Third Domination - Sex Stories

Third Domination

This is inspired by a real life experience, meeting my mistress. She asked me to write about our meeting and so I did. Third Domination The evening is getting darker and the first drops of rain hit the car windows as I arrive and park my car in front of the house. I glance at the clock, it is still seven minutes to the agreed time. Turning off the ignition, silence suddenly seems overwhelming and as the car lights turn automatically off after a minute, I am left sitting in the darkness, waiting. The wait is almost over. It has been a few months since my last visit here, and after asking two weeks ago if my mistress would have time to have me visit again, it has been really hard trying to contain myself, especially in the last few days. I was instructed not to masturbate or even watch porn for 5 days before the meeting. My balls feel like they are ready to explode. Breathing out in the silence I look at the house. Or it isn’t really a house, more like a modern version of a manor. It is still partially unfinished, with multiple wings, basement, and terraces to all different directions. It looks like a house of a millionaire. The house would not look out of place in a high-end suburb. But here, out in the countryside, it does look a little odd. The nearest neighboring houses are few hundred meters away, and nobody can see the house or the parking lot. Which makes sense, really, it gives the guests here total privacy. In the gathering dusk, the only lights from the house are the ...

... outside lights next to the path leading to the front door. The path that takes me to my third session with my mistress. My first time trying S&M sex and being dominated by a real domina was learning. Learning how to behave, learning what I like and what I didn’t like. I discovered I didn’t really like too much pain, but the rest of the experience was addictive. Since then I tried to visit other dominas, but nobody else got anywhere near to what my mistress achieved with me. So I went back for the second session. Which was either the best thing that happened to me or my worst mistake. Because I realized that I want more. Much more. It is almost time. I sigh, the butterflies in my stomach twirling more and more each second as the moment I have been waiting for last few months is closer and closer. Time to go. Walking the path to the front door I feel the small drizzle on my face. Cold. The dark autumn seems a much more suitable time to visit here than the last time in the summer heat. Darkness, blackness, is somehow the color I associate with meeting my mistress. Maybe it is the outfits that she likes to wear, all black leather, or then the decoration in the house, black granite tiled floor and the dimmed lights everywhere. Yet, this darkness has been the thing that I have been craving these past months. Dark desires. I smile a nervous smile. I am at the front door. Checking the time from my phone, I notice it is still 30 seconds to go. My mistress wants me to be very punctual, ...