To the Master's Mansion

I followed the new couple into the lot, watching them disappear when they pulled out. I raced to my car and ignited the engine, racing to my destination, following the directions given. I tried looking for Brad’s car as I sped along the highway and the back streets. I reached the darkened, spacious house, apparently ahead of Brad and Nicole, wondering what had happened to them. I parked around back as instructed and knocked on the back door. I was dumbfounded and astonished to be greeted by a tall, statuesque red-haired beauty. “Hello. Master called ahead, and told me to expect you. Come on in.” She propped open the door with her long arm, gesturing for me to walk by her to make entry.

It was impossible to walk by the beautiful raven without brushing against her rather ample tits, clad in a leather black bra, at least two sizes too small. It was likewise impossible for me not to stare. Her face glowed with radiance as mine filled with shame for such obvious ogling. The pliable flesh of her breasts was spilling out and over the leather digging painfully into her skin. Her long arms were encased in black leather gloves that clung to her skin, all the way past her elbows. The fingers of the gloves were cut out, exposing the finely painted fingernails in bright red. What really gave me a raging hard on though was the thong G-string, topped with a leather garter, complete with straps that latched onto a pair of finely shaped legs, encased in black fishnet. It was if the stockings were painted onto her legs, all the way down to her feet, molded into a pair of six inch stiletto heels. The contrast of her pale skin behind the black clothing, and fiery red hair, made her teasingly irresistible. I continued staring … ogling over the beautiful specimen, until she interrupted.

“Follow me. Master said to make sure you were comfortable. Is there anything I could get for you?” Her voice was extremely young sounding, but her body was very womanly. Her swaying hips mesmerized me as she turned to walk. I then salivated at the luscious globes of her ass, jiggling up and down as she walked out of the back room, motioning for me to follow. I followed her out of the back patio area and into the kitchen, where she stopped at the refrigerator. She opened the door and bent in half, sticking her ass out, almost begging me to take her from behind. The thought definitely crossed my mind, only abated by the knowledge that Brad and Nicole would soon be arriving. She stood upright, holding a can of cold beer, popped the top and handed it to me. I’m sure you could use this,” she said putting the beer into my hand. I nodded dumbly, following her once more as she turned and headed out of the kitchen. We walked through a very spacious and well furnished living room area, where I had expected to sit and wait.

My escort waved me along, telling me to continue following her down a hallway, and then through a doorway. Once past the door, we both descended the stairs into what I assumed to be the basement. However, at the bottom of the steps were two doors; a black door was directly in front of me, and a red one to my right. My nameless escort stopped and turned her back to the black door, and waved her left arm to the red one. “Please make yourself comfortable.

“What’s in there,” I inquired, not wanting any surprises. I knew what Brad had planned, but, he had never mentioned this ravenous hostess, and I grew concerned as to what other surprises he had in store for me.

She didn’t move from her position, and matter of factly stated, “I don’t know, I am not permitted in there.” She lowered her hand, and then her head. “That room is for Master and Master’s guests. I am only permitted in this room.” She knocked on the black door. “Please help yourself to anything in there. You will find plenty to entertain you until Master arrives. If you need anything…” She traced her hand along my chest, making my heart skip a beat, stopping just above my navel. “… just page me over the intercom.”