It s difficult to describe how excited mike felt each time he got just a block from Mistress Marquesa\’s home. As instructed, he always called Her on his cell phone from the airport as soon as he got off the plane and barked into it. It was a quick phone call he identified himself with the bark and She instructed him he had just 20 minutes to call Her from the pay phone near Her home.

As he left the terminal he told himself, like so many times before, that this was the last time. he would go through with it this time because he was already here but never again. No matter how many times he served at the beautiful, sexy, regal feet of Mistress Marquesa he never got used to it. he always felt an indescribable mix of anxiety, fear, nervousness, guilt, butterflies, but most prominently, excitement . . . most certainly, excitement where it counts most!

The phone rang. The Mistress answered, Hello.

It was only one word but when he heard it he felt that twitch between his legs.

Woof, woof, woof, he barked. God, how silly he felt here on the street corner barking into a pay phone.

Excuse Me. I m not sure I heard you slave boy. There s a lot of noise so you ll have to bark louder for Me. She smiled to herself as She thought of how easy it was to toy with Her slaves.
WOOF, WOOF, WOOF! this time it was so loud that mike thought people could probably hear him all the way across the busy street.

Oh, tsk, tsk. you can do better than that slave boy. I can barely hear you. Is that any way to greet your Mistress? I ll give you one more chance before I hang up. Now be a good boy and bark for your Mistress like you mean it!

WOOF!! WOOF!! WOOF!! mike was now sure the people across the street heard him. Not only the people passing him but those across the street had stopped and turned to see what the noise was as they walked down the block.

That s better slave boy. you should always greet Me so enthusiastically. Now listen closely. I want you to quickly walk down the block and when you get to My door, knock three times. I want you on your knees at My doorstep waiting patiently for Me. Is that understood slave boy?

Yes Mistress.

Good. Now hurry up and get your slave ass down here.
She hung up the phone and mike thought he was going to hyperventilate.

As instructed, he knocked on the door and then respectfully took his place on his knees to wait for his Mistress to open the door. After a couple of minutes the door opened slowly with Mistress Marquesa standing behind it. mike crawled in and as the door closed behind him, he found himself on his knees at the feet of his Glorious Mistress Marquesa.

Hello slave, She said as She put Her right foot forward.
mike knew what to do. he lowered his head and gently placed a kiss at the tip of his Mistress shiny black leather stiletto pump. he repeated the act for Her left foot and then greeted Her. Good afternoon, Mistress.

you may look up slave, She said.

mike looked up and was sure She could hear the slightly audible gasp he automatically took the moment he laid eyes on Her. She was wearing his favorite black cat suit that fit Her like a second skin. It zippered up the front just to tease him of the possibilities that would never happen.

It really wasn t that revealing when it came to showing skin but he doubted there was any sexier sight in the world. The cat suit molded down Her perfectly tapered legs to Her sexy ankles and erotic feet. Her ass never looked more perfect than when it was accentuated by this sexy suit.

And Her tits! Mistress Marquesa s perfect, glorious breasts! mike s eyes were glued. And it was just the effect Mistress wanted to create such a vision of beauty and desire that a slave s mind went blank and was immediately absorbed in lust. It was the perfect mental state with which to further mold Her compliant male slaves.

She had learned this at a very young age. When She was a teenager She always dated upperclassmen in Her high school who thought She would just be another naive freshman or sophomore. Usually it was far too late and they were long under Her spell by the time they realized how easily She manipulated them and how it was they who longed to perform for Her. By the time She was an upperclassman, She had moved on to professors at Her own high school and well-known college athletes. She quickly learned that no man could escape Her once She set Her mind to it. After college it was on to the professional world where Her long line of willing slaves included lawyers, doctors, bank presidents, CEOs and professional athletes.

And here was little mikie, raging with lust and blankly staring at the ultimate object of his desire.

Follow Me slave! She commanded.

And of course mike obediently crawled behind his Mistress. Mistress Marquesa had recently discovered mike s affinity for Her panties and She planned to exploit this fetish/weakness to further enslave him to depths previously unknown to him.
he had been somewhat rebellious during his early training. But Mistress, being ever compassionate and always with the long term in mind, had been more than patient with him. he presented a bit of a challenge but a challenge where She knew She had the upper hand.

She noticed that his resistance diminished slightly each time She saw him. She knew it would take a while for him to fully and freely give himself. She also didn t want to push too hard because She knew that once he fell it would be like a damn bursting and that he would throw himself into Her service. She received a quiet, confident satisfaction witnessing his slow submission.

As they entered Her room, Mistress began her instructions. Take off your clothes, fold them, and place them neatly in the corner. I am sure you have already noticed and are quite excited to see a pair of My black panties spread out on the bed. I m displaying what a kind Mistress I can be, slave boy. Those are a treat for you.

Thank You Mistress.

Once you have taken off your clothes and placed them in the corner I want you to put the panties over your face and kneel here patiently for Me. I want you to smell Me and think of serving Me. But . . . there is one catch. I want to see how much self control you have. I guess you could call this a test. you see, I still think you re just a horny little panty slut who wants to get his jollies sniffing My sexy panties. I don t need that. I want a slave who can listen, obey and satisfy Me. If you are going to serve me properly, you have to learn to put your wants and desires aside for Mine. My desires are all that matter. Is that understood, slave boy?

Yes Mistress.

We shall see. As you kneel here thinking of how hot I make you and how you are willing to serve Me knowing you can t escape Me or My sexy, musky scent you are not permitted to get a hard-on. I know you want to but I don t want you to. I want to see if you can put your silly little male libido on the back burner to please Your Mistress. If that little thing isn t nice and soft as I have instructed I ll be forced to punish you for not obeying Me. I will beat it severly with My crop. You do want to please Me, don t you slave boy?

Yes Mistress.

Assume your position. I ll return in a few minutes.
mike did as he was told and had absolutely no hope of getting himself to go soft. As he smelled his Glorious Mistress, as he thought of how he loved serving Her, as he thought of how serving Her had become more exciting and more pleasurable than regular sex, as he thought of Her incredibly sexy cat suit, he not only couldn t get himself soft . . . he was probably harder than he had been in months! he didn t have a chance.
When Mistress returned She smiled slyly. She knew all along he would fail. No mere male could fight the lust that overwhelms them in the presence of Mistress Marquesa. mike was delirious with lust and would be lucky to tell what day it was and where he was.

Mistress Marquesa had skillfully thought of this test as a ruse to get Her slaves in the proper slave frame of mind. Her slaves failure rate for this test was 100%! But She knew that once subjected to such an onslaught of sexual stimuli they would be less than putty in Her lovely hands. When everything the slave sees, hears, smells and feels is a reminder of Her incredible beauty, sexy voice, erotic aroma and enticing touch, he becomes a mass of quivering jelly incapable of independent thought.
Mistress thought of how deliciously humiliating it would be to punish him by giving him ten lashes with Her riding crop and making him bark to thank Her while counting off each stinging lash. She knew he would eagerly comply and actually find indescribable pleasure in receiving the pain She inflicted upon his repentant flesh. he was a lucky slave indeed . . . !