Mistress Nicki

A few quiet days later I got a phone call from a withheld number. At the time I was taking a lunchtime walk along the sea-front. ?Hello?? ?Hello, it?s Graham.? ?Graham? I don?t know anyone called Graham.? ?We met last week.? The penny wasn?t dropping. I don?t know what planet I was on. ?Sorry.? ?Um. We met at the shop. The shop on Surrey Street?? ?Ooooh,? I said at last. ?That shop.? ?Yes.? ?That Graham.? ?Yes.? I had only given my phone number to middle aged man, so this was clearly not shop assistant. ?How are you?? I asked. ?Fine, thank you. And you?? ?Very well,? I replied. ?Thanks.? There was a pregnant pause. ?I was wondering,? he went on, ?I was wondering if we could maybe? get together later?? I let the question hang in the air. The pause got longer and longer. At first it was just because I wasn?t sure how to respond. Then I realised what power there was in making him wait for my response. Eventually he said, ?Hello?? ?Hi,? I responded. ?Oh. I thought the line had gone dead.? ?No, no.? ?So? um. What do you think? Could we meet?? ?What kind of meeting do you want?? I could imagine his face reddening as he realised I was going to make him spell it out. ?Well? perhaps a bit like Küçükköy escort bayan last time we met?? ?In what way?? ?Well? I would pay you.? ?Uh huh.? ?And you might wear the same kind of thing as you did last time.? ?Mmmmm?? ?And do the same kinds of things as you did last time.? ?Uh huh?? ?But maybe we could meet somewhere else?? I let the phone go silent again. Eventually, I said, ?Do you have any ideas?? Silence again. Finally, he said, ?Can we meet at your place?? I had to think about this. There felt like all kinds of implications to him meeting me at my flat, but at least I would be on home ground, so to speak; and it would be a lot cleaner than the sex shop. ?All right,? I said. I gave him the address, and told him to be there in two hours. I had a lot I wanted to get done in two hours, starting with some shopping. I walked over to a hardware shop, and got some rope, it seemed a bit like climbing rope, but the point is, I was certain it would be strong enough. While I was there, I got some other bits and pieces too, and headed home. I have a two bedroom flat, and I keep the second bedroom for the occasional guest. It had turned Escort Mecidiyeköy into a bit of a junk room, but I managed to clear it up quite nicely. I wanted plenty of room for Graham and me. As I thought about him, I fantasised; he seemed to like it when I took a dominant role. The question was, how far would that go? I loved taking a dominant role. I could explore parts of myself that I had never really explored before. I closed the blinds in the second bedroom, and the curtains in the living room too. I really didn?t want an audience. With the room ready, I got myself ready. Dressed in the same catsuit (though this time, with the latex G-string underneath and the corset that covered my breasts. With the patent boots as well, some dark eyeshadow and ruby-red lips, I was ready. Excited and ready. I looked at the clock and saw that Graham was supposed to be with me any minute. I decided that a fortifying glass of wine would not go amiss, and, just after I had taken a first sip, there was a knock on the door. I looked through the spyhole, and saw that it was Graham; dressed in the same raincoat he had worn the last time I saw him. I opened Merter escort the door wide, ?Hello again.? I smiled. ?Hello,? he said as I ushered him inside. I closed the door behind him and led him into the living room. The tension was palpable. We both knew why he was here; and that was made even more clear by my outfit. He could hardly stop himself from staring. ?Do you like what you see, boy?? I asked him. ?Yes. Very much,? he barely whispered. ?Miss. Or Mistress. That?s how I think you?ll need to address me.? ?Yes, Miss,? he replied without hesitation. I smiled, holding his gaze as I took a sip of my wine. ?Now then,? I went on, ?Why don?t you give me your coat?? He took it off and I hung it in the hall. ?I suppose you must have enjoyed the time we spent together before.? ?Y? yes, Miss. Very much.? ?I thought as much.? I nodded. ?And now, you?re back for more.? He nodded back. ?This time, will you be a good boy? Will you do just as you?re told?? He groaned, I think I hit the nail on the head. That was just what he wanted to hear. ?Oh God yes, Miss.? ?Well, let?s see about that shall we?? I let silence hang in the air once more, and took a sip of wine. I looked him up and down, walked slowly around him where he stood, then, while I was behind him, I leaned close to his ear and whispered, ?Strip.? He didn?t take telling a second time, and proceeded to undress; laying his clothes neatly across the back of a chair. It wasn?t too long before he was standing in front of me naked, with a semi.