After a good thirty-minute catnap and I was feeling very refreshed, I sat up on my chaise. Good boy Humberto was prompt to get me one more rum punch and again was able to reflect on my good fortune to find dean. He was perfect and just what was needed to forget that rotten Master I had served for three years. No more submissive Hermione. The Amazon Goddess rises, I thought, like the Phoenix from the ashes, here on the sandy shores of the Caribbean.

Finishing my drink, I picked up my tote bag and my lucky SF 40 and headed for my room. It was close to 5:30 and other beach goers were headed in as well. The hell with the sarong, I thought, and marched through the lobby with my ass proudly displayed, split by only the narrowest of white spandex. Watch all you want, folks. Once in my room, I stripped out of my suit and admired my naked body in the mirror. My hand fell to my shaved mond and gently rubbed it. No, it was better to wait for my panty boy and instruct him how to use his tongue in a proper manner. A long hot shower was what was needed, and then preparation for my boy toy.

I selected a simple but elegant basic black dress to wear. I slipped on a pair of seamed black hose and pulled out a black lace-trimmed corset with attached garters. Just as I was connecting the last garter to the hose, I heard the soft knock on the door. Glancing at the clock by the bed, 6:28, and slipping into a pair of three-inch black pumps, I walked to the door and asked in a stern voice, "Who is it?"

"It, it's me, Aunt Hermione. Your panty boy, Dean."

Damn, I like a man who knows who he is! Swinging the door open and standing full height in my corset, high heels and black hose, I thought he was going to collapse on the spot. He stood there trembling, dressed in tan slacks and a navy blue Lacoste shirt. He even had the brown tassel loafers, no socks. Very preppy. In his right hand, he held a large brown valise, too large for my instructions to bring only a few clothes.

"Come in, Dean, and close the door behind you." I turned and went to the side of the bed and sat down. "Drop your bag and come stand in front of me."

He complied and stood at attention two feet in front of me.

"I want you to take your shirt off and place it on the bed."

He silently removed his shirt and stood before me.

"Now unbuckle your pants and drop them to your ankles. I want to inspect your panties."

Without a word he began to unbuckle his trousers, unzip his fly and pull his pants to his ankles. When he stood at attention again, I could see that he was wearing the sexy pink panties but something else as well.

"Come closer, Dean. What is that I see under your panties?"

As he moved closer, I pulled the elastic band of the panties down past his penis and balls.

"Dean, you're wearing a padlocked cock cage! Where did you get it?"

Stammering, he said, "I told you I have had this secret for years. From time to time I would order things from the Internet or visit sex stores when I went to the States. Over the years, I have collected lots of things. You, you did tell me you would put me in cock bondage if you were prepared on this visit and, ah, I thought you wanted me like this."

"Yes, I do want you bound like this." Reaching over and inspecting the cage, I realized, poor baby, he was fully erect and the wire cage was cutting into his flesh, restricting him completely. "The large valise you brought with you, does it contain some more of your collection?"

"Yes, Mistress H. I thought, I mean, perhaps, you know...maybe you might find something you may want to use." He hung his head. The guilt again.

"Step out of your slacks. Here in the room you will wear panties or be naked. Then bring your case to the bed and we shall inspect your collection together."

He neatly folded his trousers and picked up his bag. He looked delicious in his panties and the little darling had a bondage collection. He swung the case upon the bed and opened it. One by one, he began to lay various items on the bed. A yellow ball gag, a full leather hood with attached blindfold, leather wrist and ankle restraints, a leather parachute, a penis gag, at least a dozen clothespins, a leather harness with attached butt plug, a leather flogger, a leather ping-pong paddle, a set of nipple clamps, several wax candles, several lengths of cut rope, and a partridge in a pear tree!

"Oh my, panty boy. This is fantastic. You are only missing one thing." Reaching over and opening my bedside drawer and removing my black leather riding crop, I crowed, "this makes it complete."

"Not quite, Mistress H. Will you please give me permission to buy a strap-on for you so you can fuck my ass?"

Raising my eyebrow and trying to hide my excitement, I said, "Well, if you want a privilege like that, you are going to have to work hard to earn it."

He lowered his head ever so obediently, saying "Yes, Mistress H."

"Now, panty boy," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "come here to me and lie across my lap on your stomach. Let me see those panties up close."

"Yes, Mistress H," he said, looking like a little boy who had just been offered candy. He crawled over and stood up, still bending low, and lowered himself across my thighs with his arms and legs draped down. His stiff cock and balls were firmly trapped between my thighs. I felt his heartbeat on my thigh. The beats are quick but I fully intended to increase them, so I picked up the leather ping-pong paddle and started rubbing it across his panties.

"So, panty boy, you presume I might want to fuck you in the ass. Do you know what happens to little boys who presume things?" I said, feeling his heart rate rapidly increase.

"Oh, Mistress! I...I...I..." he started, but was cut off from saying anything else.

"Quiet!" I said, slapping the paddle on his left cheek. "You will learn to presume nothing. You will forget about any kind of personal pleasure. You will learn that your sole purpose in life, your only reason for living, your only excuse for being on this planet, is to do one thing and one thing only. All you need to think about is my pleasure. What I want is all that matters. Whatever I want from you I will take. Whatever is ordered you will do. Any whims that come to my mind, you will satisfy them. No matter how much you may dislike it or even sicken you."

His heart was beating like a marching band percussion unit. Watching his ass wiggle and squeezing his cock, trapped in the cock cage, struggling between my thighs, I smiled, and then swatted him again.

"Yes, Mistress. I understand," he blurted out. "You were completely right and I was so wrong to assume anything. Your pleasure is all that matters. Your pleasure is all there is. Mistress, please forgive me. I beg you, please, please forgive me."

Three more swats with the paddle during his little speech were given, and the point was made. Telling him to return to his knees and a submissive position, I looked over his collection and wondered how long it had taken him to assemble it. How long had he yearned for a Mistress to appear and fulfill his fantasy? I wondered if he had yearned as long as I had.

"I think that bringing these lovely instruments of discipline and bondage to me deserves a reward." Crossing my legs and putting my high heel shoe against his stomach, I said, "You may clean my shoe with your tongue."

Like a lighting bolt, he shot down on all fours and began to lick the toe of my shoe. He worked the way around one side and then another with long slow strokes, like an artist using a paintbrush to create a work of art. Hearing him utter a deep guttural moan of lust, he painstakingly worked his tongue over every centimeter of my shoe. When he felt he had finished, he sat up on his knees and lowered his head.

"Does that meet with Mistress' approval?"

Swinging my foot from a bent to a straight position for inspection, I said, "hmm, you missed a spot on my heel," and pointed to the exact location.

He sprang into action and immediately his tongue lapped at the spot indicated.

Nodding my approval and switching feet, I said, "Good boy, you may do the other one now."

With equal zeal, he began cleaning. When he finished, he sat up. Inspecting his work, I was well satisfied and this time praised him.

"That is very good, panty boy. You learn quickly. I like that very much."

He grinned and dropped his forehead to the floor with his pink panty ass high in the air.

"Oh, Mistress H, thank you. I have waited for this all my life. I have prayed that you would come into my life and here you are. Thank you for making me yours. Thank you for allowing me to serve you."

Reaching down, I patted his head and then straightened up and turned away, concealing my grin of pure dominant pleasure. Calling back over my shoulder, I said, "Get up, panty boy. I am starving. Get dressed and you can show me the town."

I finished dressing and added a single strand of pearls to accent my black dress. By the time I was finished, Dean was back to looking like Mr. Prep and was down on his knees, waiting to obey.

Looking down at him, I said, "good boy. Let's go."