Thank you Mistress!

The flickering light of the candles displayed a picture of a woman with hands upraised, leather cuffs in place, and naked but for high heels. Her ample breasts were adorned with silver clips and the chain between was in her teeth causing her breasts to be upturned and taut when she raised her head to see. Mascara streaked her cheeks, from her whipping, and her thighs were clearly wet from numerous squirting orgasms. . Her athletic body was actually swaying with her bonds. A picture of a craven whore. And I realized this picture was of me displayed in a floor length mirror! A shadow behind me, and my head pulled back by my hair causing my nipples to point to the hanging bonds. How had I become this pathetic creature?

It began with the conference I attended out of town. It was there I met Marla. The second day we enjoyed lunch together. Some coffees after, etc. we met for a drink the last night. She was tall, statuesque and very consevative in her dress, as was I. That last night we agreed to meet for a drink. She only made one change, her austere business slacks were replaced by a short skirt showing her INCREDIBLE long legs, and the removal of her tie and unbuttoning of her shirt. I felt the frump! Lots of conversation, our men, our jobs, etc. and then me to the ladies room. Leaving the room, Marla was coming in and lightly brushed my lips with hers. Wow! Shaking legs to the table. When she returned, she asked for our tab. Disappointed, I stammered..... but she just handed me her card stating, ".. I know what you want, I know you little slut, call your husband, and arrive at the address on the back of the card in an hour". AND WEAR SOMETHING INTERESTING! she ordered. I was confused and mesmerized. I found myself quickly back at the hotel showering, etc. and wearing black heels w/straps and the only simple black dress I had brought for business. The taxi ride was short, and I arrived at a stylish condo in the nicer part of town. (what was I doing? why was I so crazed? ) I knocked, the door was open and I heard her voice say make me a vodka/ice. Still not sure why I was so compliant, I found the bar in her den and made drink. At that moment, I saw her behind me clad in a black tunic with thigh high black boots and silver handcuffs dangling from her hand. FOLLOW ME! she ordered. In her dimly lit living room she sat in a leather recliner and I naturally brought her drink. Hmmm ".. you call that interesting? Take it off! " I don't know why, but I did and stood before her with panties and heels only, and some kind of incredible flush. Her next words were that I was there to serve her unconditionally, could leave anytime, and I must learn what it is to serve a true Mistress. I gazed into her grey eyes, saw her perfect body, and was overwhelmed by her calm, dominant attitude. Had I entertained fantasies? Should I try this? And how did she know? All YES. I found myself saying, ".. yes Mistress Marla"

The cabdriver only asked which hotel. It was some hours after I had been delivered to Marla's house. The sun was just cresting and in the new light I looked in the back window at myself. I could see a woman with clearly swollen lips, a face devoid of makeup, and red rimmed eyes typically associated with drug use. What the reflection did not show was the red welts across my