Broken Rules

*** This is my first story I have ever written so I hope you all enjoy it. I am continuing to work on it and there will be more chapters to come. Hopefully I can add a chapter at least once a week. I can't wait for your comments and oppinions and please rate the story as I would love to know what you all think.***

Broken Rules Chapter One

My name is Anya, but to most it’s Mistress Anya. I’m 29 years old and have been a mistress for eight years. I have been through six slaves as of seven months ago. None have ever lasted more than six months with me because most are playing childish games. I do not play games…I am a mistress, it is my life I choose to live, not a phase. Not a game I play in my spare time. I do not submit to any man or anyone for that matter. I have still not found my perfect slave. I am looking for someone who will submit their whole life to me. Every hour of every day must be dedicated in pleasing me. Every thought must be of me.

I’m finishing my shower now thinking of tonight and who may be there that I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting. Tonight is one of the many “parties” or get togethers we Mistresses have every so often. We have them to procreate of course but also for those like me who’ve been awhile without a submissive can possibly select one worthy of bringing home who is not already owned by a mistress. I’ve decided to be very picky about whom I choose next; like I said, I’m tired of playing games. That’s why I have come home empty handed the last 3 parties. My last slave boy was released when he felt I went too far. I asked him to choke me while I came but he was too pussy to do it, afraid he would hurt me. I immediately told him to leave and never come back. I don’t take kindly to questioning my commands.

I step out of the shower and give my freshly shaven pussy a second inspection. I run my fingers over my lips and feel the soft smoothness. I run my fingers between my lips to make sure its smooth there too. Mmmm, wet already from the anticipation. But I don’t have time to remedy that now; I have only an hour and half to be there. Tonight the party is at Mistress Hannah’s home. She is another like me whose life is solely dedicated to this lifestyle. She’s also sitting on a goldmine thanks to Daddy who passed a few years back. She bought and then remodeled a home out in the country to meet her specific needs. Many bedrooms, playrooms, bathrooms, pool, etc. It accommodates every thing you could ask for.

I decide to go with my most flattering corset. Well, it’s my favorite anyway. It’s pretty plain actually, all black, zips in the back, all suede. I think my black mini skirt will go best. Its length is to my mid thigh, slits on both sides that go up to the top of my thigh. Black thigh high boots put the finishing touch to my outfit and of course my black g-string. My nails are done..they’re always done in french tips. My hair touches my ass and is strawberry blonde, curly as well. I have piercing blue eyes and perfect full lips. I’m 5’7” 143 pounds. I have what I feel is the perfect body for my lifestyle. My breasts are D cups, my ass is perfectly round and tight, and I have leg muscles a ballerina would kill for. And I have the perfect tan. I don’t like to gloat but I can’t help but to look at my own body with lust.
I finish my makeup, dark eyeshadow and light gloss. I don’t like dark lipstick. A spray of perfume and I’m ready. It’s a half hour drive so I’m good on time so far. I put my trench coat on and walk out the door.

By the time I get there most everyone has arrived. Its 7:00 in the evening, its September so it’s a nice night. I walk in to be greeted by Danny, Hannah’s slave, who takes my coat for me.

“Good evening, Ma’am.”

I walk into the main room where everyone is gathered into small groups chatting. Off into the corner there’s a woman I’ve met before but can’t place. Her slave is chatting with someone behind her as she’s carrying on a conversation with another Mistress. Ugh, they disgust me. I despise Mistresses who let their slaves do whatever they want. She’s another who is only a part time mistress.

“Anya! How are you?”

It was Hannah coming out of the kitchen with two cocktails in her hands. Hannah has shoulder length straight black hair and beautiful green eyes. She’s a couple of inches shorter than me and just as beautiful. She came up to me and also greeted me with a kiss on the lips. We’ve been known to play at times.

“Hi, I’m fine, how’s the party so far?”

She handed me one of the cocktails, “Here, this was for Jennifer but she can wait. Its good so far, everyone is showing up and there are some new people as well.”

She said this while giving me “the look” knowing I’ve been without for seven months.

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m gonna look, but we’ll see.”

“Okay, but if you don’t will you at least stay after the party tonight?” smirking at me with that twinkle in her eye.

“You know I will.” I said smiling back. “I’m gonna socialize for awhile, don’t want everyone to think I’m stuck up.”

We both walked away laughing because most everyone mistook my seriousness for rudeness. I can be fun at times but I find nothing funny about my lifestyle.

I had three cherry martinis over the two hours of senseless conversations. I was becoming quickly agitated and bored. I scanned each room that I walked into for potential submissives; too short, too flabby, too bigheaded…the list went on. I’m beginning to think there isn’t anyone that meets my strict standards. Everyone seems to only be in it for “fun”. No one really wants to live the life fully. No one wants to dedicate every fiber of their being to another person anymore. I walk outside to the pool to get away from everyone and to have a cigarette. It was completely dark out by now except for the light of the pool. There was no one out here now because most have retired to some of the private rooms or play rooms. I was actually grateful for this because I need a few minutes alone to steam over my dilemma. I walked to the edge of the pool and just stood there gazing at the rippling water. I found the quiet night and the light of the water very relaxing and peaceful. I was only there for a few moments when I heard footsteps. Great, another forced and meaningless conversation I have to have. I glanced over to see whom I was so graced to have in my presence. There was a man with black pants, black boots, no shirt, and a studded black collar around his neck. Good, now let’s just hope he has sense enough to not interrupt my thoughts. He walked to the opposite side of the pool further down by the diving board. He turned towards the woods, his back to me and lit a cigarette. Good. I can finish my cigarette in peace. I wonder if he asked permission to come outside or did he just walk out. I always had thoughts like this. I always wonder how much freedom the mistresses inside give their slaves. I glanced up again to look closer at him to see if I recognized who he belonged to. I looked up just in time to see him snap his head back around towards the woods. Had he been looking at me? I glanced behind me and there wasn’t anyone else there so he had to have been looking at me. Whatever. Let him look in envy. I laughed a little to myself because now I really wanted to know who his Mistress was. Maybe she wasn’t the looker I was. I looked back again to see him snap his head around again. What the hell..take a fucking picture you idiot. Damn they have no respect anymore. Fuck it, I want to know who is Mistress is. I’m going straight inside to let her know she needs to teach her boy a lesson and hold a tighter reign on him. I walked right up to him and asked “Who do you belong to?”

He turned around and looked down at my feet instead of at me and replied, “I don’t have a Mistress, ma’am.”

“Really, well do you not have any respect either? You only need to look at me once to see who I am, twice and you’re gawking. I don’t like to be gawked at.”

“I’m really sorry, ma’am.”

Now that I’ve had a better look at him, I actually started to inspect him as well. He had dark brown almost black hair, long enough to pull off the bed head look. It was actually quite flattering on him. He had both nipples pierced with hoops. He had a very nice chest, very muscular and tanned so the hoops were very nice as well. Not a lot of chest hair, only a little around the nipples and on his stomach. Very sexy actually. He seemed to be in very good shape.

“Look up at me.” He didn’t have to look up very far because he was taller than me. At least 5’10” or 5’11”.

He had beautiful dark brown eyes, full lips, no facial hair and a strong jaw line.

“Don’t let it happen again.” I said and tossed my cigarette at his feet and turned to go back inside. As I walked away I wanted to turn to see if he was still staring but I didn’t. I just walked back in and made my way to the kitchen for another martini. I sipped the drink and the warmth of the liquor felt so good going down. But now, by my fourth drink, I was becoming aroused with the thought of the man I just seen outside. I had no intentions of acting on them though, I knew it was more than likely hopeless that I could be so lucky to find a man that unbelievably sexy that would submit totally to me. It was likely he was another that only found the idea slightly fascinating and only acted on part time fantasies instead of the full lifestyle.

Another half hour passes and I’m contemplating on calling it a night even though I promised Hannah I would stay for the “after party”. As tempting as the thought was I may have to give her a rain check on that. I wasn’t exactly in the best mood now. I’m making my way through the main room to the front door when I seen Sadie, another pathetic excuse for a Mistress, chatting with the man from the pool. I stopped for a moment to observe. Her body language suggested she was flirting, stupid little girlish smirk on her face, twirling a lock of her brown hair in one finger. How disgusting. You don’t flirt, you control. You demand the attention, you don’t flirt for it. I watched her for a moment then seen her flick one of his nipple rings and giggle like a school girl. I didn’t know who to feel more sorry for, her for being such a pathetic dumb ass or him for having to endure it. But for a moment there I felt something inside of me. Was that jealousy? Was that my competitive self screaming at me? Or was it just the thought that I may be wrong about him? Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand here and hand him over to Sadie. I walked up to them and immediately saw the look on Sadie’s face drastically change. She hates me and I love it. I ignored her and looked directly into his eyes.

“Why don’t you go see if a private room is available.”

I swear the look on his face looked like relief and even shock. He immediately walked away without a word or question. I looked at Sadie and seen the disgust on her face and I almost wanted to laugh. My malicious smile is all she needed. I walked away and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I walked down the hallway and upstairs where all the private rooms were. Hannah had six in all. The private rooms were pretty much just bedrooms. They only had king size beds, large leather couches, a few end tables with drawers and lubricants and condoms inside and a few simple wooden chairs along the wall. She didn’t decorate a lot. Only some candles here and there.

I enter the hallway and he is standing in front of the doorway of the last room on the left. I walk to the room and he opens the door for me and we walk in.
“Lock it and put the occupied sign on the door.”
I walk to the chair to the right by the wall and set my purse in it. He locks the door, turns around and stands there patiently waiting on his next orders. I pull another one of the chairs to the middle of the room and turn it to the doorway to face him. I take a seat, cross my legs and my arms and just stared at him. He still stands there staring at me as well. I stay like this for about five minutes testing him to see if he’d speak out of turn or if I could detect any impatience. I didn’t and he didn’t move or speak. Good so far.

“Come to me.” I say and he walks towards me still staring at me. I let him get three feet in front of me.

“That’s enough.”

I stand and walk a circle around him as he’s perfectly still and still asking no questions. His arms are muscular as well, no jewelry, no tattoos that I’ve seen yet. His back is just as muscular as the rest of him. I stop behind him and put my hand at the top of his back and run it down to the top of his pants. His skin is soft and warm and I could feel the ripples in his upper back. This man is absolutely beautiful, but I still have to see the rest of him. I walk back in front of him and grab his hand pulled it up to my face for closer inspection. His nails are very short, he doesn’t bite them. Perfectly manicured and clean. His fingers are long and smooth, no calluses. Good.

“Take your pants off and your shoes.”

He unbuttons and unzips his pants while still looking into my eyes. He slides his shoes off, white socks. He slides his pants down, no underwear, even better. He steps out of his pants pushes them to the side with his foot. He still stands there patiently still looking into my eyes. I look down at his cock and almost stopped breathing. I didn’t want him to see my shock so I maintained my composure. He was semi-hard and huge. I’ve never had a man this big before. I felt myself becoming aroused at the thought of his massive dick inside of me. I loved pain and if he knew how to use his huge cock I would be pleasured like no man has ever pleasured me. He was smooth as well, except for the neatly trimmed tuft of hair above his penis. His balls were completely smooth. I walked around to have a look at his ass. I put my hand on it as well and squeezed just a little. His ass was firm. Well, physically he’s absolutely perfect. Almost too perfect so something about him must be all wrong. He can’t possibly be what I’m looking for. But I’m not ready to give up just yet; I’ll let him humor me for awhile longer. I walk back to face him again.

“What’s your name?”

“John, ma’am.”

“How old are you, Johnny?”

“Twenty Six.”

“How many Mistresses have you had?”

“Three.”

“How long have you been without a Mistress, Johnny?”

“Ten months.”

“Ten months is a long time. Did you leave her or were you released?”

“I was released, ma’am.”

“Why?”

“She found another.”

“Ahh. So you didn’t please your Mistress.” Now I see what must be wrong with him.

“No ma’am. She preferred a woman slave.”

“Oh.” Well, maybe not. I’ve heard of some mistresses who preferred to have a woman as their submissive, but I found it repulsive. I very much enjoyed being with other mistresses as my equal but would never fathom the thought of having another female beneath me. Only a man can fulfill that position with me.

“Get down on your knees, Johnny.”
“Yes, ma’am.”

He immediately obeyed and again waited patiently for my commands. I stepped closer to him only inches away from his face.

“You were gawking at me earlier, Johnny. Do like what you see?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I noticed his breathing has become more heavy and rapid. I put my hand over his chest and feel his heart pounding.

“Are you excited, Johnny?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Would you like to pleasure me, Johnny? Would you like to please me and make me cum? Would you like for me to be your Mistress?”

He looked up at me, his eyes slightly glossy.

“Yes, ma’am, yes.”

“Don’t you ever gawk at me again, Johnny. Do you understand?”

His eyes immediately dropped to the floor.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair. I rested my hand at the top of his head.

“I want you to lick my pussy lips, Johnny.”

He lifted his hands to lift my skirt and leaned his head forward. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and upwards so he could look at my face.

“I didn’t say now, Johnny. And you didn’t say please.”

I let go of his hair and stepped back a few steps to sit in the chair. I sat there and looked at him as he looked at me, his cock still getting harder but not completely. I waited a few moments then said, “Now, Johnny.”

He leaned forward and crawled to me. He got back up on only his knees, looked at me and asked,”Please, ma’am, may I lick your pussy?”

“That’s better, Johnny. Yes. But only my pussy lips. I want to feel the softness of your tongue. I don’t want to cum.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He lifted my skirt up and back to reveal my black panties and he pulled them aside as I moved myself closer to the edge of the chair. He leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. He started from the bottom of my lips and licked slowly to the top and then back down again on the other side. Ahh, his tongue was soft and warm. It felt so good. I let him lick me for a few minutes, his tongue barely brushing by my clit. I was getting so aroused.

“Slide one finger inside of me Johnny. Only one and slowly fuck my cunt with your finger, but don’t stop licking my lips.”

His finger slid in very easily as I was extremely wet. His finger felt so good inside of me. I wanted more, so much more but I wasn’t here to get off. I was only here to “try him out”. I was only testing his worthiness.

“Now two, Johnny.”

He slide two fingers inside of me still licking my cunt lips. He kept a steady, slow pace just like I asked.

“Stop now, Johnny.”

He stopped and leaned up to look at me again.

“Back up a little.”

His cock was completely erect and massive. I longed so badly to have it inside of me. With him still on his knees, I got up and went to the table beside the bed and opened the drawer. I took out a small bottle of lubricant and brought it back with me and stood in front of him.

“Hold out your hand.”

He held his right hand out and I poured a little lube into the palm of his hand, his cock still fully erect. I sat back down again and crossed my legs and put my hands on my thighs.

“I want you to stroke your cock for me. You have 15 minutes to cum. Cum in your hand and don’t make a sound. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He put his hand over the head of his massive dick and spread the lube around then slowly started stroking it. My God, its so big and thick. I wanted to just push him backwards on the floor and climb on top and fuck the shit out of him. I wanted to feel my pussy ripping from his cock.
His eyes became more glossy, beads of sweat started to form above his brows and on his forehead. His breathing became more rapid, his stroking faster, but not sound came from him.
I uncrossed my legs and moved my panties aside to let him gaze at my shaven pussy that was still glistening from his saliva and my wetness. The muscles in his arm and stomach were rippling as his stroking became faster and harder.

“Do you like my pussy, Johnny? Do you like the way it felt on your tongue? Do you like the way it smells and tastes?”

“Yes, yes.” He breathed.

“Are you almost ready to cum, Johnny Boy?”

“Yes, ma’am, oh yes.”

“Remember, no noise, Johnny Boy.”

The muscles in his stomach tightened and I knew he was close to cumming. His jaw clenched and his lips pierced, but he didn’t look away from me and he made not a sound.
His body jerked slightly and his hands lingered at the head of his cock as his stroking slowed, then stopped almost completely.

“Let me see your cum, Johnny.”

He held his hand out to me and showed me the glistening white puddle in his hand. Mmmm, just enough to shoot all over my hard nipples. More than most men I’ve seen. That’ll do.
I stood, with his hand still raised showing me his cum I asked, “Do want me to be your Mistress, Johnny? Do you want to succumb to me?”

“Yes, ma’am. More than anything.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to sleep on it. Don’t move.”

I walked over to the chair and reached in my purse and grabbed a piece of paper and pen. I wrote down my home address. I walked back to Johnny and placed the paper carefully in his own cum.

“This is my address. Go get tested, bring me the paperwork. I want a clean slave boy, Johnny. You have two weeks from tonight. My door will be unlocked, don’t knock, come in and sit in the black chair and wait for me. Be there at exactly 6 pm.”

“Yes, ma’am, I won’t be late.”

With that, I turned and walked to the door, “Oh and Johnny, wear the same attire as tonight. It suits you. And one last thing…you don’t have permission to cum anymore before then.”

I walked away before he had time to respond while leaving him still on his knees with my address soaking in his cum on his hand. I couldn’t help but to walk down the stairs with a grin on my face. Maybe I was wrong about him, but we’ll see. I still have a few more tests for him. First things first though. I need to know he’s clean. I don’t use condoms so the first thing I do with every potential slave boy is to get them tested and bring me the proof. The last thing I want is some dirty disease and I never fuck anyone else’s slave boy. Except Hannah’s when she invites me over and orders him to please us both. She is exactly like me and has the same high standards as me. Danny is okay and gets the job done but he’s not nearly as handsome as Johnny. And his dick doesn’t even come close to Johnny’s either.

I walked into the main room where Hannah was resting on the loveseat while chatting with another Mistress. Both of their slave boys were massaging their feet, except Danny was kissing Hannah’s toes passionately. I giggled a little on the inside because Hannah loves to publicly humiliate him, but he loves it. He knows he’s lucky to have Hannah as his Mistress. I walked up next to Hannah and told her I was going to retire home because I have a lot to do for the next two weeks. She knew what that meant.

“Thank God…I was beginning to think you were slacking up on me, Anya.”

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her goodnight, “You know I’d never do that.” I kissed her on the mouth her tongue slightly touched mine and I let mine gently graze her bottom lip.

“Goodnight, Hannah.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

I grabbed my own coat and walked to the car. The drive home was quicker than the drive there because my thoughts were racing around Johnny.
I arrived home around midnight and decided to soak in a hot bubble bath with my favorite scented bath oil as well. I climbed in and moaned as the hot water embraced my body. Thoughts of the next two weeks and of Johnny and the aroma and warmth of the water relaxed me until I dozed off. Two weeks from tonight, I may possibly have a new slave boy. The very thought of having such a handsome submissive with the perfect body and huge cock made me dream of him. I slept in the warm water, feeling the bubbles tickle my skin and dreamt of Johnny.


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