This story may turn into a larger chapter story. Not sure where it goes yet.
It had been weeks since Mike had finished his last project. The custom closet at the Doctor’s house had been easy enough. Just some distressed wood trim and a funky door. The walk-in was about 5’x 8′. He had removed all the shelves and hangers, and all the drywall. The Doc had requested he beef up the studs to make them stronger. Something about securing something into the wall. He had another guy taking care of that so Mike didn’t give it a second thought. Porcelin tiles replaced the carpet. After reinstalling the drywall he painted the walls a deep red, the ceiling was black except for the single Edison bulb in its industrial cage fixture. The door was a heavy wooden frame with thin wrought iron bars in the center. With the center panels removed the door was see thru. Why anyone would want the solid panels removed and replaced with thin wrought iron bars was beyond him. The Doc said something about a pet room, but it all payed the same and the Doc was responsible for his current referral. Why ask why.
The address he was given was in an upscale area. A flat above some type of furniture store in the middle of a block. He found an open parking space a few doors down and parked his truck. Finding the entry he rang the buzzer and waited. The evening air was cool as darkness began to encroach. When the door opened Mike was momentarily stunned to silence. The woman who stood before him was a vision in beauty. Long legs, thin waist, ample breasts. Her auburn hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She was wearing a shimmering white satin shirt, tucked into a jet black leather skirt. She stood slightly taller than him in her 4 inch black heels. Around her neck was a strange looking pendant.
A small smile formed on her lips as Mike fumbled to say anything coherent. “Missus uhhh… Jameson?” Mike stammered. “Miss jameson.” She said after a moment. “You must be Mike, the good Doctor mentioned you would be stopping by this evening.”
“Yes,…. Mike, I’m Mike,…… I’m supposed to be here? He stammered, suddenly unsure of himself.
She paused. It always amused her when an otherwise strong man crumbled from her presence alone. His eyes flicked up to hers and then darted away. He shifted uneasily under her gaze. She let him twist there for another few seconds and the said, “Well of course you are my dear boy. Won’t you please come inside.”
She moved to the side, and motioned for Mike to enter.
Mike quickly stepped off the sidewalk and past her. Feeling her eyes on him the whole way.
Mustering all his will, Mike started, “So Doctor Jones said that you were looking for a contractor to do some work for you?
“Thats right Mike, I am looking for a contractor.” Her smile was somehow predatory. She moved closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at her touch. “Give me your jacket?” He cursed himself inwardly. He needed to get control of himself, he couldn’t afford to lose this job because he was suddenly feeling off. He shrugged off his carhartt and she placed it on the small tree next to the door. She strode past him and the click, click of her heels echoed in the short hallway. “Follow me please Michael. You don’t mind if I call you Michael do you?” She said. He responded, “Uhhhh…. I guess its ok.” She stopped suddenly and whirled to face him, fixing him with a stern gaze. “Please be clear Michael, I do not wish for there to be any micommunications between us!” She said, with a sudden fire in her eyes. He was startled by her directness. “I,…I’m sorry,…of..of course, Michael will be fine.” “Good!” She said. Smiling bradly as she spun on a heel and started up the stair case at the end of the hall. “Follow me Michael.” He hurried up the stairs behind her.
The top of the stairs opened onto a second floor that was quite spacious. Along one wall a stylish kitchen and island, a generous living area and another hall that led to, from his limited view a probable sleeping area and bathoom. The stairs continued up and around to the third floor. Mike followed her closely.
At the top of the staircase, using the strange pendant around her neck, she unlocked the door and swung it open. Walking inside she called out, “Come along Micheal, that’s a good boy, you sted there.” She pointed at a spot on the floor.
The room was spartan, compared to the living area. Hardwood floor, red carpet on the walls. Black ceiling. Scattered about the room, was an odd assortment of furniture. Some type of sling hung from a hook in the center of the ceiling. A large x shaped frame stood in the corner. Mike stopped where directed, and heard the door click shut behind him.
Miss Jameson stopped in the center of the room facing Mike. “So,…..What exactly is it you’d like from me ma’am? Mike said sheepishly. His shoulders slightly hunched. He was looking around the room, deliberatly avoiding her piercing eyes. His heart was beating in his chest. He felt a trickle of sweat between his shoulder blades.
“Its very simple Michael, I called you here because the Doctor thought you might be to my liking. You see Michael, I like a certain type of man. One who can follow direction. One who will do as he is told, without question. Do you think you can do that Michael, do you think you can be that man?” She walked slowly around him as she talked. Looking him up and down as she did. “Look, you said you wanted some work done, I dont……” Mike started to say. “No Michael, I said I needed a contractor.” She said. She had stopped behind him and was now standing very close to him. He could feel her body heat behind him. He was frozen in place. Too scared to move. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close. “Do you find me attractive michael?” She breathed into his ear, her left hand trailed down his arm, goosebumps rising in its wake, settling over his hand. Her right hand slid up and with 2 fingers she traced a line up and down along his neck. His head tilted to the left slightly and he croaked out, “Y..Yes..I do.” He swallowed hard. His fear ebbing, switching quickly to arousal. She was so damn close. Her lips found his neck and began following the path her fingers had begun. Her right hand snaked down under his arm, across his belly and down to his waist. Her fingers slid under the waistband and snaked inside. She began rubbing just above his manhood. She felt his breath quicken. His head leaned back slightly and his eyes slid shut. Her left hand let go of his and came up to his throat. As she gripped his throat firmly the first moan escaped him. She flicked his earlobe with her tongue and said, “I like you too Michael, there are so many things I want to show you Michael. Do you want to learn from me Michael?” She cooed into his ear. “Yesssssssss…..” was all he could manage. “Yes what Michael?” She whispered into his ear. “Yes please teach me……” he managed.
She released her grip and stepped in front of him. He was breathing heavy now, his face flush with desire. He looked up slightly into her eyes. His own half open and filled with lust. Her prize within reach, she said. “Look at me Michael. Look into my eyes and hear me. To be my student you must choose. You must choose to obey me at all times, to give me the power of your submission. If you choose this path, I promise you a world of pleasure and happiness like you’ve never known before. If you decline then you may leave now. You’ll find an envelope in the hall to compensate you for your time. I’m sure you will find it generous. The choice is yours, but you must choose now.” Mike’s head was swimming. He thought about turning around and running out of there. But he had never felt as aroused as he was right now. His lips began moving before he had even finished the thought. “I’d like to stay.”
She smiled broadly. “Good, you won’t be sorry Michael. Now, we will begin simply, you will address me as mistress from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes.” He said. Smack! She pasted the side of his face with her flat palm. “Im sorry, I didn’t hear you?” He rubbed his stinging cheek with his own hand. “Yes mistress?” He said sheepishly. “Louder!” She shouted and raised her hand again. “Yes Mistress!” He said loudly. She reached out and caressed his reddening cheek. “You see Michael, it’s not hard to follow direction is it?” “Now, strip!” With that she walked past to him and locked the door.