Three Days In Atlanta

Three Days In Atlanta

Jimmy

Introduction:

It started like so many 3-day business seminars. The host introduced herself, materials were distributed, and then each participant was asked to introduce themselves. Of the 15 attendees only two seemed to standout to me. The first was Silva a mother of 3 teenagers who lives in Springfield, Illinois. I estimated her to be in her mid-40's. At 5'7" she was of average build and wearing glasses. She was attractive but not what you would consider a knock-out. The second woman who seemed to have a magnetic personality was a divorced mother with grown children from Atlanta. Her name was Cynthia. She was not terribly attractive and slightly over weight but she caught my attention. It was like a moth being drawn to a flame. I had no explanation for that attraction. The training began.

The day ended at 5:30 with a homework assignment and headache. I decided to head for the hotel bar for a drink before figuring out dinner and then off to my room for some study and TV. There was a NBA game later so that would complete the evening.

While neither Silvia, Cynthia nor I had done much more than exchange the usual small talk during the break, when I got to the lounge Silva was sitting at a table. I asked if I could join her. Soon Cynthia strolled into the lounge and asked to join us. Over the next 2 hours we talked about business, hobbies, sports, and finally the conversation got around to personal things. During the evening I had this strange feeling that Cynthia was in control of the conversation and direction while Silva and I followed her lead. She seemed to take control.

After Silva share about her family she seemed to confess that she had lead a boring life and didn't have much of an opportunity to experience life. Her husband traveled and left her alone.

As a recently divorced man I was struggling to find what life was all about. Like Silva I had not really experienced all that life had to offer. While not necessarily conscience of my desires, I had a secret driving me. One that I fought from time-to-time but one I wanted to experience.

Cynthia wanted both Silva and I to call her Cyn. She said it made her feel closer to people and more relaxes. She shared that she had been raised in a strict house and later married a minister. He had expected her to do all of the "minister's wife things". After her last child reached age 18 she had had enough. "Bullshit---I was living a life of bullshit. No more." She got a divorce, purchased a small house in Buckhead, one of Atlanta's trendy and expensive neighborhoods, and started to explore her passions.

Cyn shared how she had searched for true liberation of her mind, body, and spirit. She found a group called PEP (People Exchanging Power) and started to attend their meetings and scenes. As she described some of her experiences I noticed that Silva seemed to be getting excited. She had apparently only heard rumors of such activities. She became increasingly interested and asked questions. As a I listened out of the blue I experienced an erection. The kind of which I hadn't experienced since I was a teenager. It made both uncomfortable and embarrassed. All I could thing about was how lucky I was to have a table between me and the women. At about 10:00 PM Cyn said that she had to go to her room and get ready for tomorrow. Thank goodness in a few minutes Silva left for her room. That left me with the bill and a the worst hard on (if you can call a hard on a problem). After a few minutes I was able to compose myself and head-up to my room.

Once inside the door I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Standing naked in front of the mirror admiring my naked body I started rubbing my cock. It grew and as the pleasures of masturbation over came me I could only imagine myself in Cyn's presences performing for her. Then the explosion of passion over came me. The cum seemed to just keep coming.

Chapter 1: Dinner In Buckhead

The next morning Cyn joined me for breakfast before the start of class. In a few minutes Silva also joined our small group. Just before going into the classroom Cyn said, "Why don't both of you join me for dinner in Atlanta tonight. It will be a change of pace and the food will be much better." I agreed but Silva had to meet an old college roommate for dinner but would hoped that there might be another opportunity. Cyn quickly assured her that there would be.

The class drug-on all day. At 4:00 PM Cyn asked me if we could play hooky. I agreed. Leaving in her car we drove into Atlanta and into the Buckhead district. Before going to dinner she wanted to stop by her house for a few minutes and a enjoy a glass of wine. Sounded good to me. Her home was small but very nicely decorated. Inside she gave me a glass of wine followed by a tour of the house. While the living room was nice nothing special.

We got to the den. Cyn said, "You are entering my second favorite room and just being in it excites me". That seemed a bit strange but once the door opened I was quickly overtaken. The walls were covered with pictures of partially and totally naked men and women. Some were kneeling other tied to tables, and strange furniture, others were apparently begging Cyn. Cyn was in some of the pictures wearing leather clothing and looking as if she was in complete control.

"Jim, ever seen pictures like these?" I said no and acted shocked, however my erection was a dead give away. "This is my freedom room. Everyone in here entered and released all of the problems, cares, and inhibitions and gave them to me. I took full control and all they had to do was obey me. This is truly a liberating experience. Have you ever tried it?"

I didn't know what to say. Yes, I had rented some porno movies and read some magazines but I had never done anything like this. "No was my quick reply".

"Your bulging cock is giving you away Jim."

Cyn's words and tone became more assertive and in control. I wanted to run out but I wanted to stay more. I could only respond by saying, "You noticed!"

"Yes I did Jim. Many of the men who first come to me really are confused and aren't sure whether to run away or stay. I'm going to make you an offer to which you have the full and complete decision. Okay?" I just stood there.

"You can surrender to me and let me free you from your frustrations and limitations by simply obeying my orders or you can simply go to the front door, we'll go to dinner and forget we ever had this talk. Okay?"

Part of me wanted to run but the urge to stay was too strong. I replied, "Okay, I want to learn more."

Cyn slowly and thoughtfully replied, "Okay Jim, but remember you can change your mind and walk out at any time. From this point on you will simply address me as Mistress and I will address you as jimmy. Do you understand?" I nodded.

"No, that is not the respectful response jimmy. You must say yes Mistress." It sounded strange and silly but after a moment I replied, "Yes Mistress".

"Now the first thing you must learn is that I do not like people in my den wearing clothes. You are to strip for me. Do you understand?" The tone of her voice now had hardened but had the same commanding sense that I had experienced the day before."

I replied, "Yes Mistress but do you want me undress in front of you?"

Mistress replied, "Enough of this bullshit either start undressing—by the way jimmy you can no longer undress you must strip for me and now---or we'll just leave and go back to the hotel as if nothing had happened. Now either strip or get out of here."

She was now in command and I willing started to remove my clothes. My shirt, pants, shoes quickly were removed and place in a chair. Down to my boxers my erection forced my cock through the fly. Cyn said, "Little jimmy has a big problem doesn't he? Well …"

I didn't know how to respond. Mistress quickly responded---jimmy the only answer is yes Mistress. Now get those damn boxers off before I cut them off."

A sudden rush of embarrassment, shame, and excitement over came me. How silly I must look and how submissive I was feeling as this 50's, slightly over-weight woman had taken control of me.

"jimmy, you're too slow. A sudden order came, put you hands on you head." Standing there wearing only my boxers, my cock fully extended and no way to complete Mistress' order was humiliating".

A pair of scissors suddenly appeared from a corner of the room. "jimmy, you must learn to quickly obey me. When I order a boy like you to be naked I mean here and now," With that she cut both sides of my boxers until they fell away leaving totally naked and fully under her control.

"Now every little boy of mine must be thoroughly inspected." Without further word Mistress started to closely examining my entire body. Starting at the back of my neck her hands slowly moved across every inch of my back. My excitement grew. Slowly and methodically she moved down the backside of my body. Upon reaching my ass she gave me two orders.

"jimmy bend over across the desk." I apparently was moving too slow for Mistress because she gave me a slap on the ass with what felt like a paddle. The second order was more embarrassing. "Spread your cheeks so that I can examine you closely". This really wasn't anything I had ever imagined. I slowly moved to obey the order.

"jimmy, you're not obeying me. You know what happens to little boys that do not obey their Mistress---they are punished."

I quickly spread my cheeks exposing my ass. No one, let alone a woman, had ever done this to me. Feeling to and completely exposed, the rush of embarrassment and humiliation over came me. At the same time I had a spontaneous ejaculation. This was the first time in my life I had ever experienced such a rush.

"jimmy, bad boy. Did you have permission to relieve yourself? There will be consequences. Now turn around."

As I slowly turned around the total humiliation of having stiff cock covered with cum caused my knees to be weak.

"Not good jimmy. You're just an uncontrollable boy that needs to be taught a lesson. Hold your hands straight in front of you." Without thinking I said, "yes Mistress" and quickly followed instructions.

Within a minute both hands were in large leather mittens locked together so that I could not use my hands. I was then lead naked to a corner of the room and my hands fastened to a hook in the wall.

"jimmy you have not obeyed me tonight and you must be taught a lesson. It is time for me to be a good Mistress and teach you discipline"

With that I was ordered to face the corner. Mistress then rubbed my ass and then moved to my cock. She massaged my enlarged member just to the point of release.

"jimmy do not cum under any circumstances."

Mistress left the den leaving to stand naked, immobile, and helpless in a corner with a terrible erection that I couldn't relieve. In a minute or two my legs started rub my cock in a slow but increasingly exciting manner--- a sense of excitement and pleasure started to over come. But before sweet relief Mistress suddenly appeared.

"jimmy—stop rubbing your legs against your cock. You were told not to cum." With that she slapped my ass several times. Then I felt a bar placed between my ankles spreading my legs apart so that they could not touch my throbbing cock. I was becoming over come with the pleasure and pain of not being able to relieve myself.

"Now that should hold you until I'm ready for you."

Time passed slowly. Then Mistress returned.

"Now jimmy it's time for you to pay for your disobedience>" Without another word Mistress released the bar spreading my legs apart. Pulled the leather mittens off the hook.

"Turn around was then ordered." Without a word Mistress grabbed my stiff cock and pulled me forward like a dog on a leash.

You are now going to enter a very special place. You will enter it a disobedient boy and leave my perfect slave. Without further comment I was pulled into dark room with a number of strange devices.

In the center of the room was a strange chair. It had a large metal frame the extended 4 feet into the air. The seat was small and seemed to be in a strange angle. Without comment Mistress took me to the chair ordered me to sit. Then my ankles were shackled to the base of the chair. My arms then pulled up and fastened to the overhead rack. I was completely vulnerable and totally exposed. Nothing was hidden from view.

It was only in this state of helpless that I notices Mistress was wearing a black leather bra, black leather mini skirt, boots, and what appeared to be tee-back panties.

"All little boys must first learn that Mistress owns everything they have. Their mouth, nipples, balls, cock, and ass. They belong to me no questions asked. Do you understand?"

After a second or two I responded, "Yes Mistress".

Good was her reply. Without further word she again grabbed my erect cock and began stroking it. A new wave of pleasure started to take me. Suddenly, I felt my balls being squeezed and sharp finger nails digging in without mercy. The pain was terrible but seemed to heighten my excitement. I wanted to cum but Mistress kept me on that edge. It seemed like hours I suffered the pain and pleasure. I wanted more.

"jimmy, who does your ass belong to?" I didn't know how to respond.

Again more insistent Mistress asked, "Who does you ass belong to??"

After a minute of silence I finally responded, "You Mistress."

"Good answer then that means I can use it any way that pleases me." The strange chair not only spread my cheeks but also made my asshole totally exposed and open. There would be no way for me to resist.

Suddenly I felt a cool substance against my anus.

"Have you ever had a woman fuck you in the ass? Well, let's hope not because I want to be the first."

Without any further comment I felt something small and getting larger gently pushed into my ass. It burned, it felt warm, it felt good. I suddenly experienced a state of almost overwhelming excitement that I had never experienced.

"jimmy, is Mistress the first person to fuck you ass?" Humiliated to the point of being almost able to speak it eventually whispered, "Yes Mistress".

"That's good jimmy, I want you to always remember this moment when I took absolute and complete control of you. You are my personal slave and will do anything and everything I tell you to do without question. If you are good, Mistress will fuck you if you are bad I will punish you. Now, jimmy you have permission to cum."

Unable to hold it any longer the white, thick juice of passion came from within me. It seemed it would never end. Exhausted I collapsed hanging in the strange chair.

Twenty minutes later I awoke lying naked on the floor. Cynthia had changed back into the clothes she worn to class that day. Jimmy get up and get dressed we need to get back to the hotel. I quickly dressed and we left the house. Upon getting into the car Cyn said, "Jim, I've invited Silva to join us for dinner tomorrow night and it will be an evening to remember. Please be ready by 5:00. Do you have any question?"

We drove the rest of the way to hotel exchanging small talk about class, and where the best places to eat in Atlanta could be found. A strange ending to my introduction to Mistress.

Chapter 2 Silva's Liberation