Meeting his match        

As he pulled into the parking lot after a long drive the knot in his stomach was becoming painful.  He was tense and very nervous.  They had met on sexsearchcom.com some time ago and had been planning for this date.  As he looked at the clock he was 5 minutes early.  He went into the coffee shop and found a table near the very back in the corner for 4.  He could see the door from here.

Time seemed to be moving ever so slowly. He glanced at his watch again and noticed it was 10 after 5.  The meeting was to be at 5.  He began to panic  "were they going to come, had he been stood up?"  Feeling dumped he was considering leaving.  Just then in walked a beautiful tall slim lady in a leather skirt and leather boots, a red top and sunglasses completed the attire.  She was followed by a muscular gentleman in short sleeves and jeans, cowboy boots and matching sunglasses.  he stood up and went over to introduce himself.  “Madam, Sir i  have selected a table along the wall, i hope it is satisfactory”  He escorted them over to his chosen table.  They both sat with their back to the wall looking down the long busy cafe to the entrance door  He asked if he could get them anything.  Madam said she wanted a green tea, Sir required a coffee and a boston cream donut.  “And you can have a bottle of apple juice slut” madam said.  It was clear she was the most dominant of the two.

I scurried off to the counter ordered the drinks and donut, paid and returned with the items.  We talked for about 30 minutes about general things.  I nervously drank my apple juice and put the lid on the finished bottle.  “so” Sir said  “are you sure you are ready for this?  Are you sure you can handle it?  Is it really what you want? If not now is the time to back out.” 

“i am eager to serve and satisfy your needs Sir, Madam.” 

“mmm there is nothing better to get me going than to see my sub performing humiliating tasks for me but it WILL BE more than needs”  

"yes madam"

Then Madam stood up and walked away she took her empty cup and my apple juice bottle. Gee that was nice her dealing with my garbage I thought to myself…  I must have had a puzzled look on my face because Sir spoke up “you had better keep Tiger happy, otherwise we will drop you or worse” I knew tiger was his nickname for his wife.  “She is demanding but fair, however she does not accept disobedience"

Upon her return she sat down passed me her tiny thong and told Sir and i to go to the men’s room.  I was told to put replace mine with hers but before I did Sir should make sure I smelled, licked and sucked on them to ensure i start to learn sent and taste…we both got up and off we went. 

Fortunately there was no one else in the washroom.  Sir pushed the panties against my nose and mouth i had no choice bit to smell her musk.  I then sucked on the front part – it was already slightly wet.  “Suck on the back too slut" he said.  When I completed this to his satisfaction i was told to go into the stall and pit on her thong.  Sir then directed "The side strings should be pulled up above your pant belt so that we know they are nice and tight".  Tight they were – she was a size 4.  There was no way it was going to cover my package even if it was cold and shrunk which it was far from.  It definitely was up my rear crack, and only cover 1/2 of my package.  I offered my underwear to Sir he told me “just put them in the garbage on the way by”.

We returned to the table , madam pulled out my bottle of apple juice – it seem darker than normal.  “Drink this just as fast as the first one” she said.  As I reached for it I realized it was warm, very warm in fact.  OMG she had filled it with her golden nectar when she went to the bathroom. 

"I have never had someone else’s pee before"

"Well you cant say that any more - bottoms up there is a lot more where that came from". it was salty but sweet, that might have been the apple juice left in the bottom.

With a big grin I said “Thank you Madam I was kind of thirsty” 

"you keep that sense of humor slut it will do you well.  There is no doubt there will be times when you will need it”. 

As i finished my drink they discussed their last holiday.  How much fun they has but it would be even better if I was there to help with their entertainment and desires.

Sir slid me a pen and a piece of paper – it looked a lot like a one page contract.  “you can review it but the high points are…you have consented to be our submissive when we get together, or when we direct you otherwise.  You agree this may take many take place in many different places both private and public.  We have discussed your Hard Limits and they are as follows; no pictures/video, no scat activity, no one under 26 will be involved, no heavy pain, and no marks will be made that last longer than 24 hours.” 

My heart began to pound harder and I could feel tension in my pants. 

He went on “We agree that once we have played a few times you will be able to try and negotiate any additions you feel that were missed.  You will be the subject of our games, challenges, torment, humiliating acts and requirements, and servitude.  We may invite others to join us and if we choose you will be required to service them as you do us.  We will however always be in control and it will always be a drug and disease free environment.  This agreement states there will be no exchange of finances as a result however you will be responsible for the costs of your involvement in this relationship so you will buy the toys that will be used on you and you will buy other things like dinner when we go out.  Last but not least we recognize this is not a live in arrangement it is more likely one every couple of months but may be 24/7 while you are here.” 

“Sign here if you are in agreement” .

My head was spinning, with all this information and I knew I was getting harder and harder the more I thought about it…I signed and passed the document back to Sir.

“Great” she said as her foot met my crotch and started to message my hard member and knead the balls below.   For the next 15 minutes they discussed some more of their likes dislikes and some friends who had similar thoughts as if I was not even there.  I knew each time Madam got excited as she would push harder on my member or pin my balls between her toes and my leg or the chair causing me to let out as quiet a moan as I could.

At one point Sir was eating his boston cream and there was some yellow cream on his chin.  He cleaned it off with his index finger and presented it to me.  "lick it clean".

I put his whole finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. 

She slapped my face "he said lick not suck - again!".

Sir dug his finger into the remaining cream in his donut and told me to lick it off. 

This time there was no room for error.  After she reminded me of what that could be in the future She finally lowered her foot and Sir explained how to get to their place.  He explained that Madam would be coming with me in my vehicle.

“lets go you lead the way” she said to me.  As I stood up she continued “and don’t cover up the big wet spot on the front of your trousers as we walk out either”  I looked down sure enough she had worked enough pre cum up to cause a wet spot about 1" wide, it sudden came to me why they were so specific in what to wear - kacky colored pants show moisture best. 

I reached for a napkin and moved towards my pants – she slapped my hands and told me “that is one demerit point for that move and one for the sucking of Sirs finger which you will pay for later now leave your pants alone, put one hand in your back pocket and give me the other one.”  “yes Madam” I replied.  We walked out of the packed coffee shop hand in hand.  She made sure to stopped a few times to make sure I was pointed in all the wrong ways, ensuring my red face only got darker.  As we approached my car I opened the passenger door for her.

She said “just think this is just our first meeting, and so far I have gone easy on you” then she reached behind my neck and gave me a hard kiss which lasted for a minutes – well it seem like it. 

“I am so going to have fun having you in my control….”