A message from Mistress
The email alert on my mobile phone went off. It was an email from Femdom dating, saying I had a new message for Femdom test, so I logged in and checked it out. Great! it was a message from a Mistress to whom I had sent a worship and numerous messages in the hope that she would notice me. Receiving her response made me excited and aroused, even before reading it.
It started like this; “your persistence has gained my interest boy. I checked out your profile and photos and have decided you may possibly be worthy to serve me. I have high standards so first, you must pass my Femdom test.”
The Femdom test
Her message was going on, “We will meet in public to make sure you are who you say you are. You must wear mesh shorts or sweatpants and no underwear. I will tease your manhood while in public and see if you can stay cool. If you get hard under the table, I will make you cum in your pants before making you walk next to me for all to see. Meet me at Tony’s pub tomorrow at 7 pm and remember mesh shorts or sweatpants and NO UNDERWEAR.”
Hell, this is going to be tough, I almost shot a wad in my pants reading her message.
I opened the internet and started looking for techniques that would help me control myself. I was running out of time, so I read until I fell asleep.
The next day as I was driving to the pub I thought again and again about those techniques I read on the internet. By the time I arrived at the place, I felt ready for anything she would put me through.
My First Femdom dating
I entered the pub and saw her sitting back in a booth. It was happy hour and the bar was very crowded.
I walked to her, kissed her hand, and sat down. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight halter without a bra. Wow, she was gorgeous and even sexier than in her photos. It was so difficult for me not to get excited, but since I didn’t want her to get a bad impression about me, I put my mind somewhere else to be able to stay cool.
We talked for a little while and all of a sudden she slid close to me and immediately ran her hand on my crotch. Very good boy, you are wearing no underwear as ordered. Your shorts will show off a bulge when I give you a hard-on.
The Femdom test handjob
I kept my mind somewhere else as I read the night before until she slid her hand in my pants rubbing my cock and balls. I hardened a bit but still not too hard as to be noticed. She moved closer and whispered in my ear,
- ” A few more minutes and you will pass the test boy”.
She then started to give me a handjob while sliding her other hand up her skirt and playing with her clit.
Her nipples started to harden before she removed her panties and placed them on my face. God, her juices smelled so sweet, I was sweating and my heart was about to leave my chest. She was smiling and enjoying torturing me.
Again she came close and whispered in my ear,
- “If you can take what’s coming next, I will stop this”.
She was driving me crazy and she knew it. She slipped her finger down past my balls and very gently entered my manhole.
I lost it, could not hold it any longer. My cock expanded and I shot a huge wad of cum in my shorts. I put up a good fight but I succumbed to her. She smiled and led me embarrassed by my hard-on and cum stain through the bar. Once we got to the parking lot she grabbed my balls and led me to her car.
