Young Mistress : Old Sub - Chapter One - Sex Stories

Young Mistress : Old Sub - Chapter One

Carrie was eighteen, and the most shy girl I had ever known, but also behind that shyness, as kinky and dirty as anyone I had chatted to. For the last few months she had been coming out of her shell more to me online, and had become my Mistress. We were now due to meet for the first time. It was not the first time we had been due to meet, but the previous times her nerves had got the better of her, this time I had arranged things so that hopefully she would not back out. I was not sure what it was about her that had me so hooked, but I was. I had a real need for her, a craving to be the one who was there when her perverse thoughts became reality. At forty years old, I also craved the humiliation of serving a Mistress young enough to be my daughter. When we had first started chatting online, it had taken some time for her to open up about the thoughts she had in her head, of the fantasies and fetishes she had, but once the ice was broken and she was more comfortable, she had really started to divulge her secrets. I found myself admitting things to her I had always kept to myself, even to those who had dominated me in the past. My plan for our first meet was to set it up in a way so that we went straight into the domination, and to remove any awkward introductions. I hoped that once she had actually had control of me, she would then be able to relax and become the Domme I knew she truly was. I had booked a holiday cottage in her area from the Friday for a week, and after ...

... having collected the keys, sent her a text telling her how to get herself in and where I and various other things would be. She had replied that she would be there as soon as school finished, and added that she had had a bad day. I had brought a bag with me, containing various toys and objects, some of which she had made me use on myself before, and some of which were new and unused. There were various dildos and vibrators, strap-ons, butt plugs, enema kits, floggers, paddles, nipple clamps, a collar and leash, riding crops, and a few other things such as candles and a wax kit for hair removal which she had specifically asked for. I also had brought my laptop with me as instructed, as I did plan to do some work on some of the days I had the cottage. An hour before I thought she would arrive, I started setting things out and preparing. There was a large table in the kitchen opposite the door through which she would enter. I emptied the contents of the bag onto the table and laid everything out, ready for her to inspect when she arrived. I then went to the bathroom and showered, taking time to ensure I was clean all over. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, my once toned body was now far from it. My flat stomach was now large enough to be called fat, my small cock looked tiny in my bush of pubes, and my arse was bigger than it used to be and now hairy too – sigh. Still, Carrie knew all this; she had inspected me on cam before, much to my embarrassment, and still wanted to ...