It had taken all his will to pluck up the courage to do this. It had taken a lot of money and a lot of saving and a lot of clandestine emails and searches and Instant Messenger chats, and a lot of working around his daily life to do this too, and more than once he had very nearly lost his nerve entirely. He wasn't used to taking such risks - it simply wasn't in his nature - but in this instance he wanted to do something risky without running away for once.

He was a nervous thing; shy, quiet and retiring, with a cute, rather feminine appearance making him appear younger than his real age. He'd grown his hair long mostly by virtue of feeling more vulnerable when he had it cut short; this of course had the unintended side-effect of increasing - rather than abating - his apparent femininity. It had caused him problems before in his personal life, and as a result exacerbated his already timid personality, and it was only on the urging of a close friend that he "try something new" that had lead him to this sequence of events.

Now, he stood before a stranger's door in an unfamiliar street in a city not his own and he was more terrified than he thought he could be... He steeled himself, reminding that small constant voice in the back of his head that told him "don't do this, they'll laugh" and "give it up, it's not worth it", that he was committed to this if nothing else than because it was that little voice's fault he had never tried anything new for years. Then, clutching his satchel a little tighter, he stepped forward, and pressed the buzzer beside the dark coloured and well-kept wooden door, marking the entrance to a rather impressive town house...



"Oh for heaven's sake always, ALWAYS when I'm in the shower-ONE MOMENT! I'M COMING-and ALWAYS when I can't find the towel and ALWAYS at the WORST times this had better be good-" The woman continued to curse and protest as she half-ran, half-skipped to the door, hastily wrapping a towel about her voluptuous form, still wet from her interrupted early-evening shower, and pulled on a bathrobe. Again the angry hornet buzz of the door's chime sounded out, and she yelled out a little more curtly as she skidded around a corner on the wooden floors. "-ONE BLOODY MOMENT, DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE!"

Finally she skidded to a stop at the door-way, panting for breath, making sure her bathrobe and towels kept her modest, unlocked the door, and pulled it open, the chain clattering noisily. She peered out the door with a raised eyebrow at the young figure before her, dressed in a smart work suit that seemed to make the figure uncomfortable. With a sigh she leaned against the nearby wall, frowning slightly. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm not interested in any cosmetic products and I already unsubscribed from the mailing list, could you please tell your superiors not to send you poor things here any longer?" She answered with an exasperated air.

The young junior salesman - as she presumed the figure was - looked taken aback and stammered out something about an appointment, looking quite pale, as he fished hurriedly about in his bag. She stopped and stared at the male curiously. "Look, what are you babbling about? What appointment? Who ARE you and what are-" She stopped immediately, both finely crafted eyebrows raised in shock, as the figure before her held up a card with a trembling hand, still trying to get words out, but too frightened and nervous to actually speak.

The card was dark coloured, with very fine printing, a sultry figure dressed in dark leather and with the hint of a riding crop tucked behind one thigh-length booted leg reclining upon a red sofa, with "Mistress Foxglove" written in a beautiful silvery script just above. There were contact details, an address, and the words "with complement" in the same script at the bottom corner. What was most shocking is that the woman recognised the red-haired, leather clad figure upon the card as herself, from some years back...

For a long moment she said nothing, then narrowed her eyes slightly, and straightened, fixing her eyes upon the shorter, younger male. "...Where did you get that card?" She said, firmly, but quietly. The young man swallowed a nervous lump in his throat, looking at the card suddenly as if he had made a terrible mistake.
"I... y-you sent it to me? You said to ... to show it to you and only you when I arrived? I... I had an appoint-" He startled as she cut him off brusquely.
"WHAT appointment? I never arranged an appointment with anybody, certainly not for THAT..." She scowled. "Look, whatever you THINK you arranged, you are sorely mistaken, there IS no Mistress Foxglove here and there never was, and I think you should l-" 

It was the woman's turn to be surprised again as the young male suddenly raised his voice frantically, staring back at her, clearly afraid but defiant and refusing to back down. Every fibre of his being cried out to run away with his tail between his legs but he couldn't, not now, not ever again. This was a point of pride... and fiscal responsibility for that matter.

"No! I... I paid you! I sent the money two weeks ago and you send this card to set up the meeting! You told me five o'clock sharp today, at this address, and you told me you'd be happy to see me! We spoke for weeks online! I worked hard to get the money together for this and... and I...! I..." his features softened, and he looked close to tears suddenly, shivering, his gaze lowering to his feet. "I... I c-can't afford to... If n-nothing else p-please just... give me my money back, if you won't see me? Please??..."

The woman sighed, closed the door, unfastened the chain and opened the door fully, her expression gentler now. "...Look just... come inside, I think you'd better explain what's gone on here... and I think I have some explaining to do as well..."
The young male shook his head, clutching his bag. "N-no, I'm ... I'm sorry, I sho-shouldn't have come, I ... this was stupid..." He jumped again as she put her hand gently on his shoulder and tugged him softly towards the door.
"Don't be like that" she said in a softer tone, "You've been taken in for a ride but... I'm hoping I'll be able to shed some light on this situation. At least you're not like the other men who came here before." She gave a rueful sigh at the memory of the past three months. This young male hadn't been her first visitor and was not, she was sure, her last if she did not take matters into her own hands now.



It had turned out that the woman had closed her Dominatrix business down some years back, and had taken the site entirely offline. When the male showed her the business card it roused her ire as it was the exact business card she used to use, and the same methods to set up clandestine meetings, but she had shut down all her contacts under that pseudonym and disappeared - so she thought - from the internet. Now it seemed that someone had rebuilt her site exactly as before, and was charging again for her services under a false pretence. No wonder she had so many visitors the last few months!

And now this poor young male - barely into adulthood - had saved and scraped his meagre wages in order to at least try something unique and to take a risk, going against his own timid nature, only to find he had been swindled by some unscrupulous character, who apparently knew all too much about Mistress Foxglove's former life. He sat across from the woman, his head in his hands, sobbing quietly in shame and horror, realising that whoever had posed as the Mistress now had intimate personal details about his life, and knew exactly who he was.

The woman scowled and stared at the business card. It was an excellent reproduction, but whoever was behind this had made one fatal mistake - they had hurt someone innocent and who had not at all deserved such punishment. She stepped over and gave the young male a gentle hug. "It's alright. We'll get to the bottom of this. If whoever this is charged you money and you paid via your bank account, it's fraud and we'll be able to get it back, and we'll be able to trace who is behind this. They'll be behind bars before you know it."
"B-but w-what if they tell everyone I-" the male began. She put a finger to his lips and shook her head.
"Trust me, if it is who I think it is, then I know some even more damning things about them that they would bend over backwards to not have revealed. If they try to blackmail you, all I have to do is return the favour to them, and they'll lose a lot more than their dignity, let me tell you." She said calmly. The male stared at her in wonder and hope.
"Y...You know who it is??" he started, his tear streaked eyes wide. She merely shrugged and smiled slightly, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement.
"I have a pretty good idea... A thankfully EX-Client, who was more than a little sore I spurned him after he crossed a line he was told repeatedly not to cross. I hadn't taken him for being this stupid though; though honestly I'm a little glad he is. Come on, I'm going to check out 'my' website."

It really was an excellent forgery, but true to her word the culprit was not especially intellectual. They were greedy and malevolent but were not very good at covering their tracks. Within a few moments she had created a false identity on-line, and was conversing with her imposter on the website, posing as a *very* wealthy businessman who would employ 'Mistress Foxglove' many considerable talents for a princely sum. With a little wrangling, the woman had managed to persuade her imposter to give details of their bank account, as opposed to an anonymous, discreet account, and agreed to transfer the funds over in twenty-four hours. This was of course a sham, but it armed the woman with the details necessary to help her poor would-be "client". Calling the police and the young man's bank, she handed over all details to them, and let the matter rest for the day.

She had to admit he was rather attractive, and had she still been in the business, she would have jumped at a chance to be his Mistress... He was a sensitive thing, if naive, but good hearted and honest. She put an arm around his shoulders as she sat on the couch with him, and pulled him close in a comforting embrace. With an exhausted, shivering sigh, the youth closed his eyes and leaned against her... It was only after a few moments that he realised she had stiffened in surprise, and he noticed his head was on her rather ample bosom. Giving a rather girlish squeak of surprise, he jumped away, cheeks aflame with embarrassment as he stared in horror at her.

"O-Oh g-god I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't want to touch your breasts!! I... I mean not that they're bad breasts! They're quite lovely! I ju-!..." He froze, blushing even darker and cringing at bit as the woman burst into peals of laughter, shaking with mirth, leaning back against the couch. "I... w-what?" he stammered out, quietly, confused.
"Oh my goodness, you're so precious!" She finally exclaimed, wiping tears of merriment from her eyes, blushing a little herself. Taking a moment to compose herself, she took a deep breath, still giggling a little, and smiled coyly at him, her eyes glancing up and down his slender, feminine frame. "...You know, you are really quite attractive, especially when you get flustered."

The remark made the youth swallow nervously and stare at his lap, clutching his hands together nervously. "I...I'm n-not really, am I?" He stammered out. She nodded with a grin, finding amusement in how nervous and shy he was.
"Of course you are! If I wasn't... hm..." She paused, furrowing her brow with a wry smile tugging at her lips. "...A thought occurs... By all accounts, you paid for my time. The money never went to me, but you travelled all this way just to meet me... It would be remiss of me not to reward your patience and - quite frankly - your courage in this matter." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she saw the youth's eyes widen in surprise. "...I suppose it wouldn't hurt..."
The youth's eyes darted around nervously. He expected this to be another cruel joke. "I... w-what wouldn't hurt?" Seeming to notice his distrust, she softened her expression and smiled to him warmly.

"Listen carefully to what I am about to say. I want there to be no ambiguity or deception, or misunderstandings... You've had enough of those today, I daresay." Sitting up on the couch, she reached over and lightly brushed some of his soft, deep brown hair from his eyes, fingernails brushing his cheek, smiling as she saw him shiver in delight and anxiety. "Given everything you told me about yourself, how you came to be here, and given what I've observed of you, you're a very sweet young man, and I don't think I can bear to disappoint you. I will be your Mistress, tonight, just this once, and we can do anything you want... I assume you read my terms on the site, as despite the fraudulent nature of it, they are entirely accurate..." She moved over to the slender, feminine male, and gently cupped his cheek, brushing a thumb over his lips seductively, feeling his nervous, shivering breath across the tip. She brought her lips teasingly close to his, half-lidding her eyes, watching his gently close, a slight whimper passing his lips.

"...On one condition." She said suddenly, releasing him and standing up as if nothing had happened, casually brushing some hair from her eyes, all business in an instant. Inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear as she caught sight of his confused expression and the sudden dark blush as he realised how aroused he was out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her expression neutral and disinterested as possible. "You take me on a date; nowhere too expensive, but nowhere shabby. You seem dressed the part for a nice restaurant, and I'm sure I can get us a table, but I must get something out of this agreement, obviously... Don't you agree?" She cast her cool gaze down onto the male below her.

The young man blushed hard, nodding quite despite himself, before realising that he might not have quite the money on hand or in his account now, to pay for such extravagance. He was about to explain as such when the woman suddenly moved away to a telephone. "Good, make yourself presentable, dear, and you are to call me..." She paused for a moment, thinking. "...Miss Fox... Yes, that will be a suitable alias for tonight." A smile tugged at her lips. She had no intention of making him pay for such a treat, as he had paid enough money, but she couldn't lie to herself that she enjoyed teasing and seducing the poor youth. It was going to be an extraordinary evening.



The youth quite forgot his woes by the time he was midway through the meal, and despite his shy nature, he was happy and carefree. By now he had opened up quite a bit, and he had a bright smile on his lips. More and more, she found herself quite endeared to his kind and gentle character, and she was careful to make sure the conversation never strayed onto matters of business or their less than auspicious meeting earlier that day. She even found herself talking about her previous life, and even as he blushed and nervously stammered occasionally, he was fascinated and curious, without being lascivious. All in all, his character spoke well of him.

As the night wore on, they lost track of quite how much wine they had imbibed, and the poor youth was a little intoxicated, which had loosened his tongue quite a bit more than he meant to. With a higher tolerance for alcohol, "Miss Fox" had found herself more sharp-minded than he, but was intrigued as he quietly, bashfully explained how he'd always wanted to experiment with other things, and while he had a girlfriend at one point, it had broken off as while he adored her, she wanted someone more 'assertive' in the bedroom, and he'd spent a long time trying to figure out precisely what he wanted...

"S-So I... Well... I don't know, I guess I retreated online." He said, a little sadly. "I guess I don't mind that much though. I got used to myself and... well I found..." He blushed darkly, toying with a lock of hair dangling in front of his eyes nervously. "...I found myself preferring to be submissive?"
Miss Fox gazed at him curiously. "Why do you think that is, honey?" She asked, calmly, genuinely curious as to his reasoning.
"Well... I..." The youth frowned slightly, grimacing. "I used to get told a lot that submissives wanted to be mistreated, and that they liked abuse and abuse fantasies, so I was really scared of it, because I didn't see that in myself... Nobody wants to be mistreated, not really... but..." He grimaced again, seemingly frustrated by the lack of suitable words he could find to express himself. Sensing his vexation, Miss Fox laid a hand gently on his and smiled warmly across the table to him. The youth looked up, and relaxed some with a soft smile, knowing that she wouldn't judge him...

"...It wasn't that I wanted to relinquish all responsibility for my relationships. I just... wanted to willingly give up that control. I found that lack of control ... excited me, in ways I had never expected, but only so long as if needed, I could take it back again." He blushed warmly once more. "I ... that's a terrible way of explaining it, isn't it?"
Miss Fox shook her head and smiled. "It's a little clumsy, but it gets the point across, and it's perfectly alright... Part of being in the BDSM lifestyle is, ideally, abiding by three tenets; be Safe, be Sane, be Consensual... That's why there's such a concept as a 'safe-word'. It doesn't necessarily have to be a word, but some clear action or statement that signifies that 'character' needs to be broken because something is wrong or a boundary has been crossed, so with a good partner, you're never truly in danger." The young man nodded softly, still blushing, but in rapt attention.
"So... So say we um... you know..." he swallowed nervously. "...say I...wanted to try d-dressing up as a g-girl and... f-for you to... well... t-treat me as YOUR girl...?"
Miss Fox nodded again. "Perfectly acceptable, we'd set a particular word, or - if you were to be gagged and bound - some kind of action, say, a ball dropped from your hand, or a series of firm taps against something hard, as the 'Safe-word' and if ever you felt like you weren't enjoying it, or you were in distress, or scared, you could use it, and we'd stop immediately, I'd free you if necessary, and you'd be safe again."

The young man considered this for a moment, nibbling his lower lip. "I... I think I was scared a lot of it because... I'd heard awful stories, where people got seriously hurt... but... I..." He shyly gazed up to the woman. "...I'm... kind of drunk, I know, but...Y-you... You're a lot nicer than I thought you w-would be... and... and you're really pretty..." He looked suddenly ashamed. "...M-Miss Fox, we rea-really don't have to do anything tonight... I'd be happy just with this chance to have dinner with you. You've been wonderful company and... and you've been so sweet to me..." He smiled timidly but earnestly at her.

Miss Fox leaned over and placed a long, slow, gentle kiss against his lips, cupping his cheek, and closing her eyes, letting it linger... The male gasped quietly, and then shivered in delight, closing his eyes in turn, squeezing her hand in his softly... The kiss seemed to last forever, and yet once it was finally broken it seemed over all too quickly. He panted softly for breath, gazing in wonder at the beautiful woman, who he felt was far above his league, and found her smiling tenderly at him, a tint of a blush on her cheeks.

"I think our meals are done, and I'd like to return home now, dear." She said tenderly, with a little playful grin tugging at her lips "We *do* have an engagement to keep, after all." The young man was naive and somewhat innocent in these matters, but he was a quick learner, as the deep blush on his cheeks told her.
"Y-yes Miss Fox." He replied with a bright smile...

The poor young man was sufficiently distracted by the alcohol in his system and her subtle, gentle teasing that he never realised she had paid for the entire dinner herself, or that she had booked and paid for the journey home. It was just as well, as she would have heard none of it had he attempted to pay out of some misplaced obligation to her. She had never intended for him to put himself further out of pocket tonight, as he had conducted himself perfectly. True, despite the young man's enflamed passions, he was a perfect gentleman all the way home. She too made sure not to tease him too much and they joked and laughed, and as they reached her address, she helped him out as the alcohol had gone a little to his head. She sighed as she helped him inside and shook her head with a smirk.

"Oh, dear me. I think perhaps we ought to have had a little less to drink." She mused, embracing the shorter, younger man, kissing his forehead, and giggling at his warm blush as his short stature made sure his face was planted into her cleavage. He managed to stand on tiptoes to free himself from her ample bosom for a moment, to reply.
"I-it's okay, I can still ...uh... w-what's the word..." He started, before her giggling cut him off.
"No no, it's okay. You said you have a week off for travelling, yes? ... Stay here tonight. I could use the company, and well, I'd like to be your Mistress when we both have a clear head, alright? I want to make sure you enjoy it perfectly." She kissed his lips again tenderly, brushing some of his rather pretty hair from his eyes, her nails grazing his ear softly. The young man closed his eyes, blushing darker at that, shivering in pleasure and a very small little moan passed his lips.

Almost immediately realising what had just happened, the boy blushed hard and swallowed nervously "A-ah! I... S-sorry, my ears are j-just se-mmngh!" he gasped, letting out another rather adorable, feminine cry of pleasure, as Miss Fox grinned and teased her fingernails across his ear carefully again.
"Oh my! I'll have to remember that." She joked, giggling a little, before leaning in and nibbling his earlobe softly. She couldn't help but admit to herself that the young man was very attractive, and she was rather turned on by his feminine traits... Pulling him close, she continued to toy with his ears, feeling him squirm and give sweet little moans and gasps, using her teeth, fingernails, soft little licks and her warm sweet breath as she whispered sweet nothings to his ears, lips straying to his slender neck now and again, eliciting the same reactions from the male...

Soon though she giggled, and relented, blushing some herself, and placed a passionate, tender kiss on his lips, playing her tongue gently and slowly against his, shivering in pleasure herself as she heard his muted moan of surprise and pleasure... Breaking the kiss slower this time, she traced her fingertip across his lip, and gently cupped his crotch, feeling his firm arousal through his trousers... He wasn't impressively endowed, but that didn't matter to her. She found it rather pleasant. Stepping away, she smiled to him coyly, and winked, leaving him standing there, panting, very much turned on, and blushing very darkly.

"I'm afraid you'll have to sleep on the couch tonight, my dear, but tomorrow, once we have rested fully, I promise that you will receive your reward... You did very well tonight, not that there was any doubt... Tomorrow, you shall be graced with Mistress Foxglove's presence... I trust you will have sweet dreams." She winked to him, and headed upstairs, leaving the poor young man in the admittedly rather cosy living room.

Blushing hot and still reeling from her rather welcome molestations and that wondrous kiss, the young man sat down unsteadily, squirming slightly from the uncomfortable pressure in his trousers... He resolved that he would refrain from doing anything untoward such as pleasuring himself in a stranger's house, and tried to settle to sleep, but it was an uneasy rest. He couldn't get his mind off how much this felt like a dream come true. He was terrified of falling asleep; only to wake up back home, as if nothing had happened... If he had dared to peek up Miss Fox's sultry cocktail dress as she ascended the stairs, he would have seen that her panties had been utterly soaked. If he had been paying attention, or been able to stay up a little longer, he would have heard her hastily stifled moans of bliss as she pleasured herself in the bedroom above him, but alas he was none the wiser, and once undressed and lain down, he eventually passed into a deep sleep...

It was some time before he awoke, and bleary eyed he sat up, giving a soft groan, rubbing his tired eyes. His mind a haze of sleep and dream addled stupor, he got up and wandered in the direction he thought the bathroom would be, still expecting to be back in his own apartment. His hand grasped what seemed to be a small cabinet door, and he pulled it open, only to be greeted with the electric hum and a cool breeze from a mini-fridge upon the breakfast bar.

He stared for a moment, with half-lidded eyes, at the array of beverages neatly placed in the miniature fridge. Just in case he had imagined it, he closed the door, waited a second, and then opened it. Again he stared, before giving a mildly surprised "huh...", and closing it again. Finally he looked about the kitchen and living-room he found himself in, the realisation slowly dawning on him that he was in another person's home. "...Huh!" he stated again, as if faintly amused...

Finally reason took hold and his eyes flew open as the penny finally dropped, snapping his body into full alert... "...Oh g-good god." He stammered, remembering all the events from yesterday, and the beautiful woman who had shown him such kindness, and affection, after such a horrid series of events.
"Am I really that frightful a thought?" Miss Fox asked with a wry smile, having been stood behind him at the foot of the stairs for a good two minutes, watching him stumble about in a daze. The young man nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning around, ending up falling on his behind, blushing hard and eyes wide.

The woman was still beautiful, even with her hair tousled, her eyes sleepy, and dressed in a satin bed-robe languidly hanging off one shoulder, barely tied in her half-asleep state, though she was more aware than him. A hint of a blush coloured her cheeks as she gazed over his barely dressed form, seeing the rather plain boxers, and the slightly oversized t-shirt he had worn under his suit for warmth the night before. She clicked her tongue in disappointment. He always wore clothes that either didn't quite fit him, or didn't show off his figure all that much. As she stepped over, she noticed his gaze wander down to her bare feet, and she raised an eyebrow with a slight smile, pausing before him.

"Did you sleep well, honey?" She asked, innocently enough, getting herself a glass of juice from the mini-fridge. She smiled brighter as the young man nodded from the floor up at her, gaze snapping up again. "Mm, good... Have you eaten yet? No?... Well we have to fix that. We can't have you going without breakfast. Up you get..." and with that, she gently nudged at his hip with her soft feet, experimentally, gauging his reaction... Quite to her amusement she saw him blush and bite at his lower lip in that way he did when he was nervously trying to hide something, eyes fixed on her feet...

Very gently she lifted her leg, placing her foot against his chest, and gently pressing him back down again with a warm blush and a gentle cock of her head. She wasn't wearing anything under the slinky robe, and she knew full well he could see all the way up to her pussy, already starting to become damp. She said nothing, but smiled sultrily at the younger male, watching him gasp, eyes fixated on her foot, as she brought it upwards slowly, curiously. She watched as his eyes glanced to her clearly displayed cunny, down to her beautiful, soft feet, and then to his very much aroused cock, pressing against his shorts. Then she brushed her toes across his soft lips, giving a gentle shiver of pleasure as she saw him startle, closing his eyes tight, and parting his lips, sitting perfectly still...

She bit her own lower lip, fingers stealing down to brush across the lips of her pussy, pointing her toes and gently brushing them across his lips, taking in a long, slow breath of surprise as she heard him give a beautifully muffled moan around her toes, feeling his tongue sneak out and caress across them... She hadn't expected him to have a foot fetish, and she didn't expect herself to be so eager to dominate him just yet, but she found herself wanting him more and more. Softly, she whispered to him, moaning gently, her fingers stroking and probing at her now soaked slit... "Such a good boy..."

As if spurred on by Her praise, the young man moaned quietly, tongue playing across Her toes and between them, his blush deep and dark, hand moving to his own arousal, timidly stroking it through his shorts. She moaned Herself as Her two fingers slid inside Her tight, hot pussy, pumping gently, watching him with studying, lust filled eyes... She had intended just to treat him to soften the blow of his awful luck, but now She found Herself falling back into Her old role... It amused Her to feel that the spark She felt She had once lost was returning just as bright and lively as ever, but only for this sweet young man...

It was foolish to think it was love at first sight, but there was certainly a connection, and She couldn't help but want to play the part perfectly... Gingerly she removed her toes from his lips, and lowered them, brushing them across the bulge in his shorts, shuddering in delight at his beautiful little gasping moan of surprise and pleasure. "What do we say?" She offered. The young man whimpered in delight, arching his hips, removing his hand from his shorts as her toes lowered the garment, freeing his somewhat slender, cute shaft. She smiled brightly, blushing rather noticeably Herself as She drew Her slickened fingers from her hot, aching pussy, and let Her soft sole brush across his length teasingly, drawing lovely, pretty moans from the young man... "Well?"

"T-thank you, M-Miss Fox~!" he gasped, and She clicked Her tongue in reproach. Her foot drew suddenly away from his cock and She stood, arms folded before him, gazing down at him coldly. The young man startled, looking crestfallen, but then seemed to realise what She had wanted... With a deep blush he lowered his head, timidly, submissively gazing up to Her. "I...I mean... T-Thank you very much, Mistress Foxglove..." Immediately, the smile came back to Her lips. She did not bless him with the caress of Her feet, but She did place Her slickened digits to his lips with an adoring smile, eyes twinkling as he gave a cute little moan and let them slip into his mouth, sucking and lapping at them obediently, eyes gazing to Hers timidly, but eager to please. 

"That is better... my *pet*..." She said, emphasising the word as if to state it as fact, and brushing his ear in the way She had learned excited him so last night. He reacted just as She expected, and just as She wanted, giggling slightly as She heard him moan so prettily around the digits he was worshipping as if they were a man's cock... She had guessed he might have no particular bias towards either gender during their conversations over dinner, when he had let slip that he rather found his friend attractive. He had not even realised he had given that secret away, but She had caught it quite expertly. Still, that was an experiment for another day, if one were to come. She sighed, and drew her fingers from his lips, dropping the character of the Mistress, and leaning down to place a deep, tender kiss to his lips, tongue playing against his, tasting herself upon it, and pulling him close.

He could feel her naked body press against him, and were he a lesser man he might have availed himself of the situation, but despite his low opinion of himself, he would not dare to entertain such thoughts. His head swam with the giddy elation of the dominance she showed upon him, and it had shocked and surprised him to feel how easily it came to him to be her submissive, but even more surprising was how much he enjoyed it, and how much he wanted to be her pet... And yet there was a doubt in his mind... It was wrong, surely. How would he ever explain this? How would he get away with these holidays, or afford them? His shoulders sank and he pulled close to her body, giving a soft little whimper.

Sensing his sorrow, she broke the kiss and cupped his cheeks worriedly. "Honey, what's wrong?? What is it? Did I move too fast?" She winced, cursing herself inwardly. "Oh god I ... I'm so sorry, I should have waited, and we didn't even set a safe-word, I..!" She blinked as he suddenly seemed startled, and then he kissed her again, hugging her tightly.
"N-no! It's not that, I just...!... I just have... I've never felt so... so wanted before and..." He blushed hard, shaking his head. "N-No, I'm sorry, it's stupid. I just... that... you're re-really good at that and... I... I want more... but..." He looked crestfallen. She sat beside him, puzzled.
"But what? I told you I'd be your Mistress today... That doesn't mean we can't meet up again and do it more often..." She offered with a smile. He looked at her sadly in response, and she raised her eyebrows. "Oh?... Oh... *Oohhhhh*." It dawned upon her finally what had caused him such consternation, and she laughed gently, blushing bright. "Honey, do you honestly think I'd charge you? I didn't realise it until just now when we were fooling around there, but I *really* enjoyed being a Mistress again! I got just as much out of it as you appeared to!" She indicated down to the rather damp patch of pre-cum upon his shorts, with a nod of her head and a smile.

The young man blushed heavily and blinked, then began to laugh a little in relief, relaxing. "Y-You ... You did? Really??" She began to laugh herself and hugged him tightly.
"Weren't you paying attention?? I was so utterly turned on last night from teasing you that I had to bring myself off three times before I could sleep!" Seeing him stammer and blush in surprise and awkwardness, she laughed again, helping him up with an affectionate kiss to his cheek "You silly boy! Come on, let's get dressed and get breakfast, and then talk about how we're going to give you the time of your life."



"A-are you ... are you sure you're okay with this?" The male stammered timidly, looking at his bag timidly. "You're not going to laugh or... or get weirded out by it?"
Miss Fox shook her head and smirked. "Honey, I nearly gave you a foot-job not more than an hour ago while I was fingering myself. I am *not* going to get weirded out by your fantasies; not when I have some pretty unspeakable things in my 'toy-chest' right here." She patted a beautifully ornate wooden chest at the foot of her opulent bed, grinning slightly as the young man nodded in admission, and went behind the dressing screen.

She had changed into her 'costume' which she had kept for sentimental reasons - a pair of thigh length high-heeled black leather boots, a cup-less leather bustier with the crotch cut out, leaving her perfectly shaved pussy on display, a pair of elbow length leather and soft fabric gloves, and a beautiful choker about her neck. Despite her appearance, she hadn't gone into character yet, and was still her normal, playful self. Right now she was trying to consciously remember her old character of Mistress Foxglove, how commanding it was, but it was causing her some distress to find she couldn't exactly remember the entire details, and yet it came so easily before in the kitchen...

The youth for his part was nervously dressing himself in the outfit he had brought with him as discussed, but it was only when he had fully dressed himself he felt a creeping despair. Under the direction of Miss Fox's imposter, he had purchased what had looked like a rather beautiful, if fanciful, maid uniform, custom-tailored to his measurements and ordered online, but now he was wearing it he could see the stitching was subpar, the measurements were off, and while he looked cute, he still felt utterly foolish... With a sigh, he sat down and averted his eyes from the mirror, only to startle as he heard a slightly impatient huff from the bedroom.
"Aren't you done yet?" He heard Miss Fox call, and he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat.
"N-no, I ... J-Just a little longer! I um..." he began, before realising she was stepping over briskly.
"Oh really, how long can it take to get-... ready..." She trailed off as she saw him in that maid uniform, freezing, staring for a moment.

Then she sighed and frowned. "...I take it my imposter ordered this?" She said gently, a look of sadness in her eyes. The young man nodded and hung his head, weeping silently again.
"It looks awful doesn't it..." She nodded and sat down beside him, pulling him into a hug, and gently wiping his tears away.
"That utter bastard." She spat, bitterly. "We'll get him, I swear; if nothing else, just so he can't do this to someone like you again." Gently taking his chin in her hands, she raised his head, and smiled softly, kissing his lips. "Do you trust me?" The nod he gave only had a hint of hesitation, and she nodded in return, taking his hands and standing him up, removing the dress entirely.

"Well, this will have to be returned for a start... but I *do* love those stockings, they are positively adorable." She commented, smiling at the black thigh-length stockings with the pretty satin ribbons upon them. "And good choice on the lingerie too, and especially good marks for effort too." She tossed the amateurishly constructed dress aside, admiring the rather beautiful matching set of dark satin and lace panties and bra, which he had managed quite surprisingly to get in his size and in good quality.

"You know... Those gloves are a lovely touch too..." She pondered, running her fingers across the elbow length black silk gloves, trimmed with white lace at the tops of the arm, and then across the pretty black and white lace choker about his throat. "And that too... The high-heels as well... So the accessories are perfect, even if the dress is not." She smiled warmly, and nodded, even as the male blushed darkly and shivered softly in the slight draft, holding his gloved hands in front of his crotch, trying to hide his cute arousal tenting those darling panties of his. She noticed and smirked, gently moving his hands aside and looking to him seriously.

"Don't be ashamed of that. It's beautiful." She said tenderly. He blushed hard in response, looking ashamed.
"B-but it's so small..." She rolled her eyes and knelt down, placing a sweet kiss upon it, and making him gasp in pleasure as she stroked against his not-inconsiderable length through his pretty underwear.
"And I find it beautiful, so there... Deal with it." She smirked and tugged his panties down quickly, giving a little moan of her own as she took his shaft into her lips. She began sucking upon it expertly, tongue circling around his shaft, squeezing his rear with one hand. The male gasped, arching his hips with a beautiful, feminine cry of pleasure.
"A-ah! M-Mistress!!" he cried out, gasping in pleasure, stroking her hair with a sobbing moan of ecstasy. She was incredible, the feel of her mouth, the perfectly skilled tongue caressing and stroking against his eager cock, and feeling her nestle close...

All of a sudden, he felt a tightness around his shaft, and her lips tucking his sac into her mouth as well, and realised with surprise she was deep-throating him, gazing up to him with adoring, gentle eyes. Taking his hand, she placed it against her throat, letting him feel the bulge there as she swallowed rhythmically, bobbing slowly and silently, drawing back only after a long moment, sliding him out of her throat with a lewd little 'pop' noise, and taking in a gasp of breath. With a grin, she licked her lips, leaving him gasping and panting, and clinging on to her with weak legs, blushing hard.

"There, you see?" she giggled. "If you really were too small, I couldn't have taken you that deep." He nodded in reply rapidly, blushing hotly, amazed by her skill.
"H-how did you..." he began, and she grinned playfully, a mischievous twinkle in her eye
"Ohhh, you want to learn how?... Well, my pet..." She began, straightening, and tapping his cock with one finger, gazing down at him with narrowed eyes. "I have *just* the way to teach you. Come here!" Suddenly, She wrapped Her fingers about his cock and turned to walk away, making the poor youth squeal in surprise, wincing and tottering after Her in the black high-heeled shoes he was still not used to wearing.

Pushing Her new pet to the floor at the foot of Her bed, the Mistress laid him down and sat upon his shoulders carefully, pressing Her already lovely and wet pussy against his lips. "Worship, pet." She commanded, as She rooted about in the aforementioned 'Toy-Chest', biting Her lower lip as She felt him obediently kiss and lap at Her cunny. He was new to it and inexperienced, but he would learn; She would make sure of that. Giving a soft little moan, She rocked Her hips gently, absently stroking his pretty cock with one hand through those panties again, fishing out something he couldn't see and closing the chest. Just as soon as he had managed to work his tongue inside Her, trembling in bliss at Her taste and the privilege of being allowed to worship Her pussy, She rose swiftly, pulling a blindfold over his eyes, and sitting him upon the bed again.

"Stay there, don't move, don't remove the blindfold, and sit with your mouth open, tongue out, and hands upon your knees, my pet." She demanded, before leaning in and brushing Her lips across his ears... In a softer tone She stroked his cheek affectionately. "And before I forget again, here is our 'Safe-word'..." She placed a ball into his trembling hands upon his lap. "Just drop it if things get too much..."

With a gentle kiss to his ear, making him quietly moan in pleasure, She rose and popped something between his teeth, strapping it behind his head. He gave a surprised, inarticulate little noise, realising he could not close his mouth, and it was held open quite wide, tongue held in the middle of a slender, but strong metal ring, fastened behind his head.

"A-auhll?? Iihehh! Uah a-ah uh ohihn u oou?" he attempted, futilely, to ask. He couldn't see what his Mistress was doing, but he felt Her fingers caress his ears sweetly and soothingly.
"Ah-ah... Good pets don't talk too much. It's alright; you'll learn my sweet pet." She murmured adoringly. "Now... the trick is to take it slow, and relax your throat... Don't worry; your Mistress isn't going to hurt you. You must trust me though... Ready?"

He trembled, whimpering softly, but he nodded gently... Feeling Her take his head in Her hand, his head was pulled forward very carefully, and he felt something smooth, thick and long slide through the ring and into his mouth. He gave a little muted squeal, then a moan, blushing hard as he realised She had placed a thick dildo through the ring-gag, and was making him pleasure it... Obediently, he began to lap and suckle carefully at it as best he could, moaning muffledly and happily, being sure to keep still as he could...

He'd practiced on a toy of his ex-girlfriend some time ago while she was out, and at the time he had been very ashamed of it but he had found he rather enjoyed the sensation of having his mouth filled with a toy cock. He often found himself wondering what a real one would taste and feel like... It was then he realised that his Mistress was wearing a strap-on, as he felt Her leather clad leg brush against his knee. He'd never dreamed of such an experience, and it came as a most welcome surprise, making him squirm gently in pleasure... 

He felt his Mistress pause, and She again brushed his ear. As much as it turned him on, he found it reassuring as well, and soothing, helping him relax as she carefully, gently teased him. Mistress Foxglove seemed to pick up on this as well and was using it to her advantage. "That feels good doesn't it, my pet? Good... Now, like I said, relax your throat, and push yourself forward... Remember to get plenty of air before you do, because it's going to slide into your throat. You might gag, it might hurt, so if it does just draw back. Keep trying, until you feel you can slide it in at once. Don't make yourself sick my pet... I won't stop you pulling back as long as you keep the head of that cock in your mouth. Do you understand?"

He gave an understanding nod and a little muffled moan, before attempting to push the toy into his throat. It was very difficult, and he felt it almost choke him a few times. Worryingly, he gagged quite violently once or twice, but with Her gentle encouragement, soothing words and tender caresses, he persevered... He was so close once, but he choked and pulled back, trying not to cough so much. He felt his Mistress loosen Her hold on his head and could feel Her tense in worry, but as he regained his breath, She gave a sigh of relief, only to let out a surprised cry as he pushed himself suddenly forward, letting out a lewd gulping noise, plunging the toy deep into his throat.

His mind raced, dizzied by the sudden sensation. He couldn't breathe, and his whole body trembled. He could feel it! That toy, pliable and flexible, was slickly buried deep in his throat! He would have moaned in pleasure if he could have made any sound at all, and despite the strange sensation, he found it extremely pleasant! Trembling, he felt his Mistress caress his softly bulged throat, and he heard Her voice praising him. He felt his throat, of its own accord, gulp and swallow around that toy urgently, and even though he knew he needed to breathe, he couldn't help but enjoy the moment.

Then he felt his Mistress pull his head back and the toy gave a wet slurping noise as She tugged it from his throat. With a gasp he took in as much air as he could, panting hard, blushing bright and shivering all over, moaning in pleasure. He heard Her giggle. "Well done! Such a good, eager pet! You forgot to breathe though, naughty girl." She punctuated that with a little swat to his rear, making him give a muffled little squeal, blushing darkly at being called a girl. He would have thought to protest but the thought of being dressed up and referred to as a girl, and being submissive to a woman like this, turned him on more than he ever imagined...

Removing the ring-gag and blindfold, his Mistress smiled and sat down, patting her lap. "Come here, pretty girl. Sit upon your Mistress's lap." Obeying, he moved over and sat upon Her knees, blushing at the slickened, thick toy that protruded from the harness around Her hips. There was silence for a moment before She cocked her head.
"Do you think that is my lap, dear pet?" She asked, levelly... Her pet blushed hard, and raised himself with a timid whimper, tugging aside his panties and exposing his tight rear, lowering himself to sit upon the tip of that toy...

"M-Mistress, p-please, it's... I've n-never-" She cut him off by sliding two very slick fingers against his tight hole, making him gasp and then squeal in delight and surprise at the two leather clad fingers slid slowly into his ever so tight rear.
"Never had your pretty pussy filled with a cock, my pet? I gathered, but that's about to change. You are my pet, and as such, you must learn some basics... This is one of them..." With a wry smile, She reached about him, letting him steady himself against Her shoulder. Her lube-slickened fingers began to probe and pump inside his rear, Her other hand reaching around to stroke and tease at his cock. The effect was electric, and he cried out in passion, moaning out, bucking his hips... 

As if to tease and torment him further, She drew her hands back suddenly, and then gripped his hips. "There... That should get you nice and wet... Now sit down, pet, and receive your treat..." She didn't wait for him to comply, and slowly lowered him onto the shaft. He gave another gasp and a squeak as he felt it press against his hole insistently.

"B-but Mistress it's so bi-*aaaahh!!*" his protest was cut off almost instantly by a rush of surprise pleasure, and a small, dull ache as the toy penetrated into his behind. Though it was just a toy, he could swear he heard his Mistress groan in pleasure too, and as She pulled him slowly down upon her lap, inch after inch of that toy sinking into his rear, he felt Her lips caress at his ear, Her breasts nestled against his back and Her hands adoringly cupping his balls, and stroking his cock.

"You were saying, dear pet?" She breathed, relishing his cries and moans of pleasure, Her hips gently thrusting, bouncing him on Her lap, giggling as that toy disappeared again and again into his behind. "Your cunny is ever so tight, true, but it seems it knows what it wants, is this not true? Look ahead of you, my pet"

He opened his eyes, and gasped, blushing hard, seeing a full length mirror before him, and seeing everything from his feminine body in that beautiful lingerie and choker, to his Mistress's 'cock' thrusting into his rear again and again, his own shaft giving actual spurts of pre-cum over his lap. "Good girl...!" She gasped, cupping a 'breast' of her pet and tweaking a nipple, Her other hand stroking his pretty cock quicker and firmer, making him cry out louder in ecstasy. "How does it feel?"

"It-ahh!... It f-feels... it f-f-feels...!" he began, stammering between moans and sobs of ecstasy, his climax beginning to rise despite his best efforts.
"It feels what, my pretty girl?" She asked again, kissing his neck, giving a playful little bite there just to hear him squeal in ecstasy.
"It feels...! O-oh god I c-can't, I ca-can't hold it b-ba-*ohhh!!*" He cried out again as she nipped a little at his ear.
"Answer me, dear pet. How does it feel to ride a nice thick cock, to feel your pretty pussy filled and fucked? How do you feel as your Mistress's pet?" Again She insisted, coolly, levelly... He couldn't hear the shuddering in Her voice, nor with the rhythmic slap of his rear down onto Her thighs could he hear the heavy purr of a toy inside his Mistress. 

It was more than he could bear. Shame and fear would have held him back before but now, as he felt his climax rising higher, as he felt his new Mistress make love to him as if he was a girl and she were the male, as he felt her lips across his ears and neck, her repeated, yet gentle demands to hear in his own words how he felt, and as he watched all this through the mirror before them, he let out a beautiful, feminine cry in answer.

"M-Mistress, I f-feel wonderful!" He moaned desperately. "It f-feels good, s-so good! P-please fuck my pussy! Please, Mistress! I beg you!!", and with a passionate sobbing cry of utter bliss, he felt his cock jump, his balls tighten, and his seed spurt over his Mistress's hand and his lap, Her arms pulling him tight down onto Her lap as Her hips jerked sporadically, as if imitating Her own orgasm inside him, kissing his neck and ears adoringly as She moaned his name, praising him for being a good pet...

It was a little while before he finally came down off the powerful orgasm, trembling all over, feeling his rear still squeezing and milking reflexively about the toy in his behind... Steadily, Miss Fox lifted him off her 'cock' and removed the harness, laying him down upon his back on the bed and resting beside him with a shudder. It was then he became aware that she had turned off a toy, and had slid something out from her cunny with a shivering moan of pleasure, setting aside an egg vibrator which had pleasured her while she made love to her pet. Kissing his neck and chest and lips, she smiled adoringly, nestling close.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" She asked soothingly. He nodded gently in reply, moaning as a soft shudder ran through his body like electric, before turning to nestle in nice and close, not wanting to get his cum all over her outfit and ruin it. She seemed amused and gently took a soft towel to clean him up, before kissing his lips, and embracing him fully. For a long moment they lay there, kissing, caressing and exploring each other softly and slowly, the young male beginning to relax again. It was some time before she spoke again, with a warm smile.

"So... When should we next meet, hm?" Miss Fox asked with a gentle smile. The young man looked confused and his cheeks flushed softly.
"N-next time?"
"Mhm. Next time we have to make sure you have a nice, well-made dress, and we have to make sure to get your look right. I could do with teaching you how to apply make-up properly as well. How does that sound?"
"I... Th-that sounds wonderful Misstr-mmp?" he blinked as she put a finger to his lips with a warm smile.
"I'm not your Mistress right now, honey... but I'd like to be again, if that's alright by you. You *will* have to take me out on another date though." She giggled as she saw him blush, and he began to laugh too, hugging her tight.



It was quite some time before Miss Fox was the young man's Mistress again, but they went on several dates before then, and met regularly. They found themselves quite deeply in love with each other, and it wasn't too long after that the one who had defrauded the young man was arrested, his money returned, giving the young man a rather large windfall, with which he used to move in with Miss Fox... It was the beginning of a passionate and adoring relationship, and not their last adventure together...

And so that was how the Mistress came to find Her perfect Pet, and how Her Pet found the perfect Mistress...