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Posted by: admin in Serious MistressI’ve long been an admirer of your blog. For years, whenever I’d pick up a new post at the newsstand, I’d get a little thrill, slightly embarrassed that other customers might see what I was buying and know that I’d soon have my shorts around my ankles, your latest issue in one hand and my cock in the other. In truth, I knew that no one was likely paying the slightest attention to my purchase, but in my fantasies the other customers could see right through me.
Last month, reality collided with my fantasy in a way I never expected.
It had been a late night at the office and I was just entering the news parlor in the lobby of my building as the clerk was getting ready to close up. She looked up at me as I entered. She wore a name tag that read Ariane and an expression that said “It’s been a long day, don’t make me stay here past 9 p.m.”
I had probably seen Ariane 25 times before, but somehow I was just noticing her for the first time. She wore a tight sweater that showed off big, firm breasts - around a 36D, I was guessing. She had on a short skirt that showed off long beautiful legs and a high, round, tight little bottom. I thought I felt her eyes burning a hole in my back when I entered the “adult” magazine section.
I hurried to make a selection, choosing the latest Variations and then picking up the day’s newspaper to cover it. I returned to the front of the store and self-consciously plopped my purchases onto the counter, feeling the color rise in my cheeks as Ariane picked up your magazine to find its cover price.
“So, do you read this stuff for the articles,” she asked with a smirk, “or the pictures?”
“A little of both,” I answered with a catch in my voice. I had never been asked anything like that by a clerk before. I was taken aback, and doubly so when Ariane slowly, deliberately ran her tongue over her lips as I shifted from foot to foot.
“Omigod,” I thought, “I’m getting a hard-on from this. Please, please don’t notice.”
Too late.
“It looks to me as if you’re getting ahead of yourself there, Ace,” she said with a laugh. “If a little innocent flirtation has this effect on you, I’ll bet you’re quite a sight once you get to reading your little smut mag.”
I was humiliated, but I was also aroused. I didn’t know what to say in response. Fortunately, Ariane had seen all the response she needed.
After she took my cash, rang up my purchases and handed me my change she said, “You just wait here while I lock up.”
I stood fixed to my little spot in front of her register. As she brushed past she gave my ass a little squeeze and leered “This is going to be fun.”
I was literally trembling.
I could hear her exchanging pleasantries with the woman at the 24-hour desk in the lobby. But the next thing I knew, she had pulled a shade down at the front door, stepped out into the lobby, and locked me inside!
I stood there shell-shocked, not knowing what to do. I had visions of being stuck there overnight. I supposed I could bang on the front door until the woman at the lobby desk rescued me, but I was pretty flustered and couldn’t quite figure out how I would explain what I was doing in there.
My worrying was for naught because almost immediately I heard rustling from the back storage area of the store. There was a back entrance. The little minx had left me hanging just to keep me off balance. It was working.
With the shade pulled, the store was entirely private. When Ariane returned she was all business.
“O.K. Ace, lets see your package.”
“Huh?” I muttered, but I understood what she meant.
“I want you to drop those trousers and do it now,” she said, with a bit of menace in her voice. “You’re obviously turned on, so quit playing dumb. If you do what I say,” and at this her voice softened, “you’ll do just fine.”
I knew I was in too deep to back out, and I didn’t really want to anyway. I bent over and took off my shoes, then unbuckled my pants and pulled them off. My dick was straining at the fabric of my underwear. I stood there in my socks, shorts and shirt, my face beet-red.
“The undies too, Ace,” Ariane grinned. Off they came. My prick stood its full length, bobbing lewdly.
Ariane walked over, with my magazine in her hand. She stroked my cock for a second and then took my balls in her hand. She squeezed. It hurt good.
“Look here, there’s already cum on the head of your dick. Have you ever tasted your own cum, Ace?” she asked.
I shook my head no.
She ran her fingers lightly over my shaft and then one finger over the head of my dick. She brought it to my lips. By now there was nothing I wouldn’t do to extend the scene. I took my first halting taste of my own cum, and then sucked her finger greedily.
“Now you’re getting into it, good boy,” she murmured. “Now its time for some real fun. Flip through this magazine and find me a story about a male submissive. I’m sure you’ve read enough of this trash to find one quickly.”
I don’t know how she’d pegged me but she had asked me to look for exactly the stories I usually jerk off to. I quickly turned to a female domination section, briefly saying a prayer of thanks that there was such a section in this issue. The feature story was illustrated with pictures of a classic domme in leather and a submissive in an elaborate restraint and harness.
“Now I want you to read that story to me out loud while you stroke yourself. Listen carefully to me, because I want a real show. Don’t you dare cum too fast. If you do, or if you don’t obey my orders promptly, I’ll give you a spanking you’ll not soon forget.” The twinkle in her eye told me I was liable to be getting that spanking before too long regardless.
I started reading and stroking. It was hard to concentrate but I wanted to please Ariane, so I restrained myself from stroking too fast. A string of precum dangled from my cockhead and eventually hit the linoleum beneath me.
“Well, I can see you’re getting too excited. Stop stroking. Now!” she ordered.
It felt so good that it was hard to stop. After five or six strokes I got myself under control. Not fast enough.
“You need better discipline, Ace. Get your sweet ass over here.”
By now, Ariane was sitting in a straight back, armless chair. I’d never been spanked before as a part of sex play, but I was so turned on by now that nothing could faze me. I draped myself over her lap and she proceeded to turn my ass bright red by enthusiastically slapping one cheek and then the other, never in a rhythm I could anticipate and none to lightly, either.
The heat of my ass cheeks was translating into still greater arousal. She must have felt this because she picked up the pace. As I squirmed, my dick rubbed against her bare thighs. Finally I couldn’t hold out any more. I shot a huge load of cum across her creamy thighs.
As soon as I was done, Ariane started purring. “Oooh, that was really hot, Ace. But you’ve made a mess. You’d better clean it up now if you don’t want that ass to sprout blisters.”
I scrambled down to my knees and licked her thighs clean. I couldn’t look her in the face afterward, I was so humiliated, but we both knew I loved it.
She told me to get dressed and follow her to the back door. There she ushered me out with one last swat at my still-tender ass.
“C’mon back when next month’s issue comes out, baby,” Ariane cooed. “Maybe you’ll get lucky again.”
I’ve been counting the days ever since.
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