The Go Game ©

"To Mistress Ann, who has shared knowledge and given me experience which makes writing possible."

Chapter 3: Through the Door (revision 2)

When the five minutes were over, he didn't hesitate, but quickly got out of the car and headed for the house. William reached the door with a broad mix of emotions. He felt quite a bit of trepidation about what he was heading into, but also a great deal of excitement and anticipation. His erection was no longer straining in his slacks, but it he still felt an incredible sense of sexual arousal and a shiver ran through his body as his finger pushed the bell beside the door. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for the door to open. Over the years William had plenty of lovers, mostly young teaching assistants and college office staff, but he had never met a woman like Suzanne or stepped into a situation like the one he faced now. Oh, he had fantasized about sexual games of dominance and submission, but it had never gone beyond that. Now he was about to hand himself over to a "Mistress," and apparently, one who would not necessarily take his lead or seek his advice.

Then, the door opened, and William stopped thinking and began to simply "feel." And the first emotion he felt was one of total and complete lust. Suzanne was still wearing the dress she had on at the party, but it appeared completely different. Her red and brown hair, which had been pulled behind her head in a braid, was now floating all around her face in crinkled folds and curls. Her breasts, which may have been ensconced in a bra earlier, were now clearly unencumbered, and the nipples were erect and pushing quite hard against the silky fabric. The rest of her body seemed equally well encased in the red silk dress. William realized in the brief second that he was looking that she was probably wearing not a stitch of clothing besides the dress. Suzanne had removed her shoes and her pearls, but still towered six inches over William. She held the door open and bade him to come in, "Welcome to my home, William. I'm really so very glad that you decided to come. Enter."

William moved into her foyer and stood waiting as she closed the door. For a moment he imagined that she might melodramatically dead-bolt or lock the door, perhaps putting the key around her neck or some such thing, but she did not. He stared at her and she looked into his eyes, "Please don't stare William, it's not polite." He quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, watching her only with his peripheral vision. He noticed her dress shoes sitting against the wall. "Remove your shoes and socks, and follow me, " she said sharply, and headed down the hall.

He quickly scuffed off his shoes and socks, and followed after her. There were well-appointed rooms to each side of the hall, and a long staircase to the side which obviously headed to the more "private" rooms, but Suzanne was standing at the end of the hall, where there was a shut swinging door. She opened a closet door and pulled out a hanger, handing it to William, "Hang up your coat." William did so, and then followed her through the swinging doors into what turned out to be the kitchen. Suzanne walked briskly through the kitchen, opening two pantry cabinets and a drawer, then turning to William, "Make a pot of tea. Earl Gray. Bring it out when you're done." She stood facing him, and he quickly realized she was waiting for a reply.

"Yes, Mistress." William quickly blurted. Suzanne smiled, then turned and walked through another set of swinging doors and disappeared, leaving William alone in the strange kitchen. He understood that as routine and pedestrian as it was, THIS -- making a pot of tea -- was his first "assignment" from his Mistress. She had made it easy, he saw, by opening cabinets which exposed the tea, the serving pot, and even the silverware. He found the kettle on the stove, filled it with water, and turned it on. In a few minutes he had a pot of tea ready. He had found a silver tray and laid everything out on it. He didn't know if Suzanne would want sugar, so he put the bowl on the tray with the pot and two cups. He picked up the tray and headed through the doors towards Suzanne.

As he walked into the next room, he found Suzanne sitting in a wicker rocking chair facing a long couch. She motioned with her hand towards a coffee table before her and William quickly placed the tray down. Then, remembering how positively his Mistress had reacted to his kneeling before her at the party, so he got on his knees before her at the corner of the coffee table and poured her a cup of tea. Quietly, he picked up the sugar bowl and offered it to her. She smiled and nodded no. He replaced the sugar bowl on the tray, picked up her cup, and handed it to her. She took the cup and drank slowly from it. "Very good." Then, gesturing to the other cup that still sat on the tray, "Join me." He poured himself a cup, and as he kneeled and sipped it, she added, "Have a seat on the couch."

He sat facing her. Both of them drinking from their tea cups. He in his leather collar, she in her silk dress. Given how routine the situation was -- two co-workers sharing a cup of tea -- William couldn't believe how nervous he was. His tea cup shook a little and Suzanne laughed out loud, a soft, warm laugh that seemed both understanding and joyous. "You are quite sweet when you're nervous William. Let's talk a little, maybe you'll relax. Tell me, when did you lose your virginity?"

William had not been expecting such a direct question and hesitated. Suzanne reached over to the center of the coffee table and picked up a nut holder. It was a single piece of wood which had been carved into three separate bowls, two round ones about five inches across and a long one between them about eight inches long. In some symbolic way it reminded him slightly of male sexual organs. One round bowl was filled with white stones that looked like they had come from the GO game they had been playing earlier, the other round bowl was filled with black stones, and the third long bowl was empty. She laid the bowl down before her, removed one of the black stones from its holder, and placed it into the empty bowl. "Don't hesitate in answering my questions, William," she said sternly and directly, "and tell me the absolute truth."

"I was eighteen," he answered.

She paused a second, waiting, watching him. Then she reached over and took a second black stone and added it to the first. William watched her with a fascination; he sensed that what she was doing had something to do with him, but he wasn't sure what it was going to mean. "Manners, William, I expect politeness and respect from you."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I was eighteen, Mistress."

"Better." She smiled. "Tell me the details."

William proceeded to tell her the details of his first love, how they had lost their virginity together. He tried not to leave anything out. As he described the entire affair, she would occasionally ask him a question, and he would answer it, not forgetting to add "Mistress" where appropriate. Telling her the details, and answering her questions seemed natural after a while, and as the questions became more and more specific and sexual, he found his erection -- which had deserted him earlier -- was returning. He shifted his position on the couch, to ease the sudden discomfort.

"Is there a problem, William?" she asked innocently.

"No, Mistress," he answered, "I was just getting aroused discussing my sexual history and it was getting uncomfortable."

"I'm so glad you didn't try to mislead me, William. Your honesty is refreshing." She picked up one of the white stones and added it to the two black ones. "Honesty with your Mistress is an absolute necessity. You must trust me completely." Then Suzanne reached out with her bare foot and placed it on William's crotch, directly along his erection, which became even more fully erect at the feel of it. "So, this is bothering you, is it? When was the last time you had an orgasm? Tell me all about it."

"It was three days ago, Mistress. I masturbated."

"Do you do that often?"

"Usually every few days, Mistress."

She continued to rub her foot along his penis, the tips of her toes jamming into his balls, as the ball of her foot rubbed against the head of his cock. "So, you must be getting a little randy?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am.

"Take off your shirt," she instructed, removing her foot from his crotch. William stood up and took off his shirt, laying it on the couch. He sat back down and looked at her.

Suzanne was staring at his shirt, layed across the couch. "You're very messy," she said, taking another black stone and adding it to his bowl. "Go hang up your shirt in the closet, and while you're at it, hang up your pants as well."

"Yes Mistress," was all he said, as he hurried out to the hall to hang up his shirt and slip out of his pants. When he returned to the couch, his erection was standing proudly against his thigh, held in check only by his blue jockey shorts. He stood before her on the couch, remembering that it wouldn't be wise to sit until told to.

His Mistress smiled, and took one of the white stones and added it to the others. "I'm glad to see your manners are not completely lost. Sit." She got up and turned towards the dining area, and he began to rise, but she turned to him. "Stay" was all she said to William, as she went over to the side of the room and found the shopping bag she had left there. She picked out four leather devices and returned to William. He could see that they were straps with buckles and rings. "Put these on," she instructed to him, placing them in his lap, "One on each wrist and one on each ankle."

"Yes, Mistress," he answered quickly as he began to put strap the leathers onto his wrists and ankles. As he did so, he could see that the rings on each strap were embedded into the leather, and that the outside edge of the rings could open in, so they could be interlocked, but not easily unlocked.

When William had finished attaching the straps, Suzanne came up next to him, took his left hand and secured the ring on his bracelet to the left side of the collar around his neck. She then secured his right ring to the right side of his collar. William felt instantly uncomfortable, his elbows sticking out towards Suzanne, his armpits exposed, and his arms completely disabled. He sat before her, in just his underwear, his erection throbbing, and his hands immobilized. Suzanne sat back down in the chair across from him. She watched him intently as he squirmed on the couch and finally, she spoke. "I have a problem, William."

"Mistress, I want to do whatever I can to help you solve your problems. If there is anything I can do, please tell me."

"Well, William, that's very sweet of you." She put her foot back into his crotch, and began to rub his erection. "You see, for the next two days, this cock here is mine to do with as I please."

"Yes Mistress, that is completely understood."

"But my problems is this William. While this cock is mine, " and she rubbed his erection even more, eliciting a quiet moan from William, "The erection it has right now is not completely mine."

"I don't understand, Mistress." William told her honestly.

She continued to rub up and down his erection, getting him to the point where he began to move his groin a little with her foot, not just sitting still and enjoying the sensation.

"No, William, I guess you don't. You see, William, this erection began much earlier in the evening, didn't it? Back when you might have been imagining screwing some coed, or maybe even having me as your little sex pet. Isn't that right William?"

"Yes, Mistress I guess that's true."

"You GUESS that's true." She took another stone from the bowl of blacks and added it to William's bowl.

"Mistress, I'm sure that is the case. I was having many lewd thoughts that are now not pertinent."

"That's right William, they aren't. But the erection remains, and while now you may be aroused because of me, perhaps even from this little stimulation from my foot, I don't think of this erection as being completely mine, and I don't like to start out that way." She stopped rubbing his cock with her foot and held it steady. "Do you, Little William, have any suggestions?"

"I could masturbate for you Mistress, and remove the erection."

"No William, I don't think that would be best. Besides William, do you really think you COULD right now?"

"No Mistress, it would be difficult."

"Here's what I want you to do, William. I want you to rub against my foot until you climax. Then we'll be able to start from scratch, and anything that happens to My cock will be entirely MY responsiblity. That will make me happy."

"Yes Mistress." was all he could say. He slowly began to move his hips and groin against her foot, which she kept still in his lap. William could feel his climax building, in spite of how self conscious he felt, sitting with his hands attached to his neck, practically naked, rubbing his straining erection through his shorts against a Mistress's foot. As his orgasm approached, however, his self-consciousness was replaced with a simple, primal, desire to come, and his pace and force speeded up.

"Slow down, William, not TOO fast."

"Yes, Mistress," he practically groaned, slowing down and shaking all over as he neared coming.

"Are you close, William?" she asked, knowing the answer."

"Yes, Mistress, very close."

"Good," she answered. "I want you to stop before coming. If you come, there will be hell to pay. Get as close as you think you can, but DON'T COME."

"Yes, Mistress, I understand." was his answer, but in his mind he was screaming, "Oh, My God, I can't take this. I've GOT to come." He stopped, with his penis quivering, and momentarily realized that with her foot still sitting along his erection, almost squeezing it, he might come anyway, even though he had stopped. "Mistress, please" he pleaded, "I'm about to come. Please move your foot."

She smiled at him, quaking and shaking on the couch, a film of sweat forming on his chest and head, his erection pulsing under her foot. "You want me to move my foot William?"

"Yes Mistress, please. If you don't move your foot, Mistress, I will come."

"But don't you WANT to come, little william?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much, but you haven't given me permission." She continued to rub her foot into his groin, and he could feel the orgasm swell in him. Soon he would lose control and not be able to stop it.

"Beg me not to make you come William, and make it good, or I'll keep right on going and then punish you tremendously for your failure."

He was shivering and breathing fast from the approaching orgasm. "Please, Mistress Suzanne," he begged authentically, "Please don't make me come. I want to please you and only come when you have given me permission."

"Oh, ok, if YOU insist." She moved her foot off of his cock and rested it on his thigh.

"Thank you Mistress."

"So, you see, even though this isn't completely MY erection, I DO still have control of it. Would you like to come, Little William?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Well, I may let you, just so we can start out right. But I must warn you, it may not be as fulfilliing as you think, and I'll expect you to remain well behaved, even after you've come."

"Yes Mistress." was all he could answer, concentrating on the fact that she had said he might get to come. His cock was surging. He couldn't remember ever feeling so sexually attuned, and he HAD to come.

"Sit perfectly still." she told him, as she reached over and inserted her right hand under the waistband of his shorts, grabbing both of his balls tightly. With her left hand she grabbed the top of his erection from the outside, through the fabric of his shorts and bent it slightly back. She squeezed and rubbed his balls, and she massaged his penis just under the head, with her finger working the fabric of the shorts against his tender skin. Quickly he approached coming. As the first jerk of his orgasm began, she grabbed his penis hard and stopped stimulating him, while she continued to stroke and kneed his balls. The result was that he spewed out his load, but didn't receive the benefit of a complete climax. He was drained, but still frustrated, although his erection quickly subsided, leaving just a wet patch on his shorts. She gave one last squeeze of his balls and then pulled her hand out of his shorts."

"How do you feel, William?"

"Mistress, even though I came, I still feel incredibly aroused and feel like I need to come again."

"Good. That's exactly what I wanted. Don't be greedy, little william. Thank me for letting you come at all."

"Thank you Mistress for letting me come. I am most grateful."

"Good, You'll have the opportunity to prove it."

She glided over to him on the couch. "Scoot down till your head is right HERE," she said, patting the arm of the couch. William quickly lied down, with his hands still attached to his neck. He reached down to the corners of the end of the couch and pulled out some harnesses, and quickly retied first one arm and then the next, pulling them taught, down and out to the corners of the couch. William's top half was now immobilized. Suzanne then moved down and took a rope that had been hidden between the cushions and ran it through the loops of William's ankle straps, tying his legs out towards the opposite end of the couch.

"Comfy," she asked, sarcastically.

"If it pleases Mistress, yes."

"Good." Suzanne produced a blindfold from the bag, and placed it on William's head. It was soft, and supple, and covered his eyes but left his nose and mouth clear. "Do you remember your safe word, William?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good" she said, and grabbed his swollen and aching balls, "And if your mouth is busy, you remember your non-verbal safe code?" And she squeezed his balls, first two times hard and long, then two times hard and short.

He gasped from the pain and stimulation, and when he caught his breath answered, "Yes Mistress."

"Very good." Suzanne peeled off her dress, watching William closely to make sure that he couldn't see. There was little reaction, until she ran the silk dress along his body, then he began shaking and bucking against the stimulation of the fabric. Suzanne was quite excited, her nipples erect and tingling, her pussy wet and slippery. She ran a finger through it slowly, covering it with her wetness, and then painted William's face, laying the secretions right across his upper lip, under his nose.

William sighed, almost a groan. His penis began to stir again. Her smell, a smell of sexual excitement mixed with vanilla, was so arousing to him.

Suanne lay down on top of William and fed him one of her breasts. He quickly realized her desire and suckled on it like a child. After a few moments of that stimulation, Suzanne switched William to the other breast. When both her breasts were tingling from the gentle carasses of William's sucking and her nipples were hard and erect, she slid off him.

Suzanne reached over to his jockey briefs and opened the fly, pulling William's cock and balls out of his shorts. She leaned over and placed a wet, slobbering kiss onto the head of William's erection. Since he had not really had a complete climax, his erection was returning. His circumcised cock stood up around 7", straight away from his body, standing at attention over his two plum-sized balls. She turned to him, breathing and talking right into his cock so he could feel her warm breath. His cock bobbed in her hand. She touched the head with the flat of her tongue and left a wet spot. She blew gently on this, and watched the man below her shake in sexual excitement. "William, do you enjoy oral sex? Tell me the truth now."

He practically screamed. "Yes, Mistress, I do. I LOVE oral sex. Please, Mistress."

Suzanne laughed, letting go of his erection, and climbing up onto his chest and settling her legs on either side of his head so that her dripping sex was right above his mouth. "Well, since you asked so nicely, let's see what we can do." Then she lowered herself onto his mouth, as he groaned in frustration. "Do well, William, and you'll earn a few white stones. If you don't please me, a handfull of blacks." William grunted, as his mouth was gagged with her slippery pussy, and he began to work at pleasing his Mistress, something he knew he wanted to do, and he hoped would eventually lead to his own pleasure, perhaps to a climax that would actually be sexually fulfilling, instead of just adding to his frustrations."

End of Chapter 3 The Go Game by Charlie Levenson [email protected]