Yes Mistress Red

It was in the middle of July when I had first seen her. I was on a trip back home during my Gap Year, I had seen parts of the world, but had not learnt much of life.

She was a new neighbour, and had just moved in across the street from the house I shared with my parents. Well, I would be here until September, when I would go to University, and then I would never see this place again.

I would never have paid much attention to an older Woman before, she was in her late thirties, and I was still in my teens, only just, I would be twenty soon enough, but I still felt young. Normally she would not have been my type. I went for the buxom blondes that were still around. They considered me attractive, but I did not have the charm that would have swept them of their feet and into my arms, or into my bed.

There was something about this new neighbour, and in the dying light of the evening, I watched. She had left the lights on, and the windows and curtains open. I saw into her room, there was a darkened corner, and she had lit candles all around the room. I watched, lying on my bed, and I was watching when she had stripped of. I had watched as she climbed into the shower. I found my binoculars, and still I watched her.

She was fit, and although she was older, gravity was still to take its effect. I watched as she climbed out of the shower, and I moved, realising my full weight was pressed against my now fully erect penis.

It should not have surprised me at all, but it did. Here I was at my sexual prime, watching a woman who was just entering hers. I watched as she looked out of the window, and looked directly at my window. I don't think she saw me, but she closed the curtains, and shut the window behind her. Our houses faced each other, and there was probably close to a hundred feet between each house.

I undressed for bed, and silently, quickly bought myself off. It took longer than it used to, but I was still quick.

The following day, my parents left for work early in the morning, and I had the house to myself for a while. I had a job, and I worked shifts, but it still gave me time to think about my forthcoming life as a student.

There was a knock at the door, and the postman was there. He had some post for the new neighbour, but she was not in. I told the Postie that I would drop the parcel of with her later.

Her name was Sarah. At least now I could start a conversation with her. There was a slight rip in the parcel, and curiousity got the better of me. I slid my hand inside the parcel, and felt, a soft handle, and a piece of rope wrapped around itself. It was a whip.

I went back to the room, and taped up the parcel. It was none of my business after all. I watched out for Sarah, and when she returned I went over to see her.

I introduced myself: 'Hi, I am Rob, I live at number 56. The Postman dropped this of, as you weren't in.'

'Oh' she said, smiling. She had the purest Blue Eyes I had ever seen. Her clothes were close fitting, and suited her, but I had already seen her out of them.

'I'm Sarah. Would you like to come in? You are not too busy at the moment are you? I just need the help of a strapiing young man to test out my new purchases on.'

I followed her into the house. The Jones family had lived there before, but they had taken everything with them. Sarah's furniture was sparse, but decorative.

'Rob' she called down the hall. 'Can you wait in the cellar, I have prepared it, it is the only room in the house that has all of the home comforts.'

I went down expecting to see chairs, sofas, maybe the Television. Mr Jones had kept the Snooker Table down there.

I pushed the door open, and turned on the lights but there were already a number of candles lit up. Three whips hung from the ceiling, there were nipple clamps in a corner, and a table in the centre of the room. I did not know what to think. Sarah then came down the Stairs, wearing a loose fitting coat.

She walked over to me, and said in a stern voice:

'What happens in this room, stays in this room. You are now the Slave, and you do what Mistress Red demands of you. Is that clear?'

'Yes' I stammered.

'Yes, what?.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'That's better, slave. Did you have a good look yesterday, Slave. Well, did you?'

'I....' I began. I knew that it was wrong to lie about it. Sarah had seen me spying on her.

'You still remember, don't you?' She said staring at my crotch, and the erection that was clearly visible through my jeans.

'Would you like a reminder, Slave?'

'Yes, Mistress. I would Mistress'.

'No, Slave, first I must see you. Strip, Slave, I am busy. Now'.

I saw the whip in her right hand. She let it fall gently on my backside. It hurt, even though it had been done gently and through my clothes.

I took of my clothes, silently, and quickly.

'Slave. Stay. Let me look at you' said Sarah, in a voice that was becoming husky.

She came over to me, and let her gloved hands run over the smoothness of my skin. She stroked my cock, which begged for belief, and ran her hands over my buttocks. She went over to one of the candles, its whiteness clearly visible in the darkness of her dungeon.

'Slave, on the bench. On your front'.

I did as she demanded, doing my best to hide my clear arousal from her. I lie face down on the bench, it's leather surface cold against my skin. Sarah slowly stroked my skin, running her hands slowly over my back, from my shoulders. She held up the candles, its light spreading strange shadows around the room.

I felt the heat of the wax fall on my shoulders, fall on my upper back, the small of my back, on my buttocks, and between my legs. I rolled over onto my front, as my Mistress looked at my stiffening Cock.

'You like this, don't you?' She laughed, dismissively.

'You are not to like it, until I tell you you can. You will face 10 strokes of the Whip for your behaviour'.

I got of the bench, and faced the Mistress.

'Turn for me slave. Count them for me, out loud'.

I heard the air move as the whip cracked through the air. It pummelled into me, where the wax had fallen.

1 I cried out. 2 3 4 5 and still they came. 6 7 8 and still they came. 9 10

'Now, what do you have to say to your Mistress?' she asked.

'I am sorry, Mistress.'

'Now, you have had your pain, it is time for your pleasure, Virgin. I know it is your first time. The lack of embarrassment shows that you have never been naked before a woman.'

'No, Mistress' I said as I turned around, and saw her naked there. Her breasts proudly pointing at me, her nipples red and swollen, a light perspiration on her skin, and a moisture between her legs, her red hair giving her name.

'Slave' she said 'I want you to fuck me.'

I did not need to be invited, as I went towards my Mistress, and I kissed her fully on the lips, our tongues playing with each other. Her hands reached for my erect cock, and my buttocks, as she angrily tore at the wax that still hung to my skins.

I lifted her up, and onto my cock. Our tongues still entangled, as I moved my attention to her breasts, and lay her down on the bench. She stroked my cock, as I pushed it into her, angry, red and throbbing.

Our thrusts continued, me pushing and heaving every last inch of my cock into her warm, wet body, feeling like a hundred hands were all over me.Our faces were close, and our kissing continued, and then I heard her screaming out, 'Yes, yes, yes' as I pulled out, and sprayed my hot cum over her breasts, and down the narrow run of her stomach, as it chased the rivulets of her sweat to the bench and the floor.

'Remember, Rob,' said Sarah, as she came down from her orgasmic high, 'What happens in this room, stays in this room. I won't lie, I like you, you are a good lover, and I will do this for you every week, but you cannot tell people. The neighbours know me as Sarah, my clients know me as Mistress Red. I will be away a lot, and I need someone I can trust to look after the house. I know you are going away to University soon, but can I rely on you for two or three months'.

'Yes, Mistress' I replied, as I climbed into my clothes.

When people asked me at University what I had done with my Gap Year, I tell them I worked and I travelled, but I really want to tell them about Sarah. It is now nearly Christmas, and I can't wait to light a few candles to celebrate the season. I hope Mistress Red feels the same way.
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