He jumped up and rushed to the door to open it for me. We entered the hallway and assumed the natural illusion of a couple out on a date, if you could ignore the obvious height difference. Once on the elevator alone, I held my hand out, palm up. He looked at it.
"Aunt Hermione, I don't understand?"
Smiling sweetly, I said, "The key to your cock cage, I want it."
Looking like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, he reached into his pocket and pulled the key out. He fell to his knees, saying, "Oh, Aunt Hermione, please take this key as a symbol of your acceptance of this slave for as long as you want to use him to serve you."
He lowered his head and I took the key from him just as the elevator doors were opening. It was the couple from the lobby I had seen earlier.
The wife of Miles made an assumption looking at Dean, and said in a slightly haughty tone, "Oh, no son. Not in an elevator. You ask a woman to marry you on a moonlit beach, not an elevator."
Waiting until the doors closed and we were trapped inside the elevator together, I drew to my full height.
"Yes, panty boy. I accept this key to the cage that traps your miserable little cock. I accept you into my service for my sexual pleasure and accept you as my bondage slave."
You couldn't hear a sound in the elevator for the rest of the way down to the lobby. When the doors opened, the women bolted through the opening like a rabbit chased by a hound, while the older gentleman waited until his wife was out of earshot.
He turned toDean and whispered, "You lucky son-of-bitch," then winked at him and joined his wife, who was calling him.
I looked at my little slave, smiled, and said softly, "Rise and take your place beside me."
With that said, my panty boy and I strode out of the elevator and through the lobby. We walked up a block from the beach to an area known as 5th Avenue. Playa del Carmen is a walking city, much like the old New Orleans French Quarter or Key West. Fifth Avenue is the heavy tourist area, lined with shops, bars and restaurants. The streets are blocked off to vehicle traffic and people just wander along the avenue.Dean was a fount of knowledge about the good restaurants, good bands, and honest jewelry shops. I enjoyed the attention we received as shop people called out to him to say hello, and knowing he was grinning back at them with me on his arm. The town was crowded and it felt like Bourbon Street with all the music and people shuffling about. We stopped at a Mayan restaurant called Yaxche, which had décor made to look like a Mayan ruin with sculptures, lush landscape and Mayan pictographs adorning the walls and grounds.Dean was greeted warmly and it was obvious he was a regular customer. He refused to allow the waiter to hold my chair and hurried around to assist me.
"This is beautiful, Dean. I have never seen anything like this before."
"It is nice. The food here is excellent. Yucatan Mayan and very authentic. With your permission, Aunt Hermione, I could order for us, since I am so familiar with the menu and the specialties of the house."
I readily agreed and relaxed, enjoying the surroundings as he ordered drinks, appetizers and entrees in a combination of Spanish and Mayan. He might have been my panty boy, but in public he was all man. As the drinks and food began to arrive, our conversation was light and fun. It was pleasing to see he had such a good sense of humor and was knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects. Yes, he could discuss domination, bondage, and spanking play, but it is equally important that other aspects of the relationship are in place. This was more than just sex; I really liked the little guy. The meal was a marvelous mélange of pork, chicken, local vegetables and native sauces. My lace corset was straining after all that food, but I couldn't resist the full flavors of the Yucatan meal.
"Well, Dean, that was much more than I expected. I like Mexican food, but this, my, this was very special."
He paid the check and stood to help me out of my chair.
"Aunt Hermione, would you like to go listen to some music at a local bar? A friend of mine plays there. He is very good and played with Hank Williams, Jr., the Stones, and half of Nashville. The place isn't a tourist spot; it's more of a fun place for people who live here."
"Lead on, Dean. You were going to show me the ropes before I show you the ropes," I said, and smiled at him.
He beamed back and we left for a lounge called Cap'n Dave's, about a block away. As we approached, I could hear a gravelly-voiced singer, a combination of Tom Waits and Leon Redbone, belting out a lyric I recognized as a Hank Sr. country song. Cap'n Dave's was small but packed, with people sitting around green plastic tables. Flags from different countries hung from the wall, competing with beer posters.Dean explained that his friend Grady was on the small stage. The crowd applauded enthusiastically when he finished. It was so crowded we had to stand at the opening on the sidewalk.
Grady made an announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen! I say, Ladies and Gentlemen! We have a celebrity who just walked in. I call your attention to rear of the house, a great photographer and songwriter, Playa Dean!"
Heads turned toward us, andDean sheepishly waved at Grady.
"PlayaDean has honored me with his latest song about lost love here in Playa, and I'm gonna play it for you now. It's called 'Tropical Depression.'"
Grady sang the Jimmy Buffet-styled song and I was amazed that I was standing next to the writer, my panty boy. When he finished, everyone stood and applauded PlayaDean and Grady. Some people made room for us at their table, and we ordered some drinks and blended into the crowd.
"I see PlayaDean is with a tall and beautiful woman tonight. When I was staying with Mick and Jerry Hall out in the Hamptons, I wrote this song for Dean about a girl who was born with her legs too long. For you, dear lady; it's called 'Nona May.'"
Deanknew all the words to the song, and sang them to me along with Grady. I couldn't think of when I had enjoyed myself so much. All the pain from my prior relationship seemed so distant and far away. We stayed until the end of the set andDean then introduced me to Grady, as well as several others, as his Aunt Hermione. When the crowd broke for the set, he paid our check and we drifted out to the sidewalk.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Well now, young man, I think it's time we return to the hotel for some of your Aunt Hermione's appreciation for such a wonderful night."
Having to restrain him from trotting off at full gallop, we slowly retraced our steps back to the hotel.
Entering my hotel suite, Deanimmediately went to the closet, kicked off his loafers, peeled off his shirt and removed his trousers, which he hung up. He turned around, wearing only his pink panties, and knelt silently at the foot of the bed. I watched, somewhat in awe of his desire to obey. Only once had it been mentioned that he would wear his panties or be naked in the hotel room. Not wanting to break the spell, I went to the closet, removed my heels and slipped out of my dress. I slid my black thong off and turned to him in only my corset, black hose and pearls. Walking over to the foot of the bed, I stood before him, my legs slightly spread. His eyes were riveted on my shaved pussy and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down like a Duncan yo-yo as he swallowed.
"Do you like what you see, panty boy? Do you understand that my pussy is everything and your cock is meaningless?"
"Yes, Mistress H. You are beautiful and your pleasure is the only thing that matters."
"I am going to give you a treat for showing me such a nice evening. I will let you lick my pussy but you will not be allowed to touch me with your hands. I am going to bind you to the four corners of the bed and sit on your face while you lick me to an orgasm. Now put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and remove your panties."
Deanrose silently and put on the restraints, buckling them tightly. He pulled his panties off and folded them neatly and placed them in his valise. Turning around, his cock was fully erect and straining against his chastity cage.
"On the center of the bed and stretch your arms and legs out. It's time for a little bondage, my pet."
I picked up four lengths of rope from the valise and began to fasten them to the D rings on the restraints, pulling them tightly and tying each length to a post of the bed. He looked so helpless and vulnerable spread-eagled before me, his cock bobbing up and down in its own bondage. Mounting the bed, I instructed him.
"This is very important, panty boy, I want to feel only your tongue and lips. No teeth. Do not attempt to bite my pussy lips in any manner or the repercussions will be severe!"
"Oh, no, Mistress. I will bathe your pussy gently, only with my tongue and lips."
Facing his feet, I dropped to my knees and slowly lowered myself until feeling the first probing of his tongue against the outer folds of my pussy. I am very sensitive there and it sends a searing ripple of pleasure coursing through me. His tongue continued to lick me at a slow, measured pace. Shifting slightly, he began to separate the folds of my labia and then he found my clit. I have always had a very pronounced clitoris, my own little dick, and when it was presented fully to his lips, I could feel him suckling on it. Reaching forward and grabbing his penis-encased cock cage, he let out a very desperate moan as I manipulated it in my hand. I was feeling myself getting very wet sliding back and forth on his face. His nose had penetrated me and he was having trouble breathing as I forced myself further on his face.
Letting out a cry from the spasms of my first orgasm as a woman in control for the first time, I ground down on him, smothering him as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me. Finally falling forward, still holding his cock and balls in my hand, I saw he was gasping for breath.
