Teddy Meets Mistress Carmen
I’d like to tell you about an encounter I had a few days ago. I was meeting some friends in a dance club and well, they stood me up. Seems like the designated driver of the bunch got drunk and none of the rest of them wanted to leave the party anyway. So, I was sitting in this club waiting for my friends to show. I’d been there for about an hour and was starting to suspect they weren’t coming. I was nursing my Rum and Coke, thinking about getting up and leaving (I don’t much like dance clubs to start with) when I was approached by this beautiful woman wearing a slinky blue dress with long jet, black hair and large breasts. She walked right up to my table and sat down. I was sort of stunned because I’d never had that sort of thing happen to me before. I mean, she was stunning – the way her black hair contrasted with her ivory skin. And the dress displayed her cleavage enticingly. She also wore silver pendant around her neck that caught the light and reflected it back at me hypnotically.
“I noticed you’re alone.” she said.
“Yeah, looks like my friends pulled a no show.” I replied nervously, my stomach in butterflies. I mean, this was a really beautiful chick and she was obviously interested in me or she wouldn’t have been sitting there.
“I’ve been watching you.” she said softly.
“Uuuh, yeah” I stammered. She’d caught me off guard and I wasn’t really sure what the hell her game was but judging by here seductive tone of voice, she was trying to pick me up. I tried to formulate an intelligent, cool reply but I was just too nervous.
“Why haven’t you been dancing?” she asked looking deeply into my eyes.
“I don’t really like to dance.” I lied. The truth is I’ve never felt comfortable just walking up on the dance floor and starting to dance. And the prospect of approaching a woman at one of these clubs and asking her to dance was absolutely out of the question.
“I don’t like to dance much either.” she said.
“Well why did you come here?” I asked.
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear “I came here for you”.
“I don’t uh, understand…” I said, my voice cracking.
“Sure you do, what’s your name?” she snapped.
“Teddy”
“Teddy, I’m Mistress Carmen and I don’t want you lying to me anymore. It’s okay to be nervous, but don’t lie to me.” she ordered.
“What do you mean?”
“Do I turn you on?” she asked seductively.
“Ye-es” I answered.
“Well let’s get out of here. Come on.” she said standing up and walking toward the exit.
I knew I probably shouldn’t have followed her but I was mesmerized. It was like someone else willed my body to stand up and follow this stranger at her terse command.
When we got out in the parking lot, she finally deemed it appropriate to speak to me again. “I assume since you’re alone that you do have your car here?” she observed more than asked.
“Yes, it’s right over there” I confirmed waving my arm at the rows of cars.
“Good. Go get it and come pick me up here.” she commanded in a voice that brooked no argument.
As we were headed out of the parking lot, I asked her where we were headed.
“We’re going to my place.” she answered. Then she began giving me directions. Not saying a word besides “turn left” or “right here”. As for my part, I was far too dumbstruck by the whole situation to initiate conversation.
After a while we entered a residential neighborhood, make a few turns, and she directed me to stop. She produced a garage door opener from her purse and had me pull into her garage.
She finally turned to look at me. “Is this the first time you’ve ever been picked up, Teddy?” she asked with amusement in her voice.
“Yes.”
“Well you’ll do just fine. Do you know why I chose you at that club?” she intoned seriously.
“No.” I replied.
She was silent for a moment, thinking to herself then said “You know what, Teddy, I believe you. I believe that you are honestly so naive that you don’t yet understand what’s happening here. Come on.” She got out of the car and led me inside.
I followed her into her den and she sat down on a navy blue leather sofa, patting the sofa next to her for me to join her. As soon as I did so, she slid over closer to me, our legs touching and whispered “Now, here are the ground rule, Teddy. Don’t speak unless asked a direct question. And do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand?”
“Yes”
“That’s not quite polite, now is it? When I ask you a question from now on you will respond with ‘yes, ma’am’ or ‘no, ma’am’. Am I making myself perfectly clear?” she asked sternly.
“Yes, ma’am.” I replied lamely.
“Oooh, that’s much, much better.” she purred into my ear, rubbing her breasts against me.
I was getting really turned on by all this. My cock had been rock hard since we’d gotten in the car and by now it was bursting at my pants. As if noticing for the first time, she looked down at my erection. “My, my Teddy, you are turned on.” she stated seductively. “I want you to stand up and take off all of your clothes. Fold them neatly and place them on the sofa where you are now sitting.”
Nervously I stood up and obeyed, my cock standing at attention as I slipped off my pants and underwear. When I’d finished folding my clothes as she requested she directed me to turn around slowly for her.
“Mmm, you have a nice body, Teddy. But you don’t have any marks on you.” she mused.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Teddy, did I ask you a question?” she queried sternly.
“No, ma’am”
“Then why are you talking?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I forgot.”
“Don’t let it happen again, Teddy.” she threatened.
She opened her purse and produced a roll of clear packing tape.
“Turn around and put your hands behind you.” she ordered. She stood behind me and positioned my arms in a hammer lock position. Then she began wrapping the tape around my forearms tightly, binding them together. “Now get down on the floor on your back.”
I did as she ordered.
“Is this the first time you’ve been bound, Teddy?”
“Yes, ma’am”
“She placed the roll of tape on the floor next to my head. Then she slid her dress up and slipped off her panties. They were deep blue, the same color as her dress. Next she straddled my bare chest and began rubbing her cunt against my skin. She was drenched, obviously as turned on by the experience as I was.
“Open your mouth, Teddy.” she said softly.
She balled up her wet panties and stuffed them into my open mouth, I could smell her scent on them and could taste her juice on my tongue.
“Close your mouth.” She grabbed the roll of tape and taped my mouth shut.
“Now, Teddy, I know you can’t and I don’t want you to try. So if I ask you a question, just nod your head ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Do you understand?” she asked.
I nodded “yes”.
“Good, that’s a good boy.”
She got up then and moved down to my feet. “Lift your feet slightly, Teddy” she ordered and began wrapping my ankles together tightly with the tape. “We wouldn’t want you forgetting yourself and kicking me now would we?” she asked.
I nodded “no”.
She replaced the roll of tape in her purse and resumed her position on my chest, looking deep into my eyes.
“Teddy, I am so turned on right now…” she moaned rubbing her pussy against my bare chest again. “And part of it is that you really have no idea. You’re no naive and trusting. That turns me on. You don’t even know me. That turns me on. And now I have you exactly where I want you. And that REALLY turns me.”
She reached down with her left hand and began massaging her pussy. Then she slowly and delicately reached with her right hand and clamped my nose between her thumb and forefinger.
I panicked as my air was cut off. I tried to scream something but nothing came out but muffled sounds. I tried to throw her off but I couldn’t. I tried turning my head back and forth but she held on to my nose tightly. Try as I might there was nothing I could do to stop this beautiful woman from suffocating me. And all the while, she continued to rub her pussy, faster and faster as she watched my ineffective struggles. She was moaning with pleasure as I fought for my life against my restraints. My vision began to blur with the lack of oxygen. I still felt her moving on my chest, but my oxygen starved lungs where so near to bursting that it was hard to focus on anything else but the desire to breath. I felt myself losing consciousness, everything a complete blur, then suddenly she let go of my nose.
I inhaled, the sweet, pure air filling my lungs. After a few breaths, the room came back into focus…I remembered where I was and what was happening. Mistress Carmen was still straddling my chest but her hand was moving more slowly now and her body was quivering. As my full faculties kicked in I realized that this woman was on the tail end of a huge orgasm.
“Oh, Teddy, that was sooo good for me. You’re the best. Do you want to do it again?” she purred.
I began shading my head “no” vigorously.
“Oooh…” she moaned, reaching for my nose again.
I fought her. I tried moving my head quickly back to keep her from getting a grip on my nose.
“Yes, that’s it. I like it when you fight it, Teddy. I like watching you struggle against the inevitable, the expression on your face, the fear in your eyes. I turns me on so much to watch you as I smother you, Teddy.” she said sensuously as she slowly moved her hand over face, as I continued to thrash my head back and forth. “I like the feeling of holding your life between my fingers. Maybe this time I won’t let go.”
Then she grabbed my nose again and started playing with her cunt faster.
I knew struggling wouldn’t accomplish anything except to turn her on more, but it’s hard to think about anything except breathing when it’s denied to you. I fought much as before, afraid for my life, convinced that this woman was going to snuff me. And she just moaned and played with her drenched pussy. Her juices were all over my chest and I felt her sliding back and forth as I fought her. But as before, she held on. All my struggles were in vain. She just continued masturbating as she watched the life drain out of my face, intensely aroused by my discomfort. I began to pass out and as before, just at the edge of unconsciousness, she released my nose.
“Ohhh, Teddy, that was even better than the last time, you’re so erotic when you’re suffocating…you’re the best I’ve ever had.” she said throatily. And immediately she grabbed my nose again.
This went on six or seven more times. She would smother me till I was just at the edge of consciousness then release me. And each time, I truly believed that she wasn’t going to stop. Finally, she had had enough and stood up off of my chest. She produced a small knife out of her purse and cut the tape from my ankles.
“Remember, Teddy, the talking rule still holds.” she said as she pulled the tape from my mouth and removed the panty gag. She had me stand up and cut the tape from my forearms.
“Now get dressed, Teddy.” she ordered.
I hurriedly began clothing myself. Amazingly, my cock was still hard and throbbing. God did this woman turn me on. As I finished dressing, she handed me a small piece of paper with a phone number on it.
“This is my number, Teddy. I want you to call me next Saturday at noon. I have lots of plans for you and I know you’re really aroused by what happened tonight. This week I want you masturbate thinking about me.” she said.
Then she led me to my car and I left.
I still have her number. Today is Wednesday. I’ve been masturbating like crazy thinking about what happened last weekend. Do you think I should call Mistress Carmen? Do you think it’s safe for me to visit her again?
Originally posted 2012-09-29 08:14:37.
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