Mistress Katrina and I - revised
This has to be one of the strangest series of encounters I ever had. Parts of it, too, were fantastically sexy. It's a long post but hopefully you'll enjoy.
Back in the late 1990's through the mid-2000's Craigslist personal ads were an amazingly fertile place to meet women. Sadly, at least in the SF Bay Area where I live, that's no longer the case.
Nowadays it's almost nothing but spammers, email phishers, cam and escort girls, and the weird-shut-in-pic-collecting trolls.
In 2004 I came across an ad, wherein a guy, allegedly the male "master" of a woman, claimed he was sending his "slave" to a mid-day movie and wanted to find a guy to approach her, randomly from her perspective, and let things develop right there in the sparsely populated theater.
She was described as petite, asian, mid-30's and beautiful.
I responded with a bit of info. about me and a picture. Sure enough I was told to go to a movie theater for a flick starting around noon, that she would be in the very back row. I was to sit next to her (even though the theater had like 5 people in it) and see what happened.
I was wary and nervous but sat down in the seat immediately to her left.
She didn't acknowledge me. The previews were playing and she was texting on her phone.
Her shirt, a button down, was 1/2 open and I could clearly see her entire right breast.
My heart was beating fast but I wasted no time and put my hand inside her shirt and began tweaking her nipple and breast. She didn't display ANY alarm at all so I kept doing it, to both breasts.
This went on for several minutes as she kept texting. I was going from nervous to extremely excited, quickly. Lights dimmed fully and the movie started. She reached down to her purse, pulled out a vibrator, turned it on low-speed, spread her legs slightly (she had a skirt on) and slid it inside.
For a few minutes I continued playing with her breasts and she sat quietly with the vib inside.
Finally, I took the vibe and started moving it in and out of her, pulled her skirt up so I could see, too.
She reached over, unbuttoned my jeans and freed my cock.
One thing to keep in mind: An usher was walking up and down the aisles. I wore a black sport jacket and had removed it, keeping it around my knees and thighs so we could cover up our activities when he walked by.
So there we were, still haven't exchanged a single word, me sliding a vibe in and out of her while she stroked my cock. Perhaps this went on for 10 minutes. It became obvious she was about to cum. As her upper body bucked I, too, orgasmed in her hand.
So now what? A couple minutes passed as we recovered. She put the vibrator back in her purse.
I then got on my knees between her legs, put my jacket over my head and shoulders in order to be unseen by the usher, and brought her to orgasm in my mouth in only a couple minutes. She tasted and smelled fantastic. Her body would be perfect for a ballet dancer.
Lithe, petite, small breasts, a perfectly round ass, strong thighs and carmel skin. I later found out she was Fillipino.
After she came in my mouth, I sat back on my chair. The first words she uttered were: "do you have a condom".
I said yes and produced one from my pocket. She got on her knees, put the condom over my cock, and proceeded to give me incredible head. After 5 or 10 minutes I was on the verge of cumming again only 20 minutes after I came in her hand.
Unfortunately, despite my efforts to keep us hidden from the usher, I started thinking he was on to us.
I pushed her away from me, achingly close to cumming, unfortunately.
She got back in her seat and I pulled my pants up. Shortly after she thanked me and left the theater.
I'd guess this all took place over an hour or so. Have no idea what the movie was btw. I shortly after followed in leaving.
Of course when I got home I emailed the person who set this up and expressed how hot the whole thing was, what a beauty she was.
I got an email from her saying she had fun and that I did quite well. She also claimed she had no idea anything was going to happen, that her master hadn't told her. She suspected something had been planned once she saw how I used the coat to hide us, that I just happened to have a condom handy.
I was, apparently, well prepared.
In response I asked her if she'd consider a 3 way with another woman friend I was seeing.
A few days later, that happened. Also exquisite though it was mostly about the 2 girls. In fact, they tied me down to my bed and made me watch them do oral on each other. They both came in my mouth, too. I didn't orgasm but it hardly mattered.
Few days later I get email from her asking if I had ever considered being a submissive.
Well, the answer was, and is, no. Ok, I guess from time to time I like to restrain a woman, or be restrained, but all in all I prefer to give and take with those kinds of power dynamics spontaneously.
I'm certainly not submissive in my day to day life, either.
Nonetheless, I asked what she thought my role would be if I agreed to participate.
In essence, it wasn't about her dominating me, like, whips and chains, it was more about her having control over my arousal, especially her having the say as to when and how often I orgasmed.
Once she agreed that I could still see my other woman friend from time to time and orgasm freely with her, I decided to go ahead.
So then what happened?
Well, I'll tell ya.
First off we had to wait a couple weeks to get started because I was moving to a different place - had no time to do much anything aside from moving, with her or the lady I occasionally saw.
Finally I settle in my new place and we get going.
The first thing we did?
She picked me up one afternoon and went for a bite to eat. She wore a knit sweater that did absolutely nothing to cover her braless breasts, a dangerously short skirt, no panties, which she made obvious as I drove us to lunch. This girl was fearless!
After eating she wanted to drive up the highway to a thrift store. During the whole drive she sat in the passenger seat lightly touching her clit.
Plus I have to say she was totally natural in doing all this stuff. Nothing tawdry or juvenile-sneaky in her attitude. She owned it and was obviously comfortable in her skin.
Go in the thrift store and she requests that I pick out a skirt. A skirt? Uhhh. Ok, sure, why not.
I buy a skirt and she has me drive behind a huge box-store, a furniture place. She tells me to remove my pants and put the flimsy skirt on right there in the front seat. Now we're going into territory I've never been in 'cos dressing in women's clothing is the farthest thing from my mind.
Nevertheless I put it on. There's no one around behind the store at this time. She has me get out and lean on the hood of my car, stands and admires me for a few, then begins grinding her amazing ass on me. So here I am behind a huge, suburban furniture store, leaning on the hood of my car, my cock fully erect under this little silky skirt, and a Filipino beauty wearing a see-through knit top and mini-skirt is standing in front of me looking at me like I'm a meal, all in broad daylight on a hot, summer day. Jesus H!
I get back in the drivers seat. She kneels over me, facing me, and asks me to open the sunroof so she doesn't have to bend her neck, opens her top and tells me to play with her nipples - hands only, no mouth. She pulls her skirt up and starts masturbating. By now a truck has pulled in to a loading dock behind and to the side of my car. My cock was pushing up towards her pussy but not touching. She has a rippling orgasm a couple minutes later and you got to figure the guy in the truck could tell what was going on.
Incredible, again!
Drove home, dropped her at her car and got my pants on before I walked into my house.
She instructed me to get myself right at the edge of orgasm repeatedly during the rest of the day and night but to definitely not orgasm.
Phew!
This became the norm in the weeks to come. She'd have me masturbate and edge myself over and over w/out cumming. Other days she'd request I do nothing at all. Rarely she'd let me make myself cum. I totally admit that the whole situation was making for some of the strongest erotic tension, the most extreme levels of being excited, ever.
Forward about 10 days from the thrift store/skirt event.
Was at work preparing to leave and make the 20 minutes drive up the highway.
Got an email before I left and she instructed me to give myself an orgasm while I drove home. It was 10 p.m. or so, dark, fortunately.
It would be the first time I'd cum since abiding by her "schedule". I came with extreme intensity, quickly, at 70 mph, and made a hell-of-a-mess. Can't deny how powerful it was, for sure.
I was beginning to understand the nature of her game. She truly wasn't trying to control my life - she was trying to get me to levels of excitement that were unprecedented, as well as get herself turned on.
Remember, she had a master, and it may well have been that she was doing this at his behest, or, perhaps he was making her do it in order to take advantage of the lust it caused in her. That part I'll never know. She did tell me that she usually had a hard time getting to orgasm, but with me, whether with oral, her vibe, or her masturbating, she was cumming easily.
By this time she'd asked me to name one fantasy that I wanted to do, something I'd never done previously.
Indeed there was/is one (which I've still not enjoyed to this day).
It is: to be fucked by a beautiful woman wearing a small strap-on. There are caveats however.
She has to have a mini-vibrator against her clit, under the strap-on. I want to be on my back, her leaning over me, breasts available to my mouth. All the while she's stroking my cock as she gently fucks me. Finally, most importantly, we both orgasm at the same time.
Mistress Katrina said that this was a distinct possibility "If I did well" as she put it, under her direction.
So now we have a goal to work towards? Uhhh. Ok. All new to me.
We're now about a month after the movie theater, btw, and there's about another month or so to come, as follows.
I continued to follow her wishes about when I orgasmed. It wasn't easy for someone who, to this day, usually orgasms once if not several times a day (I did hang out with my other lady friend a couple times during all this and orgasmed with her, otherwise I was at Katrina's behest).
She requested that I go to a dept. store, engage a pretty saleswoman in order to buy 5 colors of tiny panties, ostensibly for my girlfriend. After buying them I was instructed to go to a public bathroom in the shopping mall and try each pair on.
Can't honestly say this did much for me. On the other hand, her request was that I take pictures of myself during various masturbation sessions at home, none of which I was to orgasm, and send them to her with my cock overwhelming the panties when fully hard, were fun.
She had me buy a pair of those short shorts folks wear when they run. They usually wear them over lycra. They were completely sheer, blue, and short. She requested I wear them when I had to go downtown for errands. Much as I love being an exhibitionist, doing things in public where I could offend someone, or have a youngster see me, or an evangelical-zealot, much less getting charged with indecent exposure? Not good, not sexy, either. I high-tailed through my errands w/out problems. Also w/out being turned on in the least.
Another time she asked me to wear the same shorts during a recording session at my house with a client. I did, though wore boxers underneath. It was a hot day so it didn't look too out-of-place. She stopped by the session and listened for awhile. I walked her out to her car. As she got in the drivers seat, she, once again w/out panties under her short skirt, lingered and exposed her pussy to me for a couple minutes while we chatted, me standing in the street. I got fully hard and had to quickly recover after she drove off so as to return to my client. Still, seeing her with her legs spread, her shaved pussy visible while she stared at my erection and smiled.... wow.
Another time I wore the same thing-boxers under the running shorts-and met her for lunch at a quiet, outdoor cafe near her work.
Same thing. Got totally hard in front of her as I watched her get in her car, lingering for me to see as before. As usual, whatever top she'd wear did very little to cover her gorgeous, tiny breasts.
She had me buy a thin, long vibrator which she asked me to put in my ass and hold it against my prostate during numerous, mostly orgasm-less masturbations.
It wasn't unfamiliar. If you've practiced Taoist erotic exercises as I have, you'll learn to massage the prostate, both for health and pleasure. Nonetheless, given that I was largely refraining from having orgasms, it was stupendously good.
(I doubt I've ever flowed such enormous amounts of pre-cum as I did during those sessions. It's one of the great benefits of prostate stimulation-tremendous amounts of pre-cum)
I don't recall how many times but at least once she allowed me to cum while doing this. Again, as in the car driving home from work, it nearly broke my back with intensity.
Also, as time went on, the few times she'd have me cum resulted in unbelievable amounts of semen. Even when I was younger I can't recall more than a few times that I ever came so copiously, or had so many contractions. Such are the benefits of being that deeply turned on, so close to orgasm so many times w/out sating the need for release.
She requested one afternoon, via email, that I drive somewhere in my town, park the car on a street, and make myself cum.
This I tried but didn't like. It was broad daylight, virtually impossible potentially nearby.
Again, getting caught, potentially freaking people out - it's just not my thing. Not at all.
I lied to her this time. After quickly giving up in the car I came home and orgasmed, but told her I'd cum as she'd instructed.
There was one final in person encounter between Mistress Katrina and I.
(At this point I had been following her instructions, save for in the car, to the letter. Maybe I'd had 6 or 10 orgasms, all-tolled, over this 6 or 8 week period, and credit to Katrina because the amount of sexual energy flowing through my body was simply outrageous. Those few orgasms I had had were just surreal in their intensity. And I have to admit that the couple times I was with my other lady friend during all this were some stunningly good performances if I do say so myself)
Katrina stops by. I'm home working wearing shorts, no shirt, 'cos it was hot as hell that day.
(I should say during this whole period I was cycling and working out a ton. At least for me, I was totally buff)
She, again in a short short skirt, sits on my bed and we chat a bit. Finally she leans back, pulls her skirt up, and tells me to put the tip of my tongue on the tip of her clit. I wasn't to move my it at all, just hold it stiffly on her. I would have killed to be allowed to make her cum but after 5 minutes or so doing this she pushed me back. She was right on the edge of orgasm. Truly, I'm not a "parts" guy when it comes to a woman's body, but Katrina truly did have one of the most beautiful pussies and most lovely clitoris's I've ever been with. Amazing.
She has me stand and tells me to take my shorts off.
This moment is burned in my memory.
As my shorts dropped to the floor, her leaning back with her legs open, pussy wet and so totally beautiful, my cock literally sprang free. Despite not having touched myself, or been touched by her, I was fully erect, as hard as I can be, literally dripping pre-cum as I stood there.
There was no zero-to-60 whatsoever. It was like an archetypal level of arousal - some kind of primal, deep manifestation of sexual need. Pure desire at a maximum level.
She had me sit in a chair right in front of her as she continued leaning back, told me she wanted to watch me make myself cum.
It might not have looked that intense if you were watching, but knowing the context and build-up - 6 or 8 weeks of stuff - you can probably imagine.
I was completely slippery from pre-cum, like, unreal amounts of it. I don't suppose it went on more than another 5 minutes. Me sitting there as turned on as I can possibly be, her in front of me still leaning back with her legs open, skirt pulled up, watching me like a hawk.
My touch on myself was totally slow, totally light, because it was the only way to prolong the situation. Had I tried I could have orgasmed almost instantly but even as it was it could only have been 5 minutes. 5 of the most intense minutes of unadulterated excitement, right on the edge of orgasm the entire time. Both of us, eyes open with no shame, no inhibition, watching and being watched, as turned-on as a person can get.
She was stunningly beautiful during this whole thing, and seeing how she looked at me it made me feel beautiful, powerful, empowered.
Not sure I can explain it properly. It just felt like the essence of eroticism, like pure male and pure female sexual energy at a peak.
I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my entire life. Hard to explain how intense on so many levels. It was staggering.
My hamstrings were sore for days because of how powerful the contractions were. No exaggeration at all.
To this day, and in the years since, I've had countless orgasms thinking about this event, especially her face and eyes on me during my cum. Makes me shaky just to type it, honestly.
Helluva way for her to take a break from work, eh?
Well by now, as good as the eroticism was, my normal self was getting ancy. I wanted to cum more. I needed to cum more. I wanted to know who she really was, too, not her fake name "Katrina" but her real name. I figured if I was going to let someone control my nervous system to this extent, I ought to at least know her name.
"Katrina" had accidentally signed one of her emails, with her real name, in the course of setting up another 3 way with my sometimes playmate - same one involved in the earlier 3-some. My friend had a 3-some with Katrina and her 'master' at a later time.
My pal told me her real name. I knew she worked in genetic research North of San Francisco.
She was Filipino and her name was unusual in America. Combine that with genetic research and it's an easy search.
With no effort on Google, I found her at the company's website with a picture of her, her husband and k**s.
Sent an email using her real name.
Needless to say, this did not go over well. At all.
She chided me saying: "you've been doing so well, there's so much pleasure awaiting you, we haven't done your strap-on fantasy and you haven't yet fucked me, etc. etc"
Me finding out her real name was the end. Aside from the email in which she chided me, I never heard from her again.
One time a couple years later I saw someone posting on Craigslist asking if they knew where she was. Whoever it was described the same person-of that I'm sure. Whatever relationship he had had with her, he was still in lust.
Maybe there were lots of guys like me she played with? Would not be surprised.
I couldn't have continued letting her control my sexual nervous system. It's just not in my nature to let anyone control me. I guess it's just as well that it ended when it did.
But I can't deny that she created some of the more erotic situations I've ever experienced and caused me to have some of the most intense levels of arousal, the strongest orgasms, ever.
Long live Mistress Katrina, whoever and wherever you are.
Back in the late 1990's through the mid-2000's Craigslist personal ads were an amazingly fertile place to meet women. Sadly, at least in the SF Bay Area where I live, that's no longer the case.
Nowadays it's almost nothing but spammers, email phishers, cam and escort girls, and the weird-shut-in-pic-collecting trolls.
In 2004 I came across an ad, wherein a guy, allegedly the male "master" of a woman, claimed he was sending his "slave" to a mid-day movie and wanted to find a guy to approach her, randomly from her perspective, and let things develop right there in the sparsely populated theater.
She was described as petite, asian, mid-30's and beautiful.
I responded with a bit of info. about me and a picture. Sure enough I was told to go to a movie theater for a flick starting around noon, that she would be in the very back row. I was to sit next to her (even though the theater had like 5 people in it) and see what happened.
I was wary and nervous but sat down in the seat immediately to her left.
She didn't acknowledge me. The previews were playing and she was texting on her phone.
Her shirt, a button down, was 1/2 open and I could clearly see her entire right breast.
My heart was beating fast but I wasted no time and put my hand inside her shirt and began tweaking her nipple and breast. She didn't display ANY alarm at all so I kept doing it, to both breasts.
This went on for several minutes as she kept texting. I was going from nervous to extremely excited, quickly. Lights dimmed fully and the movie started. She reached down to her purse, pulled out a vibrator, turned it on low-speed, spread her legs slightly (she had a skirt on) and slid it inside.
For a few minutes I continued playing with her breasts and she sat quietly with the vib inside.
Finally, I took the vibe and started moving it in and out of her, pulled her skirt up so I could see, too.
She reached over, unbuttoned my jeans and freed my cock.
One thing to keep in mind: An usher was walking up and down the aisles. I wore a black sport jacket and had removed it, keeping it around my knees and thighs so we could cover up our activities when he walked by.
So there we were, still haven't exchanged a single word, me sliding a vibe in and out of her while she stroked my cock. Perhaps this went on for 10 minutes. It became obvious she was about to cum. As her upper body bucked I, too, orgasmed in her hand.
So now what? A couple minutes passed as we recovered. She put the vibrator back in her purse.
I then got on my knees between her legs, put my jacket over my head and shoulders in order to be unseen by the usher, and brought her to orgasm in my mouth in only a couple minutes. She tasted and smelled fantastic. Her body would be perfect for a ballet dancer.
Lithe, petite, small breasts, a perfectly round ass, strong thighs and carmel skin. I later found out she was Fillipino.
After she came in my mouth, I sat back on my chair. The first words she uttered were: "do you have a condom".
I said yes and produced one from my pocket. She got on her knees, put the condom over my cock, and proceeded to give me incredible head. After 5 or 10 minutes I was on the verge of cumming again only 20 minutes after I came in her hand.
Unfortunately, despite my efforts to keep us hidden from the usher, I started thinking he was on to us.
I pushed her away from me, achingly close to cumming, unfortunately.
She got back in her seat and I pulled my pants up. Shortly after she thanked me and left the theater.
I'd guess this all took place over an hour or so. Have no idea what the movie was btw. I shortly after followed in leaving.
Of course when I got home I emailed the person who set this up and expressed how hot the whole thing was, what a beauty she was.
I got an email from her saying she had fun and that I did quite well. She also claimed she had no idea anything was going to happen, that her master hadn't told her. She suspected something had been planned once she saw how I used the coat to hide us, that I just happened to have a condom handy.
I was, apparently, well prepared.
In response I asked her if she'd consider a 3 way with another woman friend I was seeing.
A few days later, that happened. Also exquisite though it was mostly about the 2 girls. In fact, they tied me down to my bed and made me watch them do oral on each other. They both came in my mouth, too. I didn't orgasm but it hardly mattered.
Few days later I get email from her asking if I had ever considered being a submissive.
Well, the answer was, and is, no. Ok, I guess from time to time I like to restrain a woman, or be restrained, but all in all I prefer to give and take with those kinds of power dynamics spontaneously.
I'm certainly not submissive in my day to day life, either.
Nonetheless, I asked what she thought my role would be if I agreed to participate.
In essence, it wasn't about her dominating me, like, whips and chains, it was more about her having control over my arousal, especially her having the say as to when and how often I orgasmed.
Once she agreed that I could still see my other woman friend from time to time and orgasm freely with her, I decided to go ahead.
So then what happened?
Well, I'll tell ya.
First off we had to wait a couple weeks to get started because I was moving to a different place - had no time to do much anything aside from moving, with her or the lady I occasionally saw.
Finally I settle in my new place and we get going.
The first thing we did?
She picked me up one afternoon and went for a bite to eat. She wore a knit sweater that did absolutely nothing to cover her braless breasts, a dangerously short skirt, no panties, which she made obvious as I drove us to lunch. This girl was fearless!
After eating she wanted to drive up the highway to a thrift store. During the whole drive she sat in the passenger seat lightly touching her clit.
Plus I have to say she was totally natural in doing all this stuff. Nothing tawdry or juvenile-sneaky in her attitude. She owned it and was obviously comfortable in her skin.
Go in the thrift store and she requests that I pick out a skirt. A skirt? Uhhh. Ok, sure, why not.
I buy a skirt and she has me drive behind a huge box-store, a furniture place. She tells me to remove my pants and put the flimsy skirt on right there in the front seat. Now we're going into territory I've never been in 'cos dressing in women's clothing is the farthest thing from my mind.
Nevertheless I put it on. There's no one around behind the store at this time. She has me get out and lean on the hood of my car, stands and admires me for a few, then begins grinding her amazing ass on me. So here I am behind a huge, suburban furniture store, leaning on the hood of my car, my cock fully erect under this little silky skirt, and a Filipino beauty wearing a see-through knit top and mini-skirt is standing in front of me looking at me like I'm a meal, all in broad daylight on a hot, summer day. Jesus H!
I get back in the drivers seat. She kneels over me, facing me, and asks me to open the sunroof so she doesn't have to bend her neck, opens her top and tells me to play with her nipples - hands only, no mouth. She pulls her skirt up and starts masturbating. By now a truck has pulled in to a loading dock behind and to the side of my car. My cock was pushing up towards her pussy but not touching. She has a rippling orgasm a couple minutes later and you got to figure the guy in the truck could tell what was going on.
Incredible, again!
Drove home, dropped her at her car and got my pants on before I walked into my house.
She instructed me to get myself right at the edge of orgasm repeatedly during the rest of the day and night but to definitely not orgasm.
Phew!
This became the norm in the weeks to come. She'd have me masturbate and edge myself over and over w/out cumming. Other days she'd request I do nothing at all. Rarely she'd let me make myself cum. I totally admit that the whole situation was making for some of the strongest erotic tension, the most extreme levels of being excited, ever.
Forward about 10 days from the thrift store/skirt event.
Was at work preparing to leave and make the 20 minutes drive up the highway.
Got an email before I left and she instructed me to give myself an orgasm while I drove home. It was 10 p.m. or so, dark, fortunately.
It would be the first time I'd cum since abiding by her "schedule". I came with extreme intensity, quickly, at 70 mph, and made a hell-of-a-mess. Can't deny how powerful it was, for sure.
I was beginning to understand the nature of her game. She truly wasn't trying to control my life - she was trying to get me to levels of excitement that were unprecedented, as well as get herself turned on.
Remember, she had a master, and it may well have been that she was doing this at his behest, or, perhaps he was making her do it in order to take advantage of the lust it caused in her. That part I'll never know. She did tell me that she usually had a hard time getting to orgasm, but with me, whether with oral, her vibe, or her masturbating, she was cumming easily.
By this time she'd asked me to name one fantasy that I wanted to do, something I'd never done previously.
Indeed there was/is one (which I've still not enjoyed to this day).
It is: to be fucked by a beautiful woman wearing a small strap-on. There are caveats however.
She has to have a mini-vibrator against her clit, under the strap-on. I want to be on my back, her leaning over me, breasts available to my mouth. All the while she's stroking my cock as she gently fucks me. Finally, most importantly, we both orgasm at the same time.
Mistress Katrina said that this was a distinct possibility "If I did well" as she put it, under her direction.
So now we have a goal to work towards? Uhhh. Ok. All new to me.
We're now about a month after the movie theater, btw, and there's about another month or so to come, as follows.
I continued to follow her wishes about when I orgasmed. It wasn't easy for someone who, to this day, usually orgasms once if not several times a day (I did hang out with my other lady friend a couple times during all this and orgasmed with her, otherwise I was at Katrina's behest).
She requested that I go to a dept. store, engage a pretty saleswoman in order to buy 5 colors of tiny panties, ostensibly for my girlfriend. After buying them I was instructed to go to a public bathroom in the shopping mall and try each pair on.
Can't honestly say this did much for me. On the other hand, her request was that I take pictures of myself during various masturbation sessions at home, none of which I was to orgasm, and send them to her with my cock overwhelming the panties when fully hard, were fun.
She had me buy a pair of those short shorts folks wear when they run. They usually wear them over lycra. They were completely sheer, blue, and short. She requested I wear them when I had to go downtown for errands. Much as I love being an exhibitionist, doing things in public where I could offend someone, or have a youngster see me, or an evangelical-zealot, much less getting charged with indecent exposure? Not good, not sexy, either. I high-tailed through my errands w/out problems. Also w/out being turned on in the least.
Another time she asked me to wear the same shorts during a recording session at my house with a client. I did, though wore boxers underneath. It was a hot day so it didn't look too out-of-place. She stopped by the session and listened for awhile. I walked her out to her car. As she got in the drivers seat, she, once again w/out panties under her short skirt, lingered and exposed her pussy to me for a couple minutes while we chatted, me standing in the street. I got fully hard and had to quickly recover after she drove off so as to return to my client. Still, seeing her with her legs spread, her shaved pussy visible while she stared at my erection and smiled.... wow.
Another time I wore the same thing-boxers under the running shorts-and met her for lunch at a quiet, outdoor cafe near her work.
Same thing. Got totally hard in front of her as I watched her get in her car, lingering for me to see as before. As usual, whatever top she'd wear did very little to cover her gorgeous, tiny breasts.
She had me buy a thin, long vibrator which she asked me to put in my ass and hold it against my prostate during numerous, mostly orgasm-less masturbations.
It wasn't unfamiliar. If you've practiced Taoist erotic exercises as I have, you'll learn to massage the prostate, both for health and pleasure. Nonetheless, given that I was largely refraining from having orgasms, it was stupendously good.
(I doubt I've ever flowed such enormous amounts of pre-cum as I did during those sessions. It's one of the great benefits of prostate stimulation-tremendous amounts of pre-cum)
I don't recall how many times but at least once she allowed me to cum while doing this. Again, as in the car driving home from work, it nearly broke my back with intensity.
Also, as time went on, the few times she'd have me cum resulted in unbelievable amounts of semen. Even when I was younger I can't recall more than a few times that I ever came so copiously, or had so many contractions. Such are the benefits of being that deeply turned on, so close to orgasm so many times w/out sating the need for release.
She requested one afternoon, via email, that I drive somewhere in my town, park the car on a street, and make myself cum.
This I tried but didn't like. It was broad daylight, virtually impossible potentially nearby.
Again, getting caught, potentially freaking people out - it's just not my thing. Not at all.
I lied to her this time. After quickly giving up in the car I came home and orgasmed, but told her I'd cum as she'd instructed.
There was one final in person encounter between Mistress Katrina and I.
(At this point I had been following her instructions, save for in the car, to the letter. Maybe I'd had 6 or 10 orgasms, all-tolled, over this 6 or 8 week period, and credit to Katrina because the amount of sexual energy flowing through my body was simply outrageous. Those few orgasms I had had were just surreal in their intensity. And I have to admit that the couple times I was with my other lady friend during all this were some stunningly good performances if I do say so myself)
Katrina stops by. I'm home working wearing shorts, no shirt, 'cos it was hot as hell that day.
(I should say during this whole period I was cycling and working out a ton. At least for me, I was totally buff)
She, again in a short short skirt, sits on my bed and we chat a bit. Finally she leans back, pulls her skirt up, and tells me to put the tip of my tongue on the tip of her clit. I wasn't to move my it at all, just hold it stiffly on her. I would have killed to be allowed to make her cum but after 5 minutes or so doing this she pushed me back. She was right on the edge of orgasm. Truly, I'm not a "parts" guy when it comes to a woman's body, but Katrina truly did have one of the most beautiful pussies and most lovely clitoris's I've ever been with. Amazing.
She has me stand and tells me to take my shorts off.
This moment is burned in my memory.
As my shorts dropped to the floor, her leaning back with her legs open, pussy wet and so totally beautiful, my cock literally sprang free. Despite not having touched myself, or been touched by her, I was fully erect, as hard as I can be, literally dripping pre-cum as I stood there.
There was no zero-to-60 whatsoever. It was like an archetypal level of arousal - some kind of primal, deep manifestation of sexual need. Pure desire at a maximum level.
She had me sit in a chair right in front of her as she continued leaning back, told me she wanted to watch me make myself cum.
It might not have looked that intense if you were watching, but knowing the context and build-up - 6 or 8 weeks of stuff - you can probably imagine.
I was completely slippery from pre-cum, like, unreal amounts of it. I don't suppose it went on more than another 5 minutes. Me sitting there as turned on as I can possibly be, her in front of me still leaning back with her legs open, skirt pulled up, watching me like a hawk.
My touch on myself was totally slow, totally light, because it was the only way to prolong the situation. Had I tried I could have orgasmed almost instantly but even as it was it could only have been 5 minutes. 5 of the most intense minutes of unadulterated excitement, right on the edge of orgasm the entire time. Both of us, eyes open with no shame, no inhibition, watching and being watched, as turned-on as a person can get.
She was stunningly beautiful during this whole thing, and seeing how she looked at me it made me feel beautiful, powerful, empowered.
Not sure I can explain it properly. It just felt like the essence of eroticism, like pure male and pure female sexual energy at a peak.
I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my entire life. Hard to explain how intense on so many levels. It was staggering.
My hamstrings were sore for days because of how powerful the contractions were. No exaggeration at all.
To this day, and in the years since, I've had countless orgasms thinking about this event, especially her face and eyes on me during my cum. Makes me shaky just to type it, honestly.
Helluva way for her to take a break from work, eh?
Well by now, as good as the eroticism was, my normal self was getting ancy. I wanted to cum more. I needed to cum more. I wanted to know who she really was, too, not her fake name "Katrina" but her real name. I figured if I was going to let someone control my nervous system to this extent, I ought to at least know her name.
"Katrina" had accidentally signed one of her emails, with her real name, in the course of setting up another 3 way with my sometimes playmate - same one involved in the earlier 3-some. My friend had a 3-some with Katrina and her 'master' at a later time.
My pal told me her real name. I knew she worked in genetic research North of San Francisco.
She was Filipino and her name was unusual in America. Combine that with genetic research and it's an easy search.
With no effort on Google, I found her at the company's website with a picture of her, her husband and k**s.
Sent an email using her real name.
Needless to say, this did not go over well. At all.
She chided me saying: "you've been doing so well, there's so much pleasure awaiting you, we haven't done your strap-on fantasy and you haven't yet fucked me, etc. etc"
Me finding out her real name was the end. Aside from the email in which she chided me, I never heard from her again.
One time a couple years later I saw someone posting on Craigslist asking if they knew where she was. Whoever it was described the same person-of that I'm sure. Whatever relationship he had had with her, he was still in lust.
Maybe there were lots of guys like me she played with? Would not be surprised.
I couldn't have continued letting her control my sexual nervous system. It's just not in my nature to let anyone control me. I guess it's just as well that it ended when it did.
But I can't deny that she created some of the more erotic situations I've ever experienced and caused me to have some of the most intense levels of arousal, the strongest orgasms, ever.
Long live Mistress Katrina, whoever and wherever you are.
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