My cock was pounding with excitement as I drove closer to the city. My mood was not dampened by the weather. A cold rain splattered against the windshield of my coupe as lightning flashed off in the distance. It was one of those nights. You know, it was like the beginning scenes of an old-time horror flick or a mystery on television. The thunder rumbles and the lightning flashes, while the wind howls, blowing the curtains of rain against the dark stone walls of the ivy covered mansion.
The ominous, black-clouded sky was illuminated by brilliant streaks of electricity whipping its way to the ground in a violent multitude of strands like a fiery cat-o'-nine-tails. With each strike, shadows brightened with the ever-deafening roar.
Down through the grey, empty streets, I traveled. There was an absence of life as I approached the large, concrete parking garage. It even resembled one of the haunted places where evil lurked in those gruesome films.
Dark-shadowed castles with blood-chilling dungeons of pain and pleasure captivated my mind. I envisioned its victims cruelly chained within the cold, damp, stone cells, awaiting the whip or cherry red hot irons. Helpless captives, willing Masters, pain-loving Mistresses... Oh God!
It's strange. As I drove closer and closer, I shivered and a cold chill went along my spine. My palms were sweaty. I was excited, yet it was a kind of nervous feeling that consumed me. My cock had steadily grown as large as my snug fitting clothes would allow. It wanted to come to a full erection, pushing and prying against my unmoving, unforgiving underwear. I rubbed my crotch and adjusted my clothing, thus allowing my hungry pecker to reach its fullest potential. Hot blood poured through my engorged shaft. With a mind of its own, my cock was ready for tonight, but was I?
I didn't know what to expect. Was the horrible weather a bad omen? Was tonight going to be just another dead end or an absolute nightmare?
I was looking for the ideal Mistress. Answering ads in magazines had completely drawn blanks. Those who responded were often people into the domination scene who were not really sincere. They were just in it for the money. All they wanted to do was take advantage of the needs of certain individuals and attempt to get rich quick. I didn't mind paying for what I needed, but three or four hundred dollars for a couple dozen cracks on the ass while licking someone's smelly feet is ridiculous.
"I'm sorry, shit head, but your hour's up," was the typical response. "Come back again if you want some more of the same."
That's not what I wanted. That's not what I needed. I had to have far more than that!
In desperation, I finally took out a carefully worded ad in the local newspaper. I got some response but was quickly striking out. Maybe tonight would be different.
After several conversations with her on the phone, I felt down deep that she might be the one I sought. She was looking for a slave. I needed a Mistress who would satisfy me. She knew that I craved both bondage and discipline. Maybe tonight I'd meet someone who cared. I was looking for someone who would take an interest in me, my fetish and my desires. Perhaps this could turn out to be a long relationship of servitude and love. She said that she wanted someone to spend his life serving her with unquestioned devotion and wanted to train him to absolute perfection with both pain and love. Maybe this would be the right thing for both of us. Soon I'd know if she was different than all of the others.
My raging hard-on pounded steadily with the excitement of the upcoming encounter. It was hungry for the strange lust that consumed me and drove me ever onward. The craving for bondage, submission and pain was surging through me like hot, boiling oil.
I approached the dark structure, as another lightning bolt slashed across th