Sub at First Sight

We met at a small bar downtown. It was mostly empty, save for a few people sitting at the bar watching football, and a few couples occupying booths in some of the more private corners around the building. We had a few drinks before she pulled me out into the alley behind the bar and pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my crotch before kissing me. The door swung shut and we could hear the music pounding distantly behind us, the din of voices vanishing with the thud of the door as it locked in place. She wore black heels and it puzzled me how she managed to balance on them, but the way her ass looked when she walked made me feel weak. Her earrings were golden loops, and there was a silver bracelet around her wrist with a green stone dangling from it. Was I lost, or was I dreaming, I didn't really know, the only think I knew for certain was that I was drawn to her.

There was something about the way she looked, the way the dress hugged her curves, and the way she stood with her foot pointed slightly out that pulled all the right strings and made me want to drop to my knees and profess my undying love for her. She was a Goddess, a Queen, or and Empress, there was nothing she would command that I wouldn't do. When we touched, it send a shiver throughout my body, and when she leaned in and our lips locked the whole world melted away and it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. I rested my hand on the small of her back, and the other went around her shoulders and we kissed for what seemed like hours until she reached between my legs and squeezed my cock. She looked up at me and giggled, and I must have muttered sorry, but that sent her into a fit of laugher and she took my hand and said, "You are adorable."

"No," I replied. "I'm ferocious and quite plain."

"If you say so," she teased. And she went back between my legs and I gasped as she took my cock in her hand and kissed my neck. "But I can tell from the way you react that you don't have a lot of experience with this, so I'm just going to tell you how I like to be touched and you're going to do what I want. Understood."

"Yes."

"That's not a polite way to address me. From now on you can call me either by my name or Mistress when I give you a command or I will march back into that building and you won't get any attention."

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"Good boy." She grabbed my right hand and nudged it to her ass. "You're far too scared to touch me. I want your hands on me, and I want you to grab me as desperately as I know you need me."

Her breath fluttered across my neck before she began to kiss it and I felt like I was going to melt despite the cold, and my cock swelled even more as she put her hand down my pants and began to stroke. Her ass was firm when I grabbed it and when I squeezed she let out a sigh and pushed hard into me, kissing my lips. She smelt like lavender, and with each breath we shared as we locked lips I could feel the faintest touch mint against my tongue. I desperately wanted to take her in, all of her, her taste, her smell, the way that she felt, the warmth that radiated from her body. I wanted to pick her up and push here against the wall in the alleyway and fuck her senseless, and sensing that we switched and I pushed her up against the wall. She fumbled for my zipper and when my cock burst from my pants it was touched only for a moment by the cold air before she jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist and guided my cock inside her. The feeling was indescribable, it was rapture and ecstasy and I couldn't help but moan as I thrust my cock into her. Her head tilted back and she moaned as we made love and she began to drive her hips into me with greater urgency as her moaning became louder and more urgent as she came closer to climax.

"Tell me you're mine," She insisted, speaking with a breathless urgency.

"I'm yours," I replied, and sensing she wanted even more I added, "I belong to you."

She gasped and shuddered and moaned my name out into the wind and her pussy tightened around my cock sending me into the unstoppable cascade of orgasm as the cum flooded out of me.

"Fuck," she gasped. Her legs dropped to the ground and I caught her before she stumbled. Cum dripped down her thighs and she looked down for a moment before saying "You made such a mess. Normally I'd make you clean it up, but there's nowhere for us to lie down and get comfortable."

I blushed, and before she turned to leave I blurted out, "When can I see you again."

She took my phone and her fingers danced along the screen before she looked up, "Soon I hope. Very soon." And with that she headed for the door and back into the bar and I wasn't sure if I should follow or if I should leave. Then I got a text from her. I want you here, at my feet. Now." I couldn't help but answer. Yes Mistress. My legs moved by themselves almost, towards the door. The handle was cold, and it was stuck for a moment before it finally opened with a pop. The music pounded into the alleyway and a dim yellow light lit the hallway inside. On either side at the end of the hall were the men's and women's washroom and around the corner and down another hallway was the rest of the bar, the tables, the bar itself, and the booth that she was sitting at, her arms stretched out along the headrest. She smiled and I slid in next to her.

"I wanted you at my feet," she teased. "But this table is in the way." She motioned to her thigh. "Rest your head here. I want to play with your hair."