Catfished by Mistress Zee

I spotted the lady in the hat sitting off to one side near a small door looking onto an interior courtyard. It was a very cozy and tasteful cafe, though the place looked expensive. I nervously walked over to the table, my heart in my throat.

Not only was she wearing the fancy hat, she had on a black jacket over top of a wrap-around leather dress, with a pair of knee-high leather boots completing the look. She was clearly exuding power, but in a stylish manner. Her outfit was sexy, but tasteful and would have probably worked in a business environment. I was already shaking with nervousness as I spotted her. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. Then stepped a few paces around so I could approach her in her line of vision. I didn't want to seem like I was sneaking up behind her.

As I came up to the table, I smiled and said, "Hello, you must be..."

My words trailed off as the powerful, sexy Domme looked up at me. At first I was stuck by how pretty she was. Her blue eyes looked just like my... wait, what? ... The flashing blue eyes, that playful, but wicked smile I knew so well. It was my wife!

What the actual fucking hell?!

I'm not sure how long I stood there in shock, my mouth moving but no words coming out, before she finally smiled up at me and said, "Hello, you must be 'Shawna', its nice to finally meet you."

I was only able to mumble some gibberish back, "I... but you... and we, but I..."

"Sit down," she ordered sternly but softly. "You look like a fish that was just landed... I guess you're surprised then?"

I obediently sat down, the cool chair providing some degree of comfort in my befuddled state. As I looked at her and the powerful outfit, all of which I had never seen before, and sudden realization dawned.

She had played me! And played me like a fiddle. She really was Mistress Zee. All the e-mails, the profile, even the pictures! How the hell did I not recognize it was her from the pictures? I mean, I'd never seen her face, but a lot of Domme's have day jobs and families and such, so it wasn't uncommon for them to keep their identity under wraps. I guess I just assumed... well, too much.

As I looked at her, she smiled wickedly. She knew I'd just figured it out.

"Its a shame your lovely wife couldn't make it today, but she said I should go ahead with the session anyway," her playful smile continued.

I nodded, "Yes, Ma'am. She told me that, too." I realized we were going to continue playing the game, so I better get into it.

"Are those for me?" she pointed to the flowers. Holy hell! I'd forgotten I had them in my hands. I'd almost forgotten I had hands.

I handed them over, nervously and said, "Yes, Ma'am, these are for you."

"That's sweet," she said, but the smile came off her face and she looked at me sternly. "And for the rest of the time we're together, you'll address me as 'Mistress'. Is that understood?" her wicked tone both scared and excited me. Okay, this wasn't my wife, this really was Mistress Zee.

I realized I'd suggested she find a character and get into it. Well, she got into it. Why did I have a feeling I was in for it?

I nodded my understanding and added a quick, "Yes, Mistress! As you wish."

"Good boy, or should I say, good girl?" she smiled that playful yet wicked smile again. I twitched in my chastity cage as I suddenly became very aware of my femme lingerie. "You are dressed as I ordered, correct?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," I answered, swallowing nervously.

She gestured for me to lift my shirt up. My eyes bugged out, was she serious? She looked sternly at me. Okay, she was serious. I quickly and obediently lifted my shirt, so the shiny PVC corset was clearly visible. I started to lower my shirt and she looked at me sternly.

I simply asked, "Please, Mistress?"

She smiled that wicked, playful smile, "Good girl, lower your shirt."

I quickly did. I managed to resist the temptation to look around and see if anyone noticed. I think my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment was more than enough. I know there were only a handful of patrons and I'm sure they weren't paying the least bit of attention.

At that moment, what I thought was the waitress came over, but then I saw her and recognized her, but I couldn't place her face.

"Everything's good then Mistress Zee?" the lady asked my wife, well Mistress Zee.

Mistress Zee replied, "Oh yes, Mistress, everything is fantastic!"

Mistress? I looked closer at this newcomer, and realized it was Mistress Belle. Omigod! That's how she did it! She had Mistress Belle working with her. They had both played me. Oh damn, this would be frustrating... if it wasn't so damn sexy and brilliant.

Mistress Belle smiled at me with that 'cat that ate the canary' smile. "I hope you're ready for today, Shawna. Mistress Zee is going to push you like never before. I kind of wanted to be there when she breaks you," I shuddered in excitement and fear at the word 'breaks'. "But she's gotten enough training by now that I'm sure she'll have you whipped into shape in no time. I told you she's very special."

Wait? Training? What did she mean training? Did you ever feel like you're missing a part of a conversation? Yeah, that was me right then. I wanted to ask, but they turned to talk to each other and I did NOT want to interrupt.

"Call me afterwards, Mistress Zee, I want to hear all about it. And have you decided, does Shawna get to come to slave Marie's next session?" Slave Marie? Who was the hell was slave Marie?

As my wife looked down, I realized it was her. Holy shit! The vision of my wife on her knees serving Mistress Belle was almost too much. I was really testing the limits of my cage now, and as you can imagine, the cage was not going anywhere. "Yes, Mistress. I would like sissy Shawna to join us next time. However, I have a request?"

"Yes, girl. What would you like?" she tenderly cupped my wife's chin in her hand. The sexual tension was almost too much.

"I'd like her to come, but be blindfolded the whole time so she can hear, but not see the session," my wife, well slave Marie requested.

"Ohhhh, sweetie," Mistress Belle chuckled and glanced at me. "That is evil! I love it! We can absolutely make that happen. Now, enjoy breaking in your new toy."

"Yes, Ma'am," my wife said and then they kissed. It wasn't a passionate French kiss or anything. Just a tender kiss that says 'I can't wait to see you again'. My word, it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I was in actual pain from trying to get hard in the cage.

As Mistress Belle walked away and I struggled to get control of my member that was vainly trying to get erect, Mistress Zee returned and my wife gave me that evil look again.

"So, I'm sure you have a lot of questions and while I'd like to indulge you, I also really want to get my claws into you," she said drumming her long wickedly sharp nails on the table. Wait a fucking minute! Where did she get those talons from? She almost never grows her nails long, certainly not like this. These claws had to be well over an inch long! And they looked sharp as hell, too. My mind began reeling again.

"So, here's how this is going to work. I'm going to leave to prepare for the session. You're going to pay for my food, leave a very nice tip for the waitress, and then you're going to beg Mistress Belle for the address to the dungeon. It should take you about five minutes to get back to the car and get your bag, then five minutes to get to the studio. That gives you five minutes to pay and get the address. So, you'd better be real nice to Mistress Belle. And if you're late, you're going to be punished... severely. See you in a bit, pet," Mistress Zee then stood took her purse and left the cafe.

I watched her ass in the leather dress and was reminded just how sexy my wife really was. Now, she was going to be my fantasy Mistress.

As she left the cafe, my brain function resumed working. I sat for a moment, bathed in a light sheen of sweat. Then I realized I'd better get moving if I wanted to make it on time! I fished out my wallet, left a generous tip and went to the register to pay. As I was paying, I saw Mistress Belle sipping from a cup and watching me with a wicked smile and a playful gleam in her eyes.

I approached her careful and said, "Hello, Mistress. Its wonderful to meet you in person."

She just smiled at me as she sipped on her coffee. I stood, trying not to shift or show too much nervousness. I wanted to crawl on the floor and beg for the address, but I knew that wouldn't be appropriate here.

I simply smiled and waited for her to acknowledge me. I was starting to sweat nervously again. I was very aware of my femme clothes underneath my drab outer clothes.

"Sit," she ordered simply.

"Yes, Ma'am," I hurried to pull out a chair and sat across from her.

"So, Mistress Zee explained your situation?" she asked slowly. Clearly speaking very deliberately.

"Yes, Mistress. She explained it to me," I nervously stammered back.

"Then you know you're running out of time," she chuckled evilly as I checked my watch.

"Yes, Mistress," I stated simply. Did I start begging then? I was more than ready to do whatever the hell she wanted.

"So, is there something you'd like to ask me?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. Please may I have the address to the dungeon, the studio? Please? I don't want to disappoint my... Mistress Zee," I stammered quickly.

She looked at me for a long moment. I knew she was having fun and looked to be enjoying the hell out of tormenting me.

"So, I told you, she's a special lady. Are you sure you're ready for this? This will be a new intensity... for both of you," Mistress Belle asked very directly.

"I'm not sure, Mistress, but I don't want to disappoint her. I want to be the best servant I can for her," I explained.

She laughed softly, "She said you were very sweet, almost like a puppy at times."

I blushed realizing she and my wife had probably talked quite a bit. "Yes, Ma'am. She is pretty amazing. I am very lucky," I said smiling brightly.

She shook her head, "You really love her, don't you?"

I smiled happily, "Oh my, yes. She is my everything."

Mistress Belle chuckled, "Well, she's about to be a lot more. I think you're ready, just remember, she's not just making your fantasies come true, she's going to be enjoying this as well."

"Yes, Ma'am. I understand. Thank you for this," I said earnestly.

"Good luck," she slid a small card across the table.

I took the card, seeing her name emblazoned across the top with an address printed underneath. I realized this was the dungeon and I needed to get my ass moving.

"Thank you, Ma'am!" I blurted excitedly. Did I need to ask for permission to leave? I wasn't sure, so better to assume I did, I asked hesitantly, "May I go?"

She took a long sip of her drink, drawing the moment out and teasing me more.

"You may go," she nodded.

I stood from the table, pushed my chair in and smiled at her as I raced out of the cafe. I had just under 10 minutes. 8 maybe 9 minutes if I was lucky. If I ran, I might make it on time.

I rushed to the car and grabbed my bag, checking the time. I then looked around trying to get my bearings on where the place was. I checked the address on my phone and began hurrying to where it was. Thankfully, it was a cool, gray afternoon, so not a lot of people were out. That meant I didn't have a ton of foot traffic I needed to wind my way around. Still, trying to figure out the studio's location was making me sweat even more nervously.

Finally, I found the building, checking my watch I had about a minute... maybe...

I looked at the outside and realized there was an intercom. I hit the buzzer number indicated by the card and waited with my heart in my throat.

It took a good thirty seconds before I heard my wife's voice, "Yes?" She sounded like she had no idea who was there. Damn, she was really playing this!

"Hello, Mistress Zee, its... Shawna. May I come up?" I stammered nervously, still a bit out of breath.

"I suppose so. I was thinking of making you wait a minute more to make sure you were late," she chuckled evilly.

"You can still punish me like I was, if you'd like, Mistress," I offered.

"Hmmmm..." she trailed off and the door buzzed open. "I will take you up on that..."

I swallowed nervously and opened the door, feeling like I was walking to an appointment with fate.