right glad slowly glided over her smooth stockings still covering her feet. He used his perfectly manicured nails to glide slowly along the arch of her foot, knowing by instinctive reaction it would elicit a response from his new master.

"I only hope to please you ma'am" he said looking up at her while running his hands over the smooth surface of her feet "you have lovely feet mistress" he says looking back down at them, admiring the strength they provide.

 

[Sensualista]

Gloria had noticed the flare of defiance in his eyes as she had slapped him. Interesting, she liked a little fire occasionally if it was under control of will, it made for more passionate service.

His touch improved as he allowed himself to truly be led by her. When he complimented her feet she laughed.

"You are young and yet clearly you are used to people deferring to you. Compliments are offered by the more powerful individual to the lesser. I have no need for your approval and the next time you offer it in this form, I will be less gentle in my teaching. Understood?"

"As a submissive your opinion matters little unless I ask for it. What does matter is the feelings within you that are coming up in response to me or my actions. They matter, because it pleases me to see your responses. You may make a comment on your feelings or express gratitude, never judgement, no matter how positive.", Gloria admonished.

"Continue massaging my feet and now include my calves up to the knee", she commanded, here blue eyes fixed on him as the hungry cat might look at a delicious little mouse. "And tell me how it makes you feel to serve at my feet".