As I was saying... Glad to be here. When I found out about this site I attempted to register, and to my surprise I did in 2019. Age I guess. And who knew everyone would get nostalgic about MF?
Anyway here's an unconventional "sort of a session" that can only happen with a Mistress and a sub who know each other very well, and it occurred last week. Anyone who's read my posts know I have known one Mistress a long time, we've played on and off. I see her exclusively now, she's under the radar not advertising. We are two simpatico people who are into BDSM and fetish and enjoy each other. Am I spoiled? Yes. And it it a pro situation.
Years ago we used to play a bit in semi-public spaces - parks and construction sites on weekends in the early AM. In the past couple of years we started again, and when I helped her move some of her stuff into a storage facility near her home, we've done it there a couple of times, with the door closed and out of security camera range. No loud noises is the main restriction on the fun. On a whim I contacted the Mistress last week saying the next day I had an appointment in her neighborhood. I wanted to know if we could session after I was done. Mistress said yes, and I'd text her when I was coming over to pick her up. I thought the appointment was around 1 pm and I thought I'd be out of there in a half hour or hour. It took more than two hours. I finally called the Mistress and said I wanted to meet her, give my tribute, but I couldn't session. I had to get back home. Mistress said she had to pick up her bike at the storage room, and asked for me to at least drive her there. Of course I said yes.
As I parked waiting for her to come downstairs, to flirt, if nothing else, I zipped open my coat, unbuttoned my shirt (she loves grabbing my chest hair and nipples) and I wore black sunglasses and a black "do rag" to be a bit edgy. I was dressed in black. I parked, she walked over in a black jacket, slacks, mini-boots, no makeup and a black ski cap. Entering the car, she slapped my face, pulled my ear and grabbed my chest hair, eventually saying, "that hair is going to get you into a LOT of trouble." We joked around in the short trip to her space, with me being phony aggressive asking for permission to touch her at red lights and going farther, groping her. She slapped my face, laughed, and complained about the sun in her eyes. I pulled the black ski cap over her eyes and asked, "Better?" while growling. She slapped me again and laughed.
When we parked at the storage room I gave her the tribute for another day, and she said, "I didn't bring my codes for the elevator." But she gave them to me months ago and had it on my phone. I wasn't planning to go upstairs but I joined her. A woman joined us on the elevator and heard Mistress say to me in a calm, authoritative manner, "It's your JOB to bring the codes." You could tell the way we were acting and I guess the way we were dressed, she knew something was going on between us.
When the Mistress and I got off the floor she began quietly making suggestive remarks and I began to growl a bit. The lights go on in the hallways as you walk in the hallways to the room so it was like a movie set. She undid the locks and we went in. Mistress took out the bike. I was in the room, out of hallway camera distance and it hit me. I snapped, extemporaneously opening my coat and took it off along with my shirt at the same time to flex and show off my chest hair. Mistress grabbed my hair and I didn't flinch. She immediately shut the door, turned on her battery operated light for the room and the fun began. She ordered me to strip, slapped my face again and bent me over some boxes and humping my ass furiously as it she was wearing her strap on. She whispered in my ear as she worked me over, "Next time I want you bent over in bed." Eventually she stopped, turned me around and saw how aroused I was. Mistress ordered me to clean a chair in the space, sit down and pleasure myself for her entertainment while she teased me and talked trash.
There was no equipment or other stimuli. One or both of us usually bring some "props" and anything I had was still in the car downstairs. It was the case of two adults who know each other well, what turns them on, and are willing to take chances. After the session, as I got dressed (she was never nude) and straightened up, the Mistress looked into my eyes, grinned sincerely and said, "You were so aggressive today. I didn't expect we'd do it." It was all of about 15, 20 minutes or so, but it was heaven and I thought of it for days.