Edward disembarked from his private plane into Tulum, Mexico. This was his third and most important visit. It was the one that would define his future. He was getting goosebumps thinking about it.
He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text to his wife letting her know he landed safely. He waited patiently in the walkway for her response.
As soon as she acknowledged his message with a “Great Baby! Good Luck with your meetings. I love you!” Edward blocked her number.
He would not contact or associate with her for the remainder of this trip. Per instructions, he walked into the bathroom and took the package from his suitcase. His anticipation was at an all-time high. He had no idea what it contained. He dared not open it before the instructions told him to and the package sat teasing him in his office for ten days prior to his flight. Edward quickly opened the packaging and the first thing he saw was a handwritten note.
“Take off your clothes and throw them in the trash. Then put on the enclosed outfit. ALL of it. Bring me the key.”
Inside the package were a Faux butler vest with no sleeves, a pair of short (very short) black shorts, and a pair of black flat-bottom leather sandals. The last item was a light green metal cock cage with engraved dragon scales and a small lock and key. Edward felt his dick getting hard. He already had the urge to stroke himself off, and he hadn’t even left the airport. But he knew he couldn’t do that.
Again, per instructions, he had not released in three months. His wife was livid about that, but Edward wasn’t concerned about her in that way anymore. He was going to follow instructions. No matter what. He stood in the stall and took off his clothes. And without a second thought, he stepped out and deposited a $350 polo shirt, $860 pair of jeans and $1000 pair of loafers in the trash. When his erection finally subsided, Edward wiped the precum from his hard dick and installed the cock cage. He put on the sleeveless vest and the tight shorts. He was throbbing in the cock cage, but thankful for it as well.
His eight inches would have been hanging from the bottom of the shorts if he wasn't wearing it. He slipped on the sandals and stepped out of the stall. As he looked into the mirror, his 6'2 frame was almost completely exposed in the outfit. Sleeveless vest, tight shorts, and closed toe black leather sandals. All accentuated by the huge bulge pushing through the shorts. Edward gathered his things and walked out of the bathroom. The last thing he did before leaving the restroom was deposit his briefs into the trash bin.
His walk through the airport was drawing looks from everywhere. Edward was 6'2 with a lean, muscled body. His beard and mustache were trimmed with precision and his locs were freshly twisted and resting in a low ponytail. To top it off, he carried himself like he was the owner of a multi-million-dollar company. Because he was. He was the CEO of a Technology Security Firm. He had employees in fifteen different states, and his company’s client list included six Fortune 500 companies.
Even dressed as he was, his walk was confident and authoritative. But the closer he got to the airport exit, the more nervous he became. His palms were sweating. His heart rate started to increase. He felt himself tensing up. To calm himself, Edward started taking deep, meditating breaths. This was it! This was the moment he had been working toward for the last twelve months. The airport doors opened. The tropical heat and sunshine hit him. When he adjusted, he looked out and saw her. He felt his heart skip a beat. A black Mercedes S Class sat waiting. The rear window was down. There she sat. Sitting in the back of the car. Waiting for him was Essence.
Essence was a beautiful, full figured, dark skinned black woman whose eyes conveyed authority and intelligence. She wore light makeup with bold purple lipstick. Edward couldn’t see, but Essence was wearing a full-length purple, spaghetti strap dress that clung to every inch of her voluptuous body. She made eye contact with him and turned away. She didn’t even acknowledge his presence.
Edward placed his bags in the trunk. He walked around to the driver's side of the Mercedes and sat in the driver's seat. Without saying a word, as instructed, he handed her the key to his cock cage. He started the drive to her beach house without a word. Edward’s dick was pushing against the cock cage. He could see her through the rear view, and she was even more beautiful and sexy to him than their last meeting. He could not help himself. He kept sneaking peeks through the mirror at her. He truly marveled at her beauty.
Essence was a true and dedicated Domme. She was strict and demanding. She had been training Edward for a year. This was supposed to be the visit where he got to sign his contract with her. They were currently on a training contract, and he had performed impeccably so far. She decided to let him know, in her own way, how well he was doing. She placed her feet on the center console for him to see her fresh purple pedicure. In a quiet and firm voice, she said, “You have permission to touch them. And to speak.”
When they arrived, Edward walked around and opened the door for Essence. She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek before she walked into the house. Edward grabbed his bags and followed her in. Essence had a beautiful home on the beach. Her decor was inspired by African culture, and the home was designed so that all of the primary rooms looked out onto the ocean.
“Follow me.” she instructed. She led him to the bedroom. Edward immediately noticed three differences in the room since his last visit. First, there were four latches spread out on one of the walls. He knew what they were for, and he shook with excitement. Second was the huge mirror on the ceiling and the post installed on the bed. Third was the huge cage with bedding that was sitting in the corner.
“You will sleep there,” Essence said. “Put your bags in the closet. You won’t need anything that is in them. Everything you need is in that dresser. Now, I’m hungry. I’m going to go get in the pool. Prepare fish tacos, guacamole and refried beans for me. But bring me a drink first."
Edward followed her down the steps and through the kitchen. She walked out the glass doors and let her dress drop to the ground. She was completely naked beneath it. Her beautiful, smooth, chocolate skin looked delicious in the sunshine. Edward rushed over and grabbed her dress, meticulously folding it up and placing it in the lounge chair. He put her favorite music on, brought her a glass of white wine as she relaxed in the pool and started to prepare dinner.
Essence watched him moving through the kitchen. Edward had the body of Adonis, the intelligence of a scholar and spoke like a poet. Her respect for him grew with every interaction. She knew this was a carefully thought-out decision for him. It wasn’t just a kink or fetish. It was a life choice. She laughed as she truly saw him in the outfit for the first time. It was ridiculously small on him and really left nothing to the imagination. But he put it on. Without question. Without hesitation. But Essence was ready to see more.
“When you cook for me, you should not be clothed,” she stated.
Edward turned and, with a slight bow, responded, “Yes, Mistress,” and removed the vest, the shorts, and the shoes.
He stood before her with his toned, sexy body completely visible. His skin was smooth. The hair removed as instructed. The gleam of the sun glinted off of his cock cage. Edward didn’t know it, but Essence was deep into the sexual depths of self-pleasure. She couldn’t help it. He was so fucking obedient and sexy. Her fingers worked her clit under the water as she admired his body. It was all she could do to hide the pleasure from him.
“Hurry up with dinner. I am getting hungry,” she stated.
“Yes, Mistress,” was the only reply.
When Edward turned to continue cooking, Essence set her pleasure free. Her fingers furiously worked her pussy as she admired his tight ass. The orgasm took her hard.
“This is going to be a great two weeks!” she thought to herself. Edward watched Essence orgasm through the reflection in the glass cabinets. He smiled. He was overwhelmed with happiness, knowing he had brought her pleasure. A tear of joy appeared in his eyes. True, unfiltered joy.
