Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2--Mistress Aisha
The vibration of the cell phone on the night table woke the young man from his sleep. His hand fumbled for the phone while muttering a curse under his breath. "Who the hell would call at 7:00 am on a Monday? Inconsiderate idiots!"
Val didn't recognize the number and was tempted to ignore the call but he could not resist the urge to give the caller a piece of his mind before hanging up on them and blocking the number. After taking a breath to clear his head, he said, "Hello, and this better be important."
"I will let you be the judge of the importance of the call. Good morning, Val. I trust that you are well rested and your head is clear enough for a conversation but, if not, kindly say so now as I do not like to repeat myself," said Jack softly.
Val immediately recognized the smokey voice and instantly became alert. "Yes mistress, I'm sorry for my rudeness in answering the phone but I did not recognize the number. Please excuse me and be assured that I am always ready to speak to you."
"Good. Val, I want to see you this evening at 9:00 pm and I will text you the address. Tonight is for conversation so that there is no misunderstanding between us moving forward. If you choose not to show up I will assume that I misjudged you and I will deal with my disappointment but I certainly will not forget should a situation similar to ours arise in the future. You may not suffer any direct consequences but someone, sometime will suffer from a lack of kindness on my part and that will be unfortunate."
"Yes mistress, I understand perfectly," stammered Val. "I will be at the address you provide at 9:00 pm."
"Have a nice day," replied Jack before disconnecting the call.
Val leaned against the headboard breathing heavily. He was torn between feelings of happiness that Mistress Aisha called as she promised and a mild feeling of dread about what lies ahead for him. She kept him from being abused and protected him from the wrath of Carl, a dom who he never really liked from the outset, but she was a stranger who could turn out to be a demon in black silk. He knew that he had to repay the debt as a matter of honor and that seeing her tonight will be repayment in full. If there is no chemistry between them then he will sever their ties and let the poor souls who come afterward suffer their own fates.
Placing the phone on the night table, Val slid down under the covers but knew that he would never get back to sleep. "Damn, Monday came so fast," he thought.
Jack smiled to himself as he placed the phone on the table, understanding how Cory must feel when he calls him. There is a certain power that comes with control, even if it is only initiating a phone call that makes someone uncomfortable and unable to relieve that discomfort. Val is a nice young man and should serve his purposes very nicely. At least he will not have to concern himself about sex for a while and this pleased him.
Jack called his office to explain that he would be working from home and then called Ami at the salon in the hotel to schedule a touch-up session for the afternoon. Spending the weekend with Cory made a mess of his make-up and Jack could not get the repairs completed to his satisfaction so he removed it all before leaving the hotel. Now he reached out for help to recreate Mistress Aisha and Ami said that she would fit him in around 6:00 pm.
Work was pleasant enough, but Jack was growing impatient as he waited for 6:00 pm to begin his transformation back into Aisha. What started as an accommodation to Cory had awakened something in Jack that was invigorating. He knew that he could not get the genie back in the bottle and honestly did not want to try. Jack liked his alter ego and wanted to see her grow and evolve.
Jack arrived promptly at 6:00 pm and Ami welcomed him warmly with a big smile. Stepping out of his street clothes Jack asked Ami if she would kindly shave the areas that he could not properly reach and she immediately confirmed that that was part of the service she planned. Grooming and fresh make-up took about an hour and a half and afterward Aisha looked radiant. She was now ready to meet with her new initiate.
Back at her apartment, Aisha slipped into the black silk gown and panties that she received from Cory and had a light dinner. She also made several notes reminding herself that she needed new lingerie and undergarments. If she wanted to inspire someone to serve, she needed the proper attire, dressing for success as is said.
The buzzer sounded at 9:00 pm and Aisha waited a couple of moments before answering the door, testing to see if her guest was anxious or possibly annoyed by being kept waiting, and buzzing a second time. The buzzer had only sounded once and when she opened the door, Val stood there, eyes fixed on some invisible spot on the hallway carpet. "Good," she thought.
"Come in, Val," she said, "nice to see you again."
"Good evening, mistress, it is a pleasure to be here," replied Val walking into the apartment.
"Would you like something to drink? I'm fixing a martini for myself, but you can have whatever you like," said Aisha.
"I would gladly have what you're having, mistress, if that is allowed," said Val.
"Certainly. Tonight, you are my guest and it would be inhospitable of me to deny you anything," Aisha responded with a slight smile. She expertly made the martinis and offered one to Val, motioning for him to take a seat in the area by the bar. She sat across from him and, crossing her legs, raised her glass in a toast. "To a wonderful and exciting relationship," she said, before taking a long sip of her drink. Val looked into her eyes and took a sip from his drink as well.
They chatted for the better part of an hour and Aisha outlined her expectations and her rules. Much of this followed closely what Cory had demonstrated and explained to her during their time together and Aisha felt the power in saying the words and having someone agree to what was being proposed without question. She would have control over this young man, and he would, if he agreed, be hers to command, relying upon her discretion to not jeopardize his wellbeing. Complete trust and a willingness to accept consequences that he cannot understand now is of paramount importance. It is a heavy responsibility and Aisha knew it.
As the conversation was ending, Aisha hiked up her gown exposing her black panties. Without taking her eyes from Val's face, she said "Remove my panties."
Hesitatingly Val rose from his seat and walked to Aisha, kneeling in front of her, and lowered his eyes. Gently he placed his fingers on the fabric at her hips and slowly eased the panties down along her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles, whereupon Aisha lifted her feet so he could remove them entirely.
Val looked up at the now erect penis and then at Aisha's eyes. "Take it into your mouth and show me what you are capable of," she said quietly.
