Meeting Mistress and Master John

At Mark’s suggestion I wore nothing by a trench coat and high heels on Saturday. I was nervous the entire ride, but also so excited. I was looking forward to trying these new things and seeing where it went.

Mark knocked and only a few moments later the door was opened by an attractive woman wearing a black robe, “Mark good to see you,” she greeted him with an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “And this must be Kimmie, are you looking forward to tonight?” She asked me as she stepped aside and gestured for us to enter.

My heart was pounding as I walked in, “Yes I am,” I said. She looked at me, almost through me then raised her eyebrows, it took me a moment, but I soon realised what she wanted without her having to explain. “Yes Mistress, I am.”

She nodded in satisfaction before sliding her robe off. Beneath she wore very little. A bondage style set of straps and chrome coloured loops. It was very revealing, her breasts, along with her pussy and arse, were virtually uncovered.

I took my trench coat off and stood there a moment while she looked me over. “She is very nice Mark, thankyou for loaning her to us,” she spoke only to him not me. “We are in the parlour today, we will save the basement for if she wishes to go further.”

She turned and walked off leaving Mark and myself to follow. The parlour was not what I had expected, it was not a dark dungeon or any such, it looked very clean and there was a lot of plastic. In fact, it looked more like one of Dexter’s **** rooms then a room for kink.

“The plastic is to make sure it is hygienic, blood born diseases and all that,” Mistress explained.

Inside the room there was already Master John, he was similarly wearing next to nothing, “Mark,” he greeted my boyfriend, “welcome and again thank you. No need to stand on formality, you can strip if you like, I know Mistress has been keen to meet you properly. I will take Kimmie through the necessities and then we can begin.”

Mistress had already reclined in a lounge and Mark took very little time to undress and join her. Once they were engaged in a heavy session of kissing and fondling Master John turned his attention to me. “So I understand you know a little of what it is we do,” I nodded, “Good. I have some paperwork that needs to be signed for legal protection reasons and I will take you through some of our safety stuff. Once that is done we can begin.”

We went thought twenty minutes of paperwork and discussion, where I agreed to participate, understood the safety signals and words and would not sue them for any agreed upon injury. I was kind of surprised at how professional he was.

The entire time he was nice and courteous, did nothing odd or untoward. But as soon as I signed the last page his demeanour changed.

“Good,” he said as he placed a copy of the paperwork into a drawer and locked it. “Now then.”

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)