The renting of a slave boy. Part 1

For a while I had toyed with the idea with sending my property off to a beautiful women's house so he can be used and she can be worshipped. Over the past few years our social media has generated a fair amount of interest in our sexual exploits, it seems some women want in! (Which neither of us are complaining about!) However, there hadn't been an appropriate candidate for 'unaccompanied' play, as much as it is a fantasy to send him off on his way the woman has to be right, she has to understand our dynamic and have total respect for our relationship. I started chatting to a lady online who was curious about our activities, there was something about her that seemed right, I quickly offered out my slave and suggested him up be used the following day. The rules were made clear and slave boy was informed of the time, the address and what was expected of him, he had no idea of what the lady looked like, her age or what we had discussed. He just knew he would be totally at the mercy of her desire. 

It had been a long time since I have had that feeling of going to meet someone and not having any real idea of what they look like or what sort of person they are going to be. Speaking to someone on the internet is a totally different experience to meeting somebody in real life, it is so easy to portray any character that you please, but this was different...
 I was given a mobile number and an address by my Mistress in the morning and told that everything was confirmed. I was being sent to somebody without me having any sense of autonomy, I hadn't spoken to this person or even seen what they looked like but I knew that they were expecting my arrival. I was given clear instructions of how I was allowed to serve and what rules I had to abide by whilst I was there. After the ritualistic shower and usual daily preparations I checked Google maps and started my way to a part of east London that I was very familiar with. As soon as I stepped out the door I had sent a text but received no reply so contacted my Mistress to make sure I had received the correct phone number, the last thing I'd want to do is travel all that way with no contact at all and them having backed out. Once I managed to get hold of the number I needed I repeated my message letting this woman know that I was on my way and an estimated time of arrival.
 I'm 10 minutes away and starting to get pretty nervous as I don't know what has been set up for me, so I send a message letting her know that I was scared and wondering in which way she wanted to use me, but her reply doesn't settle my nerves or give me much to go on...I'm outside now and my hearts in my throat, who's going to open the door? I hope she's hot? I wonder what the hell she is going to make me do? How did I end up living this life? The front door opens and there she is...
 I was most definitely pleasantly surprised, she was around about my age give or take a couple of years, slim figured and petite. I was greeted with a big smile and I was ushered in, I didn't expect to be in the presence of somebody that knew exactly what they wanted and be so forth coming with it. I tried to make small talk but was softly shut down by her Irish accent within minutes then instructed to worship this Goddess's feet through her nude stockings. I know there are a lot of people out there who are heavily into worshipping stockings but I myself love stockings to have been worn all day so they are drenched in the scent of that woman's feet or crotch... Although these stockings hadn't been worn the whole day, I knew she had decided to go for a 3 hour cycle in the morning and had decided not to wash before my arrival so I was still lucky enough to inhale the scent of her feet. After some time kissing, sucking and worshipping  her toes, soles and tops of her feet through the stockings I was guided by a finger and told to kiss and nibble. This woman knew what she was doing and knew that there was no rush, she had me under her control for at least 4 hours so took her time making me follow her fingers slowly up her calfs until I reached her inner thighs. I adore being beneath a woman and looking up at them completely immersed in their own selfish pleasure, knowing that through guidance I can provide total bliss...
 The subtleties of servitude and each and every woman's nuances in the sense of specific points of pleasure always amaze me, I love working out those specifics or even being given the key to unlock those points of pleasure, seeing her eyes closed and the very faint moans just at having me softly bite at her thighs gave me that nod that hopefully I will make sure to leave this woman totally satisfied.
 Miss A stood up and I knew it was time for one of my favourite endeavours, it was that time for me to worship and appreciate her soft derriere! I'd been hoping I would have that privilege on the way, for me ass worship goes hand in hand with my submission, I am a complete pygophiliac I live for the privilege of being face first in a woman's butt, but I wasn't given that pleasure for too long! I was made to only bite and kiss it for a matter of minutes before she decided to remove her stockings and strip herself of all her clothes other than panties, then I was made to repeat the process of worshipping her feet, calfs and thighs now that the stockings had been removed.

 To be continued...