(Michael) ...a brunette who looks like she's in her mid-20's
From Create Your Own Story
The brunette has a scowl on her face. "What's your name, boy?" she asks in a harsh tone. "And why were you out in the storm?"
"M-Michael," you quaver. Something about the brunette scares you. "I'm... I was... lost..."
"Mistress Mandy, here," she growls. "Once I clean you up, you'll be perfect."
Perfect for what? you wonder. It's clear the brunette doesn't feel like conversation, so you huddle up and try to not shiver too badly. In a very few minutes, the car stops and Mandy hauls you inside a small house. Wordlessly, she drags you to a bathroom, strips off your clothes and runs a very hot bath. Once the heat soaks into you and your teeth stop chattering, Mandy washes your body throughly and rather roughly with a washcloth and washes your hair with a small bottle of shampoo.
She dries you off and carries you down into the basement. The room is quite warm -- the four small space heaters in the corners see to that -- and Mandy places you on a platform in the center, where she manacles your hands and feet using chains hanging from the ceiling. You're naked, alone and helpless.
"I've been looking for a young man to train as a submissive," Mandy purrs. "No one will ever miss you." She removes most of her clothing, leaving her in a black bra and panties. "You will address me as Mistress Mandy or ma'am at all times." She leans her body down over you. "Look at me," she whispers. "Breathe in my aroma. Taste my skin." She presses her chest against your lips and you kiss between her cleavage. You find your pole stiffening.
Mandy stands back up and places her hand on your rod, stroking it gently. You tremble at her touch. "Good," she purrs. "Nice and firm." She removes the rest of her clothing and your eyes widen as you take in her naked body. She's long-legged, slim, muscular, and her high, firm breasts need no support. "I'll let you choose the first lesson," Mandy whispers. Her sexy purr makes your rod throb as she whispers to you.
