The Succubus Lunch

The Succubus Lunch

Today is the day and it's been a little while in planning. I can't believe how lucky I am that she's agreed to visit me, of all people, when she has so many other men at her service.

I do know what is expected of me; I must be polite and reverent, I must anticipate what she wants, deliver it when demanded and I must do everything perfectly, no missteps, no mistakes.

When she invited me to entertain her the invitation came with several very specific and explicit instructions. I was to greet her in a certain way, dress to her liking and serve the food and drink that she wanted.

That invitation came just two weeks ago and has had me in a constant state of anxiety since, ranging from outright panic that I'll mess it all up to fevered anticipation about what will happen. Her instruction was that she would visit me in my home for lunch which, in any normal situation, would be an easy thing to do, but she is different. Buffie is a dominant who requires unquestioning servitude from anyone and everyone she engages with. She likes to be thought of as a succubus, enticing men into her world, enchanting them with her demanding nature and then, but only if she's revered in the way that pleases her on that day, seducing them with promises of some sexual satisfaction, the nature of which is not predictable and may take any number of forms.

My instructions for lunch were that she would arrive promptly at 12pm. She detailed the food that she wanted prepared and the champaign she would drink. She explained how she should be greeted and how I should dress for the occasion.

When the day arrived, I spent the morning preparing the food -- she'd asked for something simple to make but fancy to serve and I prepared it with a view to the 'silver platter' presentation that I thought was expected. Everything was ready, so I needed to dress. For her.

The requirements were simple but with my newness they were an adventure for me. I was required to wear sexy women's clothes, and she was quite specific about what they should be. For starters, she expected high heels which I managed to find in my size 10 and, fortunately, I had plenty of time to practice in them; I don't think she would have been pleased if I teetered around or tripped.

She asked that I wear crotchless fishnets to allow my cock and balls to hang free and a short black skirt that was almost short enough to see them hanging below the hem line. They were definitely exposed if I moved in any unladylike way! I wore a soft white blouse that stretched tightly over the large silicone D-cup breasts, the kind that drag queens wear, which proved surprisingly sexy -- so much so that I wore them a few times for fun and was really turned on by them bouncing around with my uneasy steps in heels.

I will admit that there is something hugely sexy about dressing as a woman. The sight of "my" cleavage in the mirror, the weighty feeling of those large breasts and the airy feel of a skirt had turned me on each time I dressed. But today I was dressed for her pleasure, not mine.

The doorbell rang promptly at 12. I was, as you might imagine, waiting in the wings ready to answer it.

"Welcome mistress" I said as I opened the door for her. I gave a little semblance of a courtesy, just bending my knees and a slight bow of my head as she walked in. I wanted to convey from the very start my subservience and desire to please her.

"May I offer you a seat" I said as I gestured toward the living room sofa.

She thanked me and then slowly and very deliberately walked toward the sofa. She expected to be admired and justly so. Her choice of clothing was impeccable, her very high stilettos and sheers focused me on her elegance, her stride and long sexy legs reinforced her dominance, and her hat conveyed her superiority. She wore a very, very tight dress, quite short in length and with a gaping V from her shoulders down, almost it seemed to her belly button and revealing much of her sexy breasts. She looked like she belonged in a classy casino or fancy restaurant, not my living room.

She sat, very properly, legs crossed and then demanded me to come to her.

"Let me inspect you" she said. "I need to be sure that you've taken all my directions."

I stood right in front of her, a little shaky and she looked me up and down. She beckoned me to turn around.

I faced away from her. She lifted the skirt revealing my butt, "Very nice" she said quietly "You're wearing exactly what I told you to."

She then touched me in a way to indicate that I should turn again and face her. She looked me up and down again, examined my shoes and then placed her hand on my thigh. She slowly moved it upwards, under my skirt and grabbed my cock and balls in quite a forceful way asserting her power.

"I'm pleased with you." She said. "You have taken my instruction very well."

"Now lift your skirt." She demanded. "I want to examine your cock."

I did as requested and stood there with two hands holding the front of my skirt above my waist so that she could inspect me further. Her examination was quite clinical, there was no sexuality to it, she picked up my cock and looked closely, she lifted my balls and squeezed them gently this time as if testing their ripeness and then, finally, she squeezed my shaft with, I sensed, a desire to see it aroused.

And it did, she seemed to take some pleasure in watching it grow and slowly become stiff and pointed at her.

"I like that." She said. "Now serve me champagne."

I purposefully, and carefully, walked to the kitchen, clip-clopping across the tiles in my heels. The champagne had been chilling, I popped it open, placed it in a wine chiller on a serving tray together with one glass and a neatly folded napkin. I placed the tray on the table and offered her the label to inspect. She nodded, approvingly, and I carefully poured a glass. She sipped acknowledging her approval.

"So far, you have impressed me." She said. "Before you serve my food, I have a task for you. One that I expect to be done expertly and carefully."

I stood in front of her feeling vulnerable and exposed, a little nervous and intrigued about my 'task'.

"You will," she said, "slowly and carefully remove my shoes and then my pantyhose, you won't scratch me, or be rough, and you will not touch me inappropriately, but you will be measured on the sensitivity with which you do this and your ability to infuse this act with humble sensuality."

"Quite the demand" I thought as she paused and then said "I then want to see you admire me, I want to see you examine my legs, admire my thighs, and gaze, longingly at my pussy. I want to see your imagination, see what you're thinking written on your face and your fantasies if you were allowed to live them. And then, I want you to caress and massage and worship my feet."

"If you please me, then I will consider a treat for you."

I did as she asked, I dropped to my knees in front of her, she stood straight and still while I gently lifted her dress above her waist. My hands carefully searched for the top of her pantyhose, gently slipping between them and her soft skin and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled them down across he butt, each side, her hips and then revealing her sexy triangle. I pulled them down one leg a little, and then the other, my fingers gently touching her soft skin and slipping dangerously close to the slightest brush of her pussy.

She sat again but did not pull her dress down. I absorbed the full glory of her long legs, outstretched toward me, and examined her from her painted toes to her knees, to her hips and that gloriously exposed pussy.

She lifted one foot and said, "Take care of me, caress my feet, massage them, kiss and suck them."

The experience was an arousing combination of familiar touches and unfamiliar expectations. My hands stroked and caressed her calf moving from a soft touch to the slight pressure of a gentle massage, they moved slowly down to include her ankle and then up across her knee. The rhythm developing of soft and firm touches, caressing her feet and reaching further and further up her thigh were very sensual for me. I kept looking up at her face for approval, but her head was tossed back, and her eyes were closed. I could not figure out whether I was doing well or not, was she happy? Am I learning fast enough about her dominant ways? Am I showing my subservience?

I continued, switching from her left leg to her right, repeating the same steps and then, as my hands pressed a little harder on her feet, she let out a very slight moan. I looked up but her eyes were still closed so I continued. I knew that if she looked at me she would see what she wanted, I was very aroused, touching her with unknown boundaries was erotic, feeling the softness and warmth of her legs made me want to explore more, but could I? Should I? Surely, my subservience required more than permission, I needed to be told.

I continued, kneeling on the floor, both hands working my magic on her, letting myself venture more frequently up her thighs and close to her pussy was fun for me. I hoped she enjoyed it because I was. My cock and balls were rubbing on the carpet and the gentle flow of air around them and under my skirt was edging me along to a growing sense of hardness. I wanted to touch myself as much as I wanted to touch her more, but did not dare do that without permission.

I felt her stiffen slightly and looked up. She was staring at me with a look that I couldn't quite understand, it could have been pleasure or she might be annoyed.

"Mistress", I started to say, planning to ask if she was satisfied until I stopped myself. I knew my job was to anticipate her needs and desires, be told what to do, but not ask.

"Mistress, I will fetch your lunch. I said.

"No" she barked back. "Put this on." She said, handing me a silicone cock ring. It was one of those larger ones that goes over your cock and balls, increases the pressure of your erection and makes ejaculating more intense.

I did as requested and stood there with my skirt pulled up and my cock now hard and pulsing with the restricted blood flow.

"Play with yourself." She said. "I want to watch."

I stood there slowly caressing my cock and squeezing my balls then moved to jerking myself slowly and then a little faster. I pulled at my balls and began to get truly aroused. I can only hope that Mistress was satisfied with me, I didn't know whether I should expect her to enjoy what I was doing in the same way I was, surely her pleasure was making me do what she asked.

As my arousal grew I felt the urge to stimulate myself more and reached one hand behind me and slowly penetrated my ass with my finger. A little saliva helped it slip in easily and I started to finger-fuck my ass.

"What are you doing?" Mistress said, almost shouting, and definitely not pleased.

"Sorry Mistress." I said.

She then reached into her purse and produced a dildo. It was a lifelike one with veins and a bulbous head on to which she squeezed a little lube.

"Turn around and bend over." She demanded and I did exactly that and then, with only the slightest consideration, she pushed it hard into my ass.

"You want any ass fucking -- do it with this." She said

So I stood there one hand pulling on my cock and the other pushing on my ass.

"Faster." She said. "Faster!". And I worked myself into a bleary frenzy with competing sensualities until I felt weak at the knees. All the time she was watching intently, enjoying the control she had and my total submission to her demands.

"You can stop now." She said. "I am pleased with you. I will develop you further and you will become a true subservient to me, but now I have a treat for you."

I was about to ask what that was when the front door opened. Three guys walked in and she introduced them as her 'Succubus men'. They were all dressed the same in dark suits, looking for all the world like personal security or CIA.

Looking at me she said. "This is what you will become, one of my established men, and you will serve me just as they do, whatever I demand, whenever I ask. You will accompany me, serve me and satisfy me. And, like them, you will be satisfied in the ways that I decide."

"Come" She said, as she beckoned them over. They stood shoulder to shoulder in a straight line facing her.

"He will become one of you, but now you must teach him." She said. And with that they unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks and balls.

Mistress looked and me and said, "Satisfy them."

I knew what was expected and knelt down in front of them. Reaching up I touched the cock in front of me and then slowly wrapped my lips around it. I felt it grow and stiffen in my mouth and began slowly bobbing my head up and down on this man's magnificent cock. As I teased him with my mouth I reached up and touched the other two, one in each hand squeezing them slowly until they came to life.

Pulling them closer to me I moved my mouth from one to another, giving each a few moments, swallowing them deeply in my mouth, licking them, jerking them. From one to the next, then back again, each time learning a little more about each cock, their taste, their feel in my mouth, their pre-cum.

The inevitable happened quite quickly, perhaps Mistress demanded it, but I could feel the cock in my mouth stiffen more, I could sense that he was close as I jerked him while keeping the head of his cock firmly between my lips, then it happened, a pulse of cum on the back of my throat, then another and another as my mouth filled with his seed. I slowly relaxed him and swallowed, but there were two more.

I moved to the next one which let loose as soon as it was in my mouth and I sucked every last drop before opening up for the third one. This time I leaned back with my mouth opened to receive his load while he jerked himself to climax. It took me by surprise a little and exploded before I expected, shooting one, then two, then three streams of cum over my face and into my mouth. As it relaxed, I sucked it one more time to get the last drops and enjoy that feeling of a satisfied, deflating cock in my mouth.

"Good." She said, "You did well, and I will have you serve me again."