Cindy and Mistress Ivy Go to New York Part 2

Here is Part 2 of the story written by cindy-in-lace. Make sure to read Cindy and Mistress Ivy Go to New York Part 1 when you get a chance!

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I was working in a full service spa and salon in Albuquerque when she came in. I was working my way up and was well out of the closet wearing sexy clothing daily to work. But I am not gay, and when she came in for the first time I fell head over heels in lust for her. I did her nails that day, and she talked with me like the sissy clothing was nothing. Then she told me what she did and I loved her all the more. But what I remember most was kneeling before her the very first time getting ready to do her toenails and peeking up her skirt to see a sexy pair. She saw that I was looking and I think she moved slightly to give me a better view. This was the first time I did her nails and we talked the whole afternoon as she gave me better and better views up her skirt. It was the sexiest interaction I had ever experienced and after she left–

I went straight to the bathroom and masturbated

The next day I looked up the web site “masturbationfascination.com“. My heart beating out of my chest I called her. I still remember that first call….”Hello”…”Hello, Ms Ivy, this is Cindy”…”Oh my god..C-indy, with emphasis on the C, from the salon?”…”yes it’s me”….we just talked, and yes, she did ask me if I liked the panties she was wearing. She was wonderfully funny and sexy and teasing. We talked a few more times and she became my confidant, keeper of my secrets. Then one day she asked me for a favor. Knowing I lived there she said she needed to move some heavy stuff and would I help. I came to her house and helped her out and when we were done, she came out and asked if I had ever worn a collar. I said no, but was not opposed to it. She placed the collar around my neck, the silver chain hanging freely and lowered my VS yoga pants and took my cock in her masterful hand. She stroked my cock like it was her’s and she began to tell me it was her’s. She sat me down, holding my leash taught and stroked my cock until it I screamed that I was cumming!  At which point she put a shot glass over the tip of my cock and grasped my balls. Cum dribbled down my shaft as she held the glass tight to the tip. She said, this is my cock now, you stroke when I say you can, you cum when and if I say you can, and you will do what I ask, when I ask…now bow before your mistress and thank her as she pulled on the chain.

I kneeled on the plush rug, lowered my head to her feet and said “thank you Ms Ivy, your wish is my command”.

Still holding the chain taught, she placed her booted foot on my head, the sharp stiletto sticking painfully into my forehead and said, in the most loving way, “good girl Cindy, now you may go home. Tonight has been hard on you little one, so you may masturbate to me tonight, but I want to talk to you tomorrow, remember your cock is mine now”.  And so started my long road of loving servitude to my queen and I regret not a second of it. I adore her in every way imaginable, and to simply be in her presence fulfills me.

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Come back and visit on Tuesday for the Continuation…