Free Strictly Business by Adrienne Maitresse Page B

‘tools’ of the trade, all the while the sound of my footsteps proclaiming my imminent arrival.
    As I reached the booth, business boy courteously rose to greet me, and the expression on his face went from astonishment to awe to full blown trepidation in a matter of seconds. Several pleasantries were duly exchanged which revealed that yes - I’m Bibi, yes - it’s lovely to finally meet you too, yes - I would love a glass of Rioja, and much to my amusement that business boy was in fact Dom, which was short for Dominic. Dom but not dom I mused. His demeanour certainly gave the impression that he was suitably submissive in my presence which I imagined would be a contradiction for a man who probably brokered million pound deals on a daily basis.
    â€œHow should I address you” he nervously inquired, daring to make only momentary eye contact. His voice was soft-spoken and almost hushed. It paired perfectly with his body language which was a strong statement of his subordination and a direct contrast to his alpha male role in vanilla life.
    I acknowledged his enquiry with a lasting look before replying.
    â€œMistress will be fine for today and I will call you sub”.
    Dom not dom squirmed a little at my command. There was an outward look of trepidation on his face and a pronounced lump in his designer pants. It seemed appropriate that I should therefore decree he come and sit bedside Mistress. Polite conversation had also divulged that he was a keen sailor, and I could tell from his nervous posture as he shuffled closer that he was without doubt in uncharted waters. The instant sexual connectivity between us was unmistakable and sub’s cock tangibly hardened whilst the hint of blush on his cheeks was symbolic of his shyness. There was now a patently obvious hard on eager to escape the confines of the soft denim as sub’s erection bulged towards his left hand pocket and his eyes glazed with simmering lust. In reciprocation I surreptitiously positioned my hand on the base of his cock at the intersection with his balls. In delight, a whimpered moan escaped from sub’s mouth, and with a seamless transition I began to caress his now even harder manhood, working my way from the base upwards and increasing the intensity of the caress until I reached the very tip. The end of his dick was large but in proportion to the rest of his package. Even through the layers of material it was possible to feel the ridge that simultaneously separates and unites the head with the shaft. Sub’s arousal had already forced the foreskin back from his glans and the outline in his jeans left little to the imagination. My index finger followed the contour of his gloriously engorged corona which found its way to the very tip and the dimple that was the exit point for his soon to be spunk. Despite its fabric covering it was instantly responsive. I envisaged it would be smooth shiny and moist and it didn’t disappoint as a small wet patch appeared, and with it sub let out another sexually charged sigh. The more I pressed my finger deeper in to the opening the bigger the wet patch became. Business boy was indeed the keeper of a generously apportioned specimen, although it would be Mistress who would ultimately own it, and his ass, and that deal was not negotiable.
    â€œHave you done what I asked sub? “ I enquired with a familiar firmness in my voice.
    â€œYes Mistress I have shaved my cock, balls and my ass as you instructed” sub replied with a subservient and somewhat timid timbre.
    â€œWell done slave, despite being a worthless piece of shit you have managed to somehow please Mistress”.
    â€œWhat was that sub?” I asked.
    â€œSorry Mistress, thank you Mistress” came the reply, this time in an even more diffident manner than before.
    It was clearly apparent that Dom was as suspected, nowhere near dom and would be the most deliciously compliant and obsequious play thing I’d had in