Even in the half light she looked rather gorgeous with her legs crossed, her right stiletto pointing as if to a position on the tiles he should stand, or was it kneel?

"Pour two glasses." She said, casually pointing to his right.

A bottle of white wine stood on the counter to his right, but there was only one glass. When he pointed that out she merely said "Silly me, you're driving of course." and laughed.

She had two laughs, a kind of girlish giggle, very alluring and then a really dirty filthy head thrown back guffaw, very sexy in a Lauren Bacall and a younger, much younger, Kathleen Turner kind of way, without the tobacco induced rasp.

Kevin opened the screwtop bottle and poured the wine, then picked up the glass and walked towards her in the half light of the kitchen.

She took the glass and saluted him before taking a sip and then placing it on the counter beside her. She stood up, in her heels she was almost as tall as him and moved as if to kiss him before veering off to his left leaving him facing the kitchen cabinets. Her heels clicked on the floor and as he turned she kicked them off and disappeared through the door. He walked slowly in that direction, reaching the door as she reached the foot of the stairs.

"Bring my wine with you." was all she said as she set off upstairs.

By the time he retrieved the wine and reached the stairs she had gone, a solitary click the only clue that she had closed a door behind her.

The house was still in darkness, the porch light the only guidance he had. Once on the landing there was some light coming from the window at the end of the landing but the light was fading fast. The house was big, he counted six, no seven doors upstairs, but which was her bedroom. He bent down to see if he could see a light under one of them and was certain there was a faint light coming from under the one about ten feet from the gable end window. He knocked on the door and heard her voice. She said but a single word "Come." and he certainly hoped he would. He'd desperately wanted to unload his balls into her since he had first sat next to her on the train. He took a tiny sip of wine to lubricate his tongue, hoping it would be in her snatch very very soon, and opened the door.

Heidi was lying on the bed. She was wearing a black robe, her right leg bent up, her foot flat on the bed, her legs were naked and perhaps, Kevin mused, she was totally naked underneath. Her clothes lay in a heap on the floor, black underwear on top of the black silk blouse, and the green lamé trousers underneath that.

Kevin stepped forward and handed her the wine. She took it and took a sip then held it out for him to take and pointed at the bedside locker, indicating he should put it there.

"So, you've made it to my bedroom and yet you walk in here fully clothed, don't you know how a slave should behave in his Mistresses house?"

"No, I'm new to this."

She snorted in derision and held out her hand for the wine glass. He picked it up and handed it to her. Another sip, a little bit more this time before she handed it back, and he put it on the locker again. He took a step towards her but she put her hand up.

"Don't you ever enter my bedroom without being naked ever again, do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Heidi." he replied.

"Well, should you pass my tests this evening I might allow you to call me Mistress. Would you like that?"

"Yes I would Miss Heidi."

"Good, now get out, close the door and knock when you're naked, leave your clothes on the landing."

He turned and left, closing the door behind him. It crossed his mind to just go downstairs and leave, but he dispelled that idiotic thought just as soon as it entered his head. He removed his clothes and left them in a heap to the left of the door, then knocked once more. He listened but couldn't hear a thing and so knocked again.

"Come."

He entered and closed the door behind him. Heidi was sat on the bed with her legs crossed, she was now wearing black stockings under her black silk and lace robe. She held the phone in her hand and put her index finger to her mouth to shush him, them pointed down between her feet and the bedside locker. Kevin could hear the phone ring tone at the other end. He stood where she pointed and she looked up at him with an angry look on her face then pointed down saying "On your knees."

He knelt and then the recipient answered the call.

"Oh hi darling. Yes I'm home. No, I'm just going to take a shower in a while and get some kip. I'm not sure what's happening tomorrow but hopefully I can fit you in." She giggled and the conversation drifted on for a few minutes: work was exhausting, the train journey entertaining, she'd spoken to a man who she was sure wanted her. She glanced down at Kevin.

"No, of course I didn't fuck him!" She said with a hint of outrage "or suck his cock! You naughty boy!"

They said their goodbyes and she hung up.

She went to pick up her glass but Kevin got it first and handed it to her.

As she took a sip Kevin asked her "Was that your husband?"

She swallowed the wine and replied "No, I told you I don't have a husband. He died over a year ago. That," she waved her hand in the vague direction of the bedside phone "was a young man I fuck now and again. I rang him before I got on the train to arrange to see him tomorrow night, but he can wait." She said a-matter-of-factly. "My husband was my slave for many years, he was very attentive, very devoted, but he got sick and eventually was wheelchair bound. He died at the beginning of last year, and of course I miss him, but I also miss being worshipped. I've never had a problem finding a man with a big cock to fuck me, but my tastes, my sexual proclivities, extend beyond that. Hence you find yourself kneeling naked by the side of my bed."

Kevin said nothing, just bowed his head.

"So, like I explained on the train, I expect total obediance, each and every order I give you will be performed without hesitation or complaint, and service will be performed with enthusiasm and devotion. Is all that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Heidi." he said, which of course was the only appropriate response.

She ordered him to stand and put his hands behind his back.

She tutted disapprovingly and waving her fingers in a circle in front of his erection asked "And what exactly is this?"

He thought she meant his erection, but she didn't. What she was in fact referring to was the thatch of pubic hair; it was fair and there was a lot of it, on his balls, at the base of his cock and it spread about a foot across his groin. Heidi had never been a fan of hairy cocks and that wasn't about to change.

"Go to the bathroom and remove it."

"What, all of it."

"You will either shave it all off or you can get out right now."

"But Miss Heidi.." he began to protest but she cut him short.

"Shave your cock and balls right now or leave. How dare you question my order?"

She was outraged and Kevin merely stood, turned and left the room.

Heidi took a sip of wine and wondered if he had actually gone to do it or just left. Well if it was the latter then he really wasn't slave material. She waited a few seconds then stood walked to the door and opened it. The pile of clothes was still there, which made her smile. He obviously hadn't left and had located the main bathroom. She knew that shaving that amount of pubic hair was no five minute job, so she turned went back into her bedroom and then pushed the stockings down her legs, shrugged off the robe and stepped naked towards the wardrobes. She pushed one of the doors and it opened to reveal her exquisite en suite wet room, toilet, hand basin and multi point shower.

She stepped in and the motion controlled ceiling lights came on, she turned on the shower and piled her hair up into a shower cap. It didn't take long to wash her slender frame, and on completion she turned it off and stepped out.

Meanwhile, Kevin was nearing completion, without drawing blood surprisingly and dried his cock and balls, and thighs and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Perhaps it was true, he mused, maybe shaving your pubes off did make your cock look bigger. Once dried he hung up the towel and went back to Heidi's bedroom. He wanked his cock back to full hardness, pulled his foreskin back and knocked on the door. Silence.

He waited a moment, then knocked again. Where had she gone? He went to the top of the stairs and listened but there was no signs of movement, which perplexed him.

When her bedroom door opened he was taken aback.

"Where on earth have you been?" asked Heidi, her head poking round the corner. He wanted to ask her the same of her but thought better of it.

"Apologies, Miss Heidi, I couldn't hear anything when I knocked on your door."

As he moved closer he realised she was wrapped in a towel, but she disappeared inside and clicked the door shut. Kevin went back to the door, knocked and waited for the reply.

"Come."

He stepped inside and glanced down to see the towel on the floor, and disappointingly, the black stockings next to it. Heidi was sat on the bed, completely naked, legs crossed. He stepped closer and knelt down, she smelt clean and fresh.

"Go and hang the towel up." she ordered.

He hurriedly picked up the towel and dashed off to the bathroom. When he got back she was sat at her dressing table wearing the black robe but the stockings remained on the floor. She had a hairbrush in her hand and waved it around over her shoulder. Kevin stepped towards her and took the hair brush. He began to brush her shoulder length ash blonde tresses until she picked up a length of black ribbon, and like the brush, waved it haphazardly above her shoulder. He took it and pulling her hair back wrapped it around the ponytail several times before tying it in a bow. She turned her head in order to see her hair in the mirror. "Not bad for a first attempt." she said and stood and walked past him, tapping him on the right shoulder, and told him to kneel.

She sat on the bed and he turned to face her.

"I suppose you want me to wear these." she said, pointing at the stockings in a heap.

"Yes please Miss Heidi."

"In that case you may kiss my toes first."

Kevin shuffled to kneel before her and took her dangling foot in his hands and began to kiss each painted toe.

"Now lick between them." Only once he had kissed and licked her entire foot did she order him to put the first stocking on her. He smoothed it up her shapely calf and then her creamy thigh. She crossed her legs the other way and the process was repeated. The problem came when she stood and the stockings began to slip.

"Look in that drawer Kevin." He opened the drawer, it was full of suspender belts.

"Which one Miss Heidi?"

"I'll allow you to choose." she replied. Kevin chose a black pvc job with six straps. He's seen pictures of women in something similar but never close up. He put it round her waist then began to fasten the metal clips to the black lacy stocking tops. He had to push her robe aside to fasten the rear and side straps, but when he'd finished he surveyed his work. She looked so majestic, so dominant in the black pvc suspender belt, black lace top stockings, black silk and lace robe and black ribbon in her hair. His cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum. Heidi sat back on the bed and looked down at him. "So far, you haven't done too bad. Let's see how you perform with your tongue." She opened her legs and pulled her knees up giving him his first proper view of her cunt, shaven except for a two inch triangle of hair pointing down as if he needed showing where his tongue was to go. As he leaned in she grabbed him by his fair hair. "In the last week I have been fucked, a dozen times all together, by three men, all with cocks much bigger than yours. Are you certain you're ready to please me?"

"Yes Miss Heidi." he said in almost a whisper.

"You are not my lover, you are my slave, and you will obey me implicitly Please me and pleasure me and I will reward you. Disobey and I will punish you, perhaps even dismiss you. Now, keep your hands behind your back and get your tongue in my cunt," at which point she dragged his mouth onto her cunt, his tongue flattening onto her lips trying to part them. She bucked her hips, fucking his face. Oh how she had missed this and let out a moan as his tongue slipped between her lips and into her hot wet vagina. After a few minutes of licking she looked down at him. "Do you know what tongue fucking is?" He said he did. "Get on with it then."

Next they moved onto her clit, licking, sucking, licking again, as her orgasm rose and her breathing shallowed and quickened. When it arrived it was powerful, she always had her most powerful orgasms when being worshipped, as she called it, and her first proper domination session in almost two years was turning out to be very promising.

When she came he obviously thought he should stop but she wasn't like that, her cunt didn't get over sensitive immediately post orgasm. She dragged his mouth back in with but one word: "AGAIN."

To be continued in Part 6.