Mistress Jon

What a strange experience, Jon thought as he let the hot shower cascade down his body. Not that he was complaining. Far from it. The experience, just like every other experience he'd had in Girl World, had been exceptionally good. He couldn't wait to get home and recommend Girl World to all his friends looking for a vacation.

When he had arrived, Jon had found himself alone in the bedroom, which was fine by him. He busied himself tidying up, making the bed, even stopping to check his hair in the vanity mirror. Then he heard someone clear their throat.

Turning, Jon saw the tall, well-dressed man from downstairs standing in the doorway. Jon pursed his painted lips thoughtfully and rested one hand on his hip. Who exactly was this man? He seemed trustworthy enough. The way he'd taken care of the children earlier. The way he'd promised something special for Jon. The way his eyes were looking up and down Jon's body hungrily. All of it added up to a nice, wholesome, friendly guy. The kind of guy Jon wouldn't mind going out for a beer with, or watching a game with.

Now the something special that the man gave to Jon, that was a bit harder to define. It wasn't really like anything Jon had done before, but the man seemed to enjoy it. First, it involved undressing the man, which was strange, since he had obviously gone to great effort to dress himself up in such a dapper suit. Once the big man was naked, Jon noticed that he seemed uncomfortable, so Jon guided him over to the bed to lay down. Jon might have been a bit rough when he guided him, shoving more than leading, but since the man had told him that they only had a bit of time, he didn't feel that bad. He was just keeping to a tight schedule!

The mattress was high, much higher than the bed Jon had at home. Considering the safety of his new friend, Jon decided to secure him in place. It wouldn't do, after all, to have the man fall off and hurt himself during their something special. Luckily, there were hand-cuffs and ankle-cuffs in place attached to the bed posts (why hadn't Jon noticed those before?). Jon climbed onto the bed and straddled the naked man, pressing his flat chest into the man's face when securing his arms, then turning around and letting his groin rub against the man's face as he secured his ankles.

"Thank-you, Mistress," the man thanked Jon with kindness in his voice. It was nice to feel appreciated.

The man looked cold. Maybe it was the cool steel holding his extremities, maybe it was the fact that he had no clothes on, but he looked freezing. All over his exposed skin, Jon could see goosebumps forming, on his arms, on his stomach, a HUGE one on his groin. Jon felt terrible. He was pretty sure that he was supposed to wait to see what the man had planned, but Jon realized that he was being inconsiderate. Selfish, even! The poor man was suffering while Jon waited for his reward.

Then he had an idea.

Swaying over to the dresser, Jon grabbed a book of matches and lit a purple candle. Its scent was intoxicatingly sweet. Not wanting to play with fire while wearing loose fitting clothing, Jon removed his housedress and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in the black leather bodice he was pleasantly surprised to see himself wearing. What practical clothing! It wouldn't burn, and it was easy to move in!

After the candle had warmed up a bit, Jon carried it over to the man, who was squirming (probably freezing to ****!) and moaning quietly. Jon ran his hands over the man's body, starting with the legs, over his hips, onto his chest, to confirm the man's temperature. The whole time Jon was touching him, the man shivered uncontrollably, moaning even more loudly. Jon felt proud of his diagnosis; the man was obviously on the verge of hypothermia.

Climbing on the bed and once again straddling the man, this time his knees on the man's arms, his panty-clad behind pressing against the man's face. The man groaned in appreciation. Jon smiled, knowing that he was doing good for his new friend. Then, ever so gently, Jon began to pour the melted wax from the candle onto the man's chest, his stomach, and his groin. The man's groaning intensified, and he began to buckle.

Perhaps the heat was too much. Perhaps it was too much of a temperature change. Whatever the case, in something that Jon had never seen before, the huge goosebump on the man's groin began to spurt some sort of fluid. Well, spurt might not have been the right word. Erupt was more like it. Jon soon found himself being sprayed over and over with the fluid, on his bodice, on his exposed chest, in his face. Wave after wave of this hot, sticky fluid hit him, over and over.

Once the eruption stopped, Jon climbed off of the man and unlocked his restraints. The man fell to his knees and kissed Jon's feet.

"Thank-you, Mistress," the man said over and over. Jon allowed the kisses to continue, discharge dripping down onto the back of the man's head.

Jon wasn't entirely clear on whether or not they had ever gotten to the something special the man had planned. Whatever it had been (maybe a board game, or cards), or maybe it was just some alone time with Jon to connect. If that was the case, mission accomplished. Jon felt he'd made a real, true, and honest connection to a new buddy. As Jon washed his body clean from the encounter, he thought back to the image of the man hurriedly dressing and scurrying out the door, mumbling thanks to Jon the entire time, Jon was glad that Girl World was more than just sex (although he was yet to find any of that!). He was making real friends that he felt would last him a lifetime.