When everything went to hell back in 2008 I was an office manager and making pretty good money and benefits. One day the the District Manager came in and gave us all pink slips and said he was sorry and left shortly afterwards.

I was single and had a mortgage and car payments, etc. I wasn't worried because I had the education and knew I could get another job even if it didn't pay quite as much as I was getting before.

What a fool I was for thinking that. Since there were thousands of people being laid off from their jobs too, finding another one was almost impossible. The bills kept coming, they don't want to hear about job loss or anything else.

Soon I was behind on my Mortgage and my savings dwindled quickly making my car payments and keeping the utilities on in my home. I found two part time jobs, one being housekeeping at a nearby hotel the other being as waitress at a local eatery. I hated them both, the pay sucked and no benefits and was treated like dirt.

The Manager at the eatery kept coming onto me and dropping hints of more hours if I was willing to go the extra mile for the business so to speak. The Motel job was even worse, you have no idea what people leave behind in those Motel rooms. Once a guy left four used condoms taped to the mirror, just to show off his exploits I suppose?

Then one day my life would change because of what I found one day entering a Motel room about a month later. The man had got a room for one night and when I knocked on the door the next morning and there was no response I assumed the man had checked out. Opening the door the first thing I saw was the man on the bed stark naked. Our eyes met for a moment before he tried to speak but couldn't.

It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. A man tied to the bed naked, clothes pins on his nipples and a red ball in his mouth held by a strap around his head. His wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of the bed. He grunted and with his head motioned in my general direction. The small table and chairs to the side was there and a pocket knife lay on the top of the table next to a bottle of Jack Daniels.

When I walked towards the bed I suddenly noticed the man's genitals were also tied, it looked like black shoestrings had been wrapped around his cock and balls tightly. His cock was semi hard and I quickly looked away.

It took me a minute to get the blade out and I began to cut the man lose from the bed. He tore the gag from his mouth and began cursing the bitch that robbed him. He mumbled about paying the bitch Three hundred dollars and she just fucked him over. I told him I would call the police and he said "fuck no" as he raced out the door and was gone quickly.

I called the Manager down and the only thing he was worried about was damage to the Motel Room, which didn't show anything. He told me to get the shit cleaned up and just do the rest of the rooms as always.

With the knife in my hand I cut away the ropes from the bed frame and tossed them into my trash sack on my cart. The clothes pins were on the floor and I couldn't help but giggle now thinking about seeing that. I took a towel and picked up the ball gag and tossed it into the trash sack with the other things.

That evening I had my friend Mary over for dinner and told her what had happened. Suddenly she starts saying that a lot of men are into that and they pay good money for a women just to abuse the hell out of them and most of them aren't interested in sex at all. By the time Mary left I was curious enough to go online and read up on it for myself.

Sure enough I found stories from men and women that love to be submissive and what they are willing to do to be satisfied that way. For the next several evenings after I got home from the eatery I would read more while I ate my dinner.

One night I lay in bed and suddenly thought to myself if I could do something like that to another person, especially a total stranger? I remember reading a woman that was a self proclaimed Mistress and how much money she made, and she didn't even have to take her clothes off for it.

It didn't matter if I was at the Motel or the eatery I would think about that, especially when I had a shitty day with either one of my Managers. One night I searched until a found a bdsm site, which appeared to be a rather large community of people into S&M and BDSM as well.

My Savings were all but gone by now, six months of Resume's and no responses. I wouldn't be able to stay in my house much longer, I had got a letter of foreclosure. I sat at my computer and cried for an hour as I tried to find another job somewhere.

The guy from the hotel suddenly popped into my mind. Mary telling me how much men want to be abused and pay for it. I wiped my eyes and brought up the bdsm website I had visited the other night. My hands trembled as I posted my Ad. I had to sign the Posting with a Screen name and I came up with Mistress Carla, taking my middle name.

Days went by and no replies, part of me was glad deep down I think? Then a few nights later I got home and opened my laptop to find a message from "Sub Mike." Right from the start Mike was honest about what he wanted, he liked to be spanked. Mike went on to say he wanted to punished enough so he could barely sit behind his desk the next day at work. Then he asked me what I would wear for him as I spanked him.

Oh hell I didn't even think about that! I got up and went into my closet and started digging through things I had worn in a long time. Most of my clothes were professional for the office but I did have some very sexy high heels and a pair of knee high fashion boots. I didn't have any money to go out and buy anything like leather outfits, but I did have a masquerade mask and maybe I could throw something together. I dressed up in my business suit which I hadn't worn in a long time now. Black stockings, and I had a pair with a seem which I don't even remember buying?

I put my blonde hair into a ponytail and put the mask on and took a selfie, and I sent the reply to Sub Mike a short time later. Mike replied within a few minutes and he was thrilled about the way I looked. Mike actually begged for me to wear that when we met. Suddenly the fear raced through me, and I froze up. When we met?

It took me a while to respond to Mike. I was overwhelmed with fear and I kicked off my heels and I'm saying what am I doing? The letter from the bank lay there by the laptop as if now i had to make a choice. I padded around in my stockings back and forth looking at the laptop and the letter.

I sat down and responded to Sub Mike. I asked him what he thought my time would be worth being with me. Mike instantly replied that he wanted a two hour session and would Three hundred dollars be worth my time? I sat there and looked at the amount. I suddenly thought about my old office job where I was Manager, I didn't make nearly that for Two hours of work.

Then Mike emailed me again and asked if I could come to his home? Mike said he had a "setup" and I would understand when I saw it. My hands were trembling as I responded yes if he didn't live too far away, which he didn't.

Mike lived about Twelve miles away and he lived in a rather upscale neighborhood. I got to his home about 10pm, I could barely walk in my high heels my legs shook so bad walking up to the front door. I rang the bell and a rather handsome man opened the door. He appeared to be nearing Fifty but he was in excellent shape for his age.

The house was rather large and Mike led me down a flight of stairs to a room that had been turned into a Dungeon. BDSM furniture and chains that hung from the ceiling and attached to the walls of the room. I asked Mike if he like being tied up and spanked, he said with a straight face he absolutely loved it.

There was an awkward silence and Mike was apologizing, reaching into his pocket and pulled out Three crisp one hundred dollar bills. He began to undress immediately as I looked at the money he had just handed to me. He told me I could sit my purse over on the nearby table with the "toy." I heard my heels on the tile floor as I walked over and sat my purse down.

I thought about the guy in the Motel room again as I saw that same type of ball gag on the table as well as various other things. Mike said something, I turned to see him standing there naked before me. His body was nice, he must have worked out. His cock wasn't huge but there was enough to get my attention for sure, about Six inches and it curved upwards in the most erotic manner. I had never been with a guy that had a cock like that, I seemed to have trouble taking my eyes from it now.

Mike had to gesture me to get started. We started with his wrists being suspended from the ceiling and when I was done I stood back to stare at his round behind. I suddenly realized I was getting worked up looking at Mike's body. That's when I noticed something else, I took a step closer and realized Mike had inserted a plug into his rectum.

I had to get started or Mike would know something was up. I placed the ball gag into his mouth just the way I saw that guy in the motel room, cinching it tightly around Mike's head and stepping back to the table. There was a riding crop and a large flogger to choose from, by the end of the two hours I would use them both on Mike the way he wanted.

By the time the Two hours were up Mike's behind was almost neon red. I couldn't believe the punishment he took, the pain had to be unbearable and yet he wanted as much as I was willing to deliver. I walked around and faced Mike and my mouth dropped open when I saw cum dripping out from his upturned cock.

I had planned to release Mike from the cuffs but I couldn't. I took a step towards him and I cupped his engorged balls in my hand. I hadn't had sex in months, I was so stressed out over my personal life. I realized I was soaking wet as I squeezed Mike's balls slightly. His head dropped and he groaned through the ball gag. Then my hand came up and my nails lightly grazed the length of his hard cock, I could feel the veins protruding. Mike lifted his head and looked at me with despair.

I slid my hand around his cock and squeezed it hard, omg I could feel the fluid dripping over my fingers, Mike's body jerked and he groaned as loud as possible with the ball gag in his mouth. This should be over, just take my money and go home I thought. I began to slowly work my hand up and down his curved shaft, Mike grunted and squirmed.

I was so sexually aroused I was beside myself. I don't know what was going on but whatever it was I was enjoying every moment of it. I looked Mike in the eyes and squeezed his hard cock again, when he groaned with pleasure I felt my panties getting wetter.

I took his cock into my mouth a moment later, I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. I took the warm flesh and felt his cock pulsate inside my mouth, that's all it took to send me over the edge.

I stood up and unzipped my wool skirt and let it slide down my stocking legs, Mike's eyes poured over me, I could almost feel his stare. I slipped out of my panties and stood before him with only my stockings, heels, and my blouse on.

I asked Mike if he wanted to fuck me, he could only bob his head up and down and make a muffled sound. I turned my back to Mike and stepped back until I could reach his upturned cock. I guided him into my wetness and I just prayed I could stand in my high heels long enough to be fucked good.

Mike thrust his hips against me, that upturned cock driving me crazy instantly. Mike groaned and I was moaning with erotic pleasure myself, omg I was cumming so good I could barely stand up in my high heels.

I ordered Mike to fuck me, for the first time all evening I sounded convincing even to myself as his cock filled me so good. I came again right away and wanted more when suddenly Mike pulled back from me, turning around I saw his upturned cock shooting cum up into the air like a fountain.

I stood with my mouth open as his hard cock twitched and spewed out thick cum onto the tile floor below. Mike lowered his head and hung from the chains, he was totally spent mentally as well as physically now.

I gathered myself enough to release his wrists from the cuffs above, Mike dropped to his hands and knees instantly. I put my skirt back on as Mike managed to stand and remove the ball gag. For a moment I was almost hoping we could go upstairs to Mike's bedroom and go again, it wasn't meant to be that way.

This was Mike's kink and I knew making love was out of the question for him. Mike led me to the door a short time later and we said goodnight. By the time I got home Mike had emailed me to say thanks and how much he enjoyed being my sex slave. He wanted to know if we could get together again and I said I was ready anytime he was.

I didn't have to wait very long and since then Mike has helped me get back on my feet not only with the money he paid me but a job he helped me get as well. I'm still his Mistress but now I do those things for Mike because I want to and Money is no longer part of the deal.

I just love being his Mistress now and the arousal I get from this is beyond anything I could ever imagine with someone..................................... ....................