Finally, shoes shined, nails clean and trimmed, his breath freshened by the three brushings and two garglings, he stood at her door—trembling like a school boy on his first date. It was a large white house, in an exclusive area of the city. His bladder felt full, although he knew it couldn't be. He took a deep, shuddering breath and reached for the doorbell. His finger poised over the small white button, he wondered for an instant if he should, if he dared. But, then it was too late; his finger jabbed down, the bell rang, and he jerked his hand to his side.

He waited, scarcely able to get a breath. Would she answer, or leave him standing there like some unwanted relative, ignored, laughed at. He shifted his feet. Sweat trickled down his sides and he willed it to stop.

Footsteps approached from inside. The click, click, click of heels on hardwood got closer. He stopped breathing and waited, eyes fastened on the door knob. It turned and the door swung inward slowly.

"Carl," said the most amazing looking woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Tall, almost as tall as his six feet, she was slender but had curves in all the right places. The full-length, black, leather dress hugged her like a second skin. She'd piled her dark hair on top of her head and her make-up was striking. The wine glass she held was half full of amber liquid. She posed, regally, a hand on the door, a look of disdain on her face.

He shifted nervously again, and replied, "Yes Ma'am, Lady Jasmine, I'm Carl." His voice sounded gruff, as if he hadn't spoken for awhile.

"Last chance," she said sneering at him. "You're sure you want to come in? Now's your last chance to leave. You come in and you obey my rules."

Carl's heart picked up its pace. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing himself. "I'm sure. I can't turn back now."
She stepped aside, allowing him in.

His knees shook, but he made it in without stumbling.

Lady Jasmine remained where she was, forcing him to bend and remove his shoes while trapped very close to her. Her scent intoxicated him—a sweet, musky aroma that made him light-headed. He straightened up, and for a moment, dared to look into the eyes of the woman he'd been dying to meet for as long as he could remember. He wanted to say something, explain how excited he was, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out but air.

She pushed the door closed and turned her back on him. "Follow me, on your hands and knees."

It was now or never, and after an instant of heart-stopping wonder, he dropped to his knees. He crawled forward, incredibly aware of how tight the thong's strap was and now it cut into the crease of his ass—how his cock and balls were squeezed. He eased his knees a little wider apart, and hurried to keep up with is hostess. Her scent thickened and his vision blurred.

He remembered very little after that, until he regained his senses, held tight to the wall.

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