By Uncle Abdul

Ned was a little nervous. He had just moved to the Bay Area from the Midwest. He was also a newbie, but he had had submissive fantasies damn near all his life. Now he was at his very first BDSM party, and he was almost petrified yet very excited. It was a large holiday party in one of the premiere dungeons in San Francisco, and it was crowded with people.

Ned was seeing things for the very first time. Guys were getting flogged and tortured by absolutely knockout Dommes. He so wished it were he on that cross or on that rack, but he felt so overwhelmed that he was afraid to approach anyone. He feared that he'd say something wrong. He wanted to fulfill his fantasies of submission and service. It was an ache in his soul. But all he could do was to stand in that dark corner--trying to look cool, but secretly experiencing angst. That's when he first noticed her.

Standing a few feet away at that hazy interface between the dark of his corner and the muted light of the dungeon playspace was a exceedingly attractive young woman with flowing raven black hair and dressed in a white leather corset, panties, and high heels. She nonchalantly held a long black riding crop in one of her hands, and her arms were crossed. Her skin absolutely glowed. He so wanted to touch her and be dominated by her, but surely she wasn't interested in him--or so he thought. She seemed to be absorbed with the play that was going on.

Ned ached at the mere sight of her. It was almost as though she was the only person there, but still his feet wouldn't move. He cursed himself for not being bold enough, but surely it was more proper for her to make the first overture. It must be improper for a submissive to make the first contact. But he so wanted her that he was willing to risk rejection just to be closer to her.

Ned moved towards her the couple of paces that separated them, but still she hadn't seemed to notice him standing next to her. He was being driven wild by the scent of her perfume and body.

"Do you have a light?"

Her comment shocked Ned. At first he didn't know what to do, say, or even if she was talking to him. She was still looking out into the dungeon, but she was holding a cigarette in her hand.

"Yes, but isn't smoking prohibited in the play area?"

The woman snapped her head towards him and gave him such a wicked stare that Ned quickly pulled out his lighter and lit her cigarette. She took a long draw on it and exhaled a cloud of smoke that that swirled around both of them and made her look positively more beautiful than before.

"I make my own rules," she said with the hint of a French accent.

In the short conversation that followed between them it was quickly established that no, she wasn't otherwise engaged, and that yes, he was interested in playing with her.

"Than why are you dressed?" she asked.

Taking the hint, Ned quickly stripped naked. He then stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes downcast, his feet spread slightly apart, and with a very prominent erection. Now he was overwhelmed by sexual excitement. But was that a smile he saw on her face? He couldn't tell for sure.

Quickly she put a collar around his neck, manacles on his wrists, and shackles on his ankles. He now felt that he was her slave.

Snapping a leash on a ring on his collar, the woman said commandingly but almost in a whisper, "Come with me."

Ned was being led by her out of the play area, through the social area, up the stairs (Wasn't that a no-no? Didn't anyone notice?), and into an unfinished room of the building. It must have been a storage room, but there was still a cross and a bondage table set up. The woman quickly and expertly secured him to the cross. Ned was spreadeagled, feeling totally vulnerable, and his heart was pounding wildly.

The woman started with her crop. He was feeling a buildup with the steady slapping that grew harder and harder. This segued into floggers both thuddy and stingy. Occasionally she would rub her naked breasts against his sore back and ass (yes she had doffed her corset - her panties would be doffed later in their scene). The combination of pain, pleasure, and whatever else was driving Ned into total ecstasy.

The paddles and canes were next. This was more intense for Ned, but he vowed to take it. He was rewarded with even more (if that was even possible) ecstasy. Then to top it off, she single-tailed him. This left many welts on his already burning ass, but again Ned was emotionally well rewarded.

He was in a daze, but he soon found himself securely bound to the bondage table. There were clamps on his nipples and she was tightly tying up his cock and balls with cord. The pain was excruciating, but he didn't want it to stop. And it that wasn't enough, when she finished tying up his cock and balls, she wrapped wire around his tautly stretched balls and shocked him with some sort of electrical device.

Through all of this Ned's cock remained hard. He so wanted to cum, but would she permit it? He was so happy that after all that exquisite torture that he endured at her hands, she finally crawled up onto the bondage table with him. She was now totally nude except for the white high heel shoes she was still wearing.

She teased him with her body, and even started sucking his cock. But she would just bring him to the point of cumming--never to ejaculation. And she did this several times--despite Ned's mournful pleas.

"OK boy," she finally said, "I'll let you cum if you service me right."

"Oh yes Mistress," Ned repeated pleadingly.

The woman now climbed up onto his face. His mouth and nose were totally buried into her pubic area and pussy. He worked his tongue under her direction on her clit and her sweet smelling pussy. His face was drenched in her juices. But she even used this opportunity to torture him by using her delicious groin to totally cut off his breathing almost to the point of passing out. Ned was no longer Ned. He was totally her fuck toy, and she came wildly--to both their pleasures.

Finally she granted him what he wanted. Straddling astride him, she lowered her hot wet pussy onto his straining, throbbing cock. Riding his cock like that not only did he get the visual excitement of her bouncing young naked body, but the orgasm was building up explosively within him. But even this was a final opportunity for her to torture him for just as he was about to cum, her outer cunt muscles clamped tightly at the base of his cock--cutting off any flow of his semen. Ned begged and pleaded, but she just laughed as somehow she used her inner pussy muscles to milk his pleading but dry cock. Ned yelled and screamed and cursed her for not letting him cum. Finally at the time of her choosing, she released her grip, and both of them came many times for what seemed like hours. Afterwards she lay gently upon him and both fell asleep. Ned was totally happy.

Ned was next aware of still being bound to the bondage table, but covered in a soft blanket. He felt very happy.

"How are you feeling?" someone said, but it wasn't the Domme who tortured him all evening. It was the owner of the playspace, and he was telling Ned that it was morning already.

Ned was confused, but the owner untied him, let him take a shower in the apartment that was on the premises, and prepared breakfast for him. Ned was Ned again, but he was still confused. He asked what happened to the woman. The owner looked very sad and turned away. Finally he revealed the story.

"The Domme in White that you played with last night was Madame Le Blanc."

"Was…?" asked Ned even more confused.

"Yes. She was a very popular and well-known ProDom in the Bay Area. Her white leathers were her signature attire. About five years ago at about this time, she had just broken up with her long-time 24/7 slave. Even though she didn't want to let on, she was very hurt by this. She was going to 'come out' again at the same holiday party five years ago to try and get back into circulation, but on the way here she was killed in a tragic car accident. Even though many people saw her that night and watched her play with a really novice guysub, we hadn't known that she had died--until later. She's been back to the same party every year since. You were the one she chose this year. And the guys she plays with never see her again."

It took some time for Ned to take it all in. There were times he got depressed. There were times when he thought it was all in his mind. But even as he became a well-known and popular male submissive in the community eventually becoming the property of beautiful, young and experienced FemDom, he never forgot the Domme in White.

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