Aidan's Journey 1

I woke up sore this morning, remembering the time I shared with Mistress Ayeka last night. My body remembered the stings of her leather whip with each step I took towards the bathroom. I looked up as I brushed my teeth and Ayeka appeared behind me fully dressed and rubbing my shoulders.

"You look tired," she said.

"I am. I didn’t sleep all that well."

"Well, you need to be rested up for tonight. I plan to take you out."

She knew I had plans for the night. I was supposed to go out with some friends and catch the game at our local.

"If I come home and find you not ready…" She trailed off as her hands left my shoulders and she left the room.

To be honest, as much as I’d rather go out with the boys and drink, that part about her coming to get me in front of my friends seemed to turn me on anyway.

I guess since this is my first entry, I should tell you about Mistress Ayeka.

She’s my goddess. I met her while jogging one night in Rock Creek Park. She had a flat tire and when I stopped to ask if she needed help, she looked at me and instantly, I was mesmerized by her beauty. She stepped out of the car, confidently. Hell, she’s 6’1 and beautiful. Auburn hair flowed over her shoulders, past her breasts and halfway down her waist and if that wasn’t enough, her lips reminded me that I stopped running.

When she told me what the problem was, I felt reluctant to help such an obviously capable woman, but as a gentleman felt compelled.

When I changed the tire and began to walk back to the trail, she ordered me to stop. I did. Actually, I froze. I won’t give you the typical details you read about in those porno mags but when I turned around, she was right in front of me, her breath hot on my sweaty forehead, her eyes peering down at me. The sweet voice that captured my attention had hands. Powerful hands that grabbed my cock while lips seized over mine.

"I forgot to thank you," was all she said before leaving me with a slip of paper that had her phone number on it. Ayeka. What a strangely beautiful name. Funny, she didn’t look oriental.

I called her within the week and we met for drinks before she took me clubbing. Each place we went to, turned out to be weirder than the previous one. When we ended up back at her place, she led me into her bedroom, undressing me slowly with kisses and caresses. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, naked in front of a mirror with her standing in black jeans and a long sleeve top that showed off her midriff.

I brought her to orgasm three times before I’d even seen her naked and got to fuck her. In fact, the only reason I even got to fuck her was that she wanted to see how much man she was dealing with. I’m no small man but the second I slid inside her warmth; she rolled us over and ended up on top.

Her wicked grin disappeared only to be replaced by a terrifying, angry look. She held my wrists down firmly and proceeded to fuck me until she came twice more. I let her.

I didn’t feel uneasy with Ayeka’s tone, only her actions.

When I woke up the next morning, I found my legs bound together and my wrists tied above my head. Ayeka sat beside me, dressed in a robe with her hair pulled back. She took all that beautiful hair and teased my cock with it; starting from my stomach to my cock, back to my chest as my nipples grew harder. Funny how one never notices little things like nipples.

"What’s all this?" I asked.

"Kinky sex."

"Are you gonna kill me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"That depends." That got me slapped.

"Why Ayeka?"

"You have potential, my dear Aidan. And I like you."

That was a revelation. She toyed with my cock in her hand and hair as we talked. She explained the whole dominatrix thing to me, and just where I’d fit into her scheme of things. That is if I wanted to continue to see her. And of course, I really did want to see her again. That night’s sex was great. I can’t emphasize that enough.

Something inside felt off but I’m not sure what it was, so I ignored it.

Well, you can see that since I’m bitching about being sore, I accepted her terms about us being exclusive and playing in the roles she designated. Mistress Ayeka and slave aidan.

"Tonight, you’ll learn to taste my flogger, various paddles and probably learn to be comfortable in restraints," she said before leaving for work. She kissed me on the forehead and left.

Great, I thought. She said they were necessary before we progressed to deeper things. I didn’t understand what deeper things she’d been talking about but I suppose I’ll find out.

I’ll suppose I’ll have more details for you when I come back in the morning. Hell, it’s a good thing my employer lets me come in when I want to.

Aidan's Journey Part 2

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