Sue had some exchange people visiting from France for some unknown reason and both ladies were at the house on this particular day. Franqois and Catrina were each beauties as well. My head was swimming as I watched them from the kitchen window as they lounged around the pool on rafts sunning themselves. Eventually, all the ladies went into the house and changed into their street clothes except for Franqois. Instead, she stood near the steps of the pool, dried herself off and proceeded to undress out of her wet bikini and then into her clothes. Let me tell you, I was amazed at the sight of this creature and would most certainly been sporting an erection when suddenly, Sue appeared behind me and caught a glimpse of what I was staring at. It failed to move her as it did me, probably because of the nature of the French women to do something like this. But she made notice of my reaction to the spectacle. "Kirk, if you ever want to see some real tits, ask me and I’ll show some!" she said as she walked off confident that she got my head spinning even further!

Ever since that day, my mind raced and visions of Sue dominating me overlapped every other thought. This is where it gets a bit scratchy and I am unsure exactly what’s fantasy and what’s real. Not to worry though, it’s a great story nonetheless.

Seven or eight years had passed and I was a roofer. Sue and her husband owned a mountain retreat in Arrowhead that was in need of a new roof. Sue and her husband approached me and I was more than willing to oblige. I went up during the week about a month later and measured it up while Sue was there. Her husband was down in the city and usually only went up on the weekends.

By the time I had the measurements, it was getting dark. I went inside to total up the materials that I would need to order to complete the job. Sue offered me a drink as I was nearly finished with the math and I gladly accepted. It was close to 10:00 at night and the drive down the mountain would have put me home at about midnight, something I wasn’t looking forward to. Sue offered me a place in the spare bedroom and then dinner. Sounded great. We had some sort of quick meal that was already on the stove and I began to start the washing up. Sue was pleased that I had offered. While I washed, I kept thinking back to that afternoon by the pool when I was younger. I wanted to talk about it, but didn’t quite know how. Sue just leaned against the doorway and sipped her Vodka while I got dry mouth. When I finished, I grabbed a sponge to wipe the table and as I walked past the doorway, my crotch rubbed against Sue who refused to yield to my movement through the opening.

Now I was really day dreaming! My mind was flashing back, I couldn’t stop thinking about it! On my way back into the kitchen I rubbed up against her again, only this time she felt something.

"What’s this, do you have an erection?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. How humiliating. The longer I stood there in fear, the harder I got. "Uh, yeah. I guess I do. Sorry."

Unfazed by it all, Sue said, "well what would have caused that? Was it from rubbing up against me or something?"

"Well, actually", a deep breath was needed, "it was a combination of things." Dare I even go there? What the hell, I couldn’t get any more humiliated. " You see Sue, do you remember that time when I was younger and you caught me staring at Franqois changing in our backyard?" Another gulp, "well, you told me that if I ever wanted to see some real tits, you’d show me yours and well…I’ve been thinking about it for a long time ever since. Even when I accidentally rubbed up against you."

Sue stood quietly. I didn’t know what to think. Did I piss her off or just catch her off guard? The silence was killing me.

"So what are you saying…exactly?" she asked finally.

"Well, I guess I would like to see your breasts, if that’s okay. Or at least let you know that I would like to see them. Or that I will always remember when you said that. Or…"

"What are you willing to do to see my magnificent tits? Tell me."

"I’d do anything!" I answered back without even thinking. "I have always admired your physique Sue and your personality. And frankly, I have always thought that you have a great pair of breasts that I would literally do anything for to see."

"Anything?" she asked.

"Whatever you tell me to do…yes, anything."

With that, she told me to finish drying and putting the dishes away and to meet her in the den when I was through. So I did just that, slow and methodical. I wasn’t in a hurry because I didn’t know what was going to be happening.

Twenty minutes later, I casually walked out to the den (my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour) and stood before her with my hands at my side waiting for her next words.

"Listen to me, and pay close attention. I need to run to the bar for a drink. While I am away, you have two options. One: pack up your stuff and head down the hill. I’ll see you when you come back to do the roof and no one will know what you asked me. Or two: you can read through that letter on the mantle piece, follow its instructions to the letter and agree to do whatever I tell you. If you do that, I’ll show you my tits. Now, I’ll be back in about half an hour. Hopefully I’ll see you when I get back. If not…oh well. You had your chance."

With that, she rose and walked out the door. I heard her start the car and when it pulled away down the street, I ran to the mantle piece to open the letter.

It read:

"You must have decided to stay. I’m flattered that the sight of my glorious tits means that much to you. However, you’ll need to follow these instructions carefully and furthermore, follow my instructions when I return.

"Go into the bathroom and have a shower. A good shower. I want you to use the razor that’s in there to completely shave your under arms, legs and pubic areas. You have no hair on your chest yet, so don’t worry about that. But it had better be smooth.

"Afterwards, use the talcum powder and sprinkle yourself all over with it. Once that’s done, return to the den, start the fire and wait for me on your hands and knees facing the fireplace. No matter what, do not raise your head or move from that position until I tell you to. You had better hope this is worth it."

Signed,

"Mistress"

"Shit!" That’s all I could think! Was this really happening? All these fantasies I had had since I was fifteen about Sue, stories I had read about Female Domination in Variations and Forum. Was this for real? Or was she playing a joke on me? Whatever, I thought about two seconds longer and then turned to the bath to start my shower.

Within fifteen minutes, I had showered, shaved, powdered and lit the fire. I then proceeded to position myself square in the middle of the den, on hands and knees, head down and facing the fire. Ten or fifteen more minutes passed and then it hit me. "What am I doing? Do I have any idea exactly what I have just done? Shave my legs? Under my arms? My pubic hair? Now hear I am butt naked on my hands and knees in the middle of the den in the middle of the mountains in the middle of the night. What if Sue’s husband decided to come up for the night? What if I was left here? What if…"

The sound of a car door shutting interrupted my panic as I double-checked my positioning. The front door opened and closed. Quiet. The feel of cool mountain air sent a shiver through me. Then the sound of Sue walking towards the bedroom. A door shut and then nothing for ten minutes.

"What was going on?" I wondered.

"I see you decided to stay", Sue said. She appeared out of nowhere. Walking, as if inspecting, around me. I remembered to keep my head lowered. I felt awkward, but i didn’t want to disappoint Sue…Mistress. I sort of shook with intimidation and anxiety as She continued to speak.

"You’ve been given a great opportunity, a chance to not only see My tits, but worship Them. Not in your dreams either. In the flesh. But in order to be given such a privilege, you’ll need to work for it and deserve it. I intend to put you through a series of tests to see if you are able to handle me. Of course, you’ll be rewarded if you are. In fact, many times over. But tonight will be the hardest.

"Oh yes, from now on, when we are alone…and it doesn’t matter where, you will address Me as "Mistress". Furthermore, when we are alone, you will not speak unless spoken to or are given permission to do so. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy. You are learning already. That’s a bonus. Now, let’s see how well you were able to shave yourself, shall we? Get up on your knees, hands behind your neck."

Mistress then went down for a closer look. As She ran her fingers under my arms lightly, blood began to surge into my hardening penis, causing me to catch my breath. On Her way down, She tweaked a nipple and then traced the finger to my groin. The area above my penis, which is normally filled with hair, was smooth. Mistress liked that. I felt totally under her spell at that moment, my pubic hair shaved off and Mistress relishing in the fact that it was gone…because She told me to. Needless to say, I was as hard as I have ever been at that stage. I mean, I was really hard.

I was told to stand while Mistress rubbed my legs for softness. Then back on my hands and knees. "Spread your knees, I’m not through yet." Then it came, Her hands caressed my back side. Her middle finger finding its way into my crack. A few strokes and She was rubbing my button to see how well I did at removing the hair from my nether region. My penis was touching my belly. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more of this without coming.

Slap! Slap!

Slap, slap!

Just like that, She straightened me out. "Get used to that, my boy. I just love to break in soft butts like yours. Before you know it, you’ll be begging me to paddle your ass, won’t you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"’Yes, Mistress’, what?"

"Yes, Mistress, I’ll be begging for you to paddle me, Mistress!"

"There, you see? You’re begging me already. Okay, a paddle it is then. We’ll say ten on each side. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, Mistress."

"Good?" She said. "I don’t want ‘good’, I want to hear some moaning. We’ll make it fifteen on each."

Whoa, that seemed like a lot. But I figured I was safe. I knew that Mistress wouldn’t harm me or scar me. I did know that she wanted to make me feel her power over me. And I wanted to feel it, too.

"Get in to the spare bedroom and lie across it facing the headboard with your arms and legs spread to the corners. I’ll be in shortly."

I got up and went into the bedroom, being careful not to raise my head. All the while, I couldn’t help staring at my still hard erection. All I could tell Mistress was wearing was black stilettos. I didn’t dare look any further. I didn’t want to blow this opportunity. No way. When I made it to the bed, I saw some soft ropes tied to each bedpost. I knew what they were for, so I lay down on my stomach with my hands and feet near the ropes.

"There’s a sleeping mask in the top drawer of the nightstand. Put it on," she called out from the kitchen. I did as I was told and suddenly my other senses became more acute; sound, smell, touch.

Eventually, Mistress returned. I heard the footsteps slowly carry Her to the edge of the bed.