I rubbed my groomed face in the mirror, happy at the job I did with my goatee and sideburns.
 
It was finally the day that I would meet the woman I had met only 2 weeks ago online. I found her on a fetish website, I viewed here profile and fell in love with her. I sent her a message hoping to hear a response and in no time, I had a message in my inbox from her!
 
Dear Jim,
 
Thank you for your message! I would love to talk with you more and get to know you. You never know, we may click and I would be able to give you what you always wanted!
 
Mistress Monique
 
I had talked with Mistress Monique everyday for the last two weeks. For the first week it was only online messages, then we exchanged numbers, and finally we talked over the phone. At the end of our last conversation, she commanded me to come see her, and being the submissive boy that I am I had to comply.
 
So here I am, getting ready for our first time together. I really couldn't call it a date. She wasn't looking for a romantic partner, she was looking for a loyal slave, but I was happy to be at her service.
 
She lived four hours away from me, so I started out early enough to make it to our meeting spot on time. We planned to meet at a truck stop in a small town, just off the turnpike.
 
As I drove, all I could think about what was going to happen. She gave me hints of what may occur, but never giving me great detail. I suppose she did this just to make it a surprise for me so it would be more fun for the both of us.
 
After driving for what felt like an eternity, I had finally made it to my destination. I was early, so I called Mistress and informed her that I was here.
 
She told me to sit down and get a table at the restaurant inside the small truck stop and that she was just about ready and will meet with me shortly.
 
I picked out a table in the corner of the dining area. I sat down and an old woman came up and asked if I wanted to see a menu.
 
"No thanks", I said "I am meeting someone here, but can I get a Coke?"
 
The old waitress smiled and went to the back to pour me my drink.
 
I looked around the place. It had a country feel to it. There were old newspapers, photographs, and farming equipment items all around, on the walls and hanging from the ceiling.
 
The waitress came back with my Coke and dropped it off.
 
It didn't take long after that until a saw a black jeep pull up. My heart started pounding faster. I saw the driver get out and when she looked my way I realized it was her.
 
A smile came across my face. I was finally going to meet the woman who had been in my thoughts twenty-four, seven, ever since I found her profile.
 
She walked over to me.
 
"So, you must be Jim?" she said with a grin on her face. She motioned for me to hug her.
 
"Yes I am! How are you?", I asked, wrapping my arms around her and embracing her perfect form.
 
She was even more beautiful in person then in her pictures. She was 5'6" and slender. Her brown hair was straight and came down over her shoulders. Black, thick framed glasses were worn over her beautiful brown eyes. She wore a light shade of red lipstick and bright blue polish covered her fingernails, which I hoped would match her toes.
 
She wore a pink tight t shirt, blue jeans, and black low top Chuck Taylor All Stars.
 
She sat down across from me and we got better acquainted with one another. We talked about the fetishes we had and how much experience we both had. She clearly had more than I did. She talked about past relationships and told me they usually don't work out. I inquired why that would be and all she told me was.
 
"They just seemed to be useful to me in other ways I suppose."
 
I didn't think to much about it. I was here and that is all that mattered. Maybe I could change her mind and we could be more than what she had had in the past.
 
We left the truck stop and I followed her to her house in the country. It was a small place, back out from the road on a small hill. The long driveway led us back to her home. You could not see any of her neighbors homes and was surrounded by forest.
 
She pulled her Jeep in front of her garage and I parked my little black car right next to her. I got out of my vehicle and followed her to the door and she invited me inside.
 
Without hesitation, she started by ordering me to lift up my arms. I did so as commanded and she took off my shirt.She then unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. She fondled my torso for a little while and then took off my boxers.
 
After I was completely nude in her presence, I was made to kneel at her feet. She took out one of her own leather collars and placed it around my neck. Once it was on, she told me to bow before her.
 
She took her shoes off and then her socks. As I had hoped, her toes were paint the same as her fingernails. She put her feet under my face and commanded me to kiss her feet and I did so without question.
 
After a minute or two of worshipping her beautiful feet, I was ordered onto the porch. I walked out on the porch wearing nothing but my collar, socks, and wrist watch.
 
I was told to take off my socks, then my wrist watch. I was completely naked and exposed for the world to see outside.
 
It was weird being nude outside yet exciting at the same time. The breeze was comfortable and the weather was lovely, I really appreciated the foliage that hide my naked body from seeing eyes.
 
My Mistress went inside and had brought back a beer. She handed it to me and told me to open it up for her. I did so and held it there until she took it from my hand. She held the beer up to my mouth and ordered me to put my mouth around it.
 
"Wrap your lips around it like it's a cock." She commanded.
 
I did so, and she pulled the neck of the beer bottle in and out of my mouth.
 
She then took the ice cold beer and started pouring it all over my body. Every time the cold liquid touched my skin, shivers ran up and down my body. She emptied the bottle on me and went back inside her house.
 
I continued to stand perfectly still at attention. She came back with whip cream and placed it on my cock. She brought out a chair and pulled it to the corner of the deck. She made me sit in it.
 
She sat in a chair on the opposite side of the deck and propped her feet on the table in front of her, exposing her bare soles for me to see.
 
She then commanded me, "Clean yourself up with your hands, I want you to eat the whip cream." I had to scrap off the whip cream off my cock and eat it.
 
It was mixed with me pre cum but I couldn't taste it, but the fact that it was there still humiliated me.
 
I finally got my cock clean enough to Mistress' approval. She went into the house and came back with ice cubes and placed them around my balls. It was so cold, but I was required to sit still.
 
After a little while, she went back into the house and came back with lukewarm water and poured it in my lap. The mix of temperature on my genitals felt incredible.
 
She directed me to get up and follow her, where she lead me to the bathroom. She had me get in the tub. I stood there and held out my arms.
 
She squirted shower gel in my hand and told me to wash my genitals off. I did so. She turned the shower head on and rinsed me off. She must not have been satisfied with the job I did and proceeded to get my entire body wet to allow more shower gel to be used. She scrubbed my entire front side and paid close attention to my cock, giving me a long teasing hand job but not allowing me to cum.
 
She told me to turn around and I, still holding my arms up, complied.
 
She washed my entire backside and washed my ass with great detail, her hand sometimes coming up from behind and tugged on my balls. She rinsed me off leaving no trace of suds and handed me a towel to dry off.
 
She took me out of the shower with a pair of panties in hand waiting for me. She had me step into them and raised them around my waist. They were a lacy blue pair and felt very different from the boxers I had worn into the house.
She lead me into the bedroom and had me lay on the bed.
She began to put lipstick on my lips and once that was complete, put me into a flowered blouse.
 
I was then put to work as a maid, requiring me to take items from her bedroom that needed to be moved into her garage and had me go out the front door in what I was wearing.
 
Even though I was off in the woods, I was still nervous someone would drive by and see me from the road. I did as commanded and took two tables and a few lamps and placed them in her garage.
 
I was also required to sweep her living room and do some dusting here and there.
 
She let me rest for about ten minutes, letting me sit on her couch and drink some water.
 
After my break was up and it was back to work worshipping her feet. She commanded me to kneel before her, taking the place I once sat on the couch.
 
I knelt and was handed a bottle of lotion.
 
I took the lotion from my Mistress and started massaging her beautiful feet spending at least ten or so minutes on each foot.
 
She then converted me from a foot masseuse to a foot stool and had me bow once more to have her feet placed on top of my back.
 
She took me into the bedroom once again and had me sit straight up at the head of the bed where she tied my arms to the headboard, and then came the legs spread eagle and tied to the headboard as well.
 
She left me to sit there once I was tied for at least fifteen minutes to a half hour alone. She finally came in and laid right in between my tied down legs.
She moved the little blue fabric that was covering my balls and started to play with them. She would not stroke my cock with her full hand, just enough to get me hard, but not enough to get me to come. It drove me nuts, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
 
After a few moments of the torment, she left me again for another fifteen minutes or so, letting me know she was calling another person to come.
 
All I could do was agree.
 
She come back in and got me once she had made the call. She untied me and moved me into the kitchen where I was made to sit in a chair.
 
She took the flowery blouse off me but left me in the panties.
 
She began to wrap me up in saran wrap and duct tape. Once I was helpless, she got a napkin and had me stick out my tongue. She dabbed the napkin in my saliva from the end of my tongue and used it to take off the lipstick.
 
"This should hold you as I take care of my other guest" she said looking into my eyes.
 
I thought she was going to kiss me, until we were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up.
 
Her other guest arrived and was immediately taken into the bedroom.
 
I barely got a look at her, but she was a petite woman. Must have just turned 18 because she looked like a kid still.
 
I was facing a clock and was stuck to the chair for a good hour. I sat there like a good little boy, hearing the moaning coming from the bedroom just down the hall.
 
After the hour of me sitting there in the chair my Mistress finally came out and had a smirk on her face but something was different. Her stomach had gotten bigger.
 
"Are you ready to make this a threesome?", she asked.
 
I was unsure of how to answer, I was more concerned of why her stomach was now enlarged and for that matter, where was this other girl?
 
"I love red wine with my meals, don't you?" she asked me with a grin on her face.
 
"What are we having?"
 
"You aren't having anything, but you are my dinner guest!"
 
"What about the other girl?"
 
"Oh her? She was just an appetizer."
 
My heart starting pounding out of my chest and I started to strain against the saran wrap that was holding me to the chair. But it didn't allow any movement.
 
"What? Don't you want to become part of me?", she asked.
 
"Not like this!" I exclaimed.
 
"Well, it is a little to late to go back on your word now, I need to eat and you look so good right now!"
 
She licked her lips and walked over to me and sat down on my lap. She poured the glass of wine and took a sip. "Oh, that tastes great! That should do well!" placing the bottle down on the table.
 
She took out a pair of scissors from her back pocket and started to undue my my cocoon. I thought about running, but what would I do? where would I go? I don't even know where my keys are!
 
She cut the last band and a sat there frozen, not sure what to do or think. I was starting to think of how stupid I was to get sucked into something like this, and how easy a beautiful face can make my guard fall.
 
"Looks like dinner is served!",she said excitedly and with that, she grabbed my head and placed it inside her mouth.
 
I could smell the red wine on her breath, the alcohol hurting my nostrils.
 
I was to my amazement on two parts, this part of the process didn't hurt to much and I didn't realize she could hold so much in her mouth at the same time.
 
It was hard to breath. Her breathing made me have to regulate my breathing. If I chose the wrong time, her lungs would suck the air out of mine.
 
The back of her throat was dark, yet warm. I wondered what was in store for me at the bottom and yet, I knew...
 
When she got to my shoulders, breathing really became a chore for the both of use. She didn't struggle to much tho, she seemed to have this entire experience down to a science. within a matter of minutes, I continued my unwanted journey to her stomach.
 
Things started to get tight in her esophagus. Breathing almost became nonexistent and struggling became more of a burden. I hated just giving up, but there wasn't much I could do. I could still feel air on my legs. I also felt the blue panties being taken off me as my torso became engulfed in her mouth. I guess she didn't want any clothes to digest.
 
My head finally arrived to the stomach and I started to curl up into myself the further I was sucked in. My feet still hung outside her mouth, but it wouldn't be long until I was consumed fully.
 
After sometime, I started to take on the fetus position, my feet joining me after several minutes after the arrival of my head.
 
As I was waiting for the stomach acid to dissolve my body and become nutrients to this woman who had seduced and eaten me, I felt a little trickle on my head.
 
It was the red wine! I opened my mouth and let the alcohol dull my senses. Finally thinking to myself, "That really is a good wine..."
 
THE END