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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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part1
Its friday morning and my stomach is in knots
By 7pm tonight you will be here and and I have no idea how I really feel, am I going to know what I want from this…?
I spend the day working but can’t quite concentrate.
My phone vibrates ………I jump ..
how can I be this nervous?
It’s you ……
Something quite trivial but it does what you want it to do, it puts you in the forefront of my mind …….
Hours pass…. nothing more from you and you have forbade me to contact you, all adding to the build up to tonight …….
The day seems endless but its 5pm and I’m off home …………..
The children have gone and I’m laying in the bath ….my head is all over the place as I try to stay calm
You gave me very specific instructions for our first meeting and I wonder have you any idea how difficult any of those are for me to do?
To be naked, no make up, perfume, spray, not a single cosmetic is to touch my body
I must be fresh from the bath and unadorned
To greet you when you arrive in just my collar and heels.
I have had to carry my butt plug with me everywhere for the last month and it is to be cleaned and put in my pussy.
Finally I am all set, I am very on edge, twice in the last hour I have nearly cancelled.
But I won’t.. I need to follow this through to put everything in a perspective I can deal with.
The clock ticks nearer to seven as I wait nervously.
You call me and suddenly the instructions have changed:-
“Little Miss, go and unlock your door, leave the keys in the lock, stand in middle of your living room with your back to the door, hands behind your back and do not move, wait there until I arrive”
I was nervous before but i’m ten times more nervous now my pulse is racing beyond anything normal and I know you have done this for that reason. The next 15 minutes are an eternity, I hear every sound even over the beating of my heart
Suddenly I am snapped back to reality, I hear the door go, my legs are trembling and you aren’t even through the door yet …………
I can hear your footsteps down the hall and then your breathing as you stand behind me.
I am so tempted to turn round, I need to know it is you but I don’t move …. I can’t… I’m rooted to the spot you told me to stand in …..not sure if what I am feeling right now is extreme fear or anticipation
my body is a wreck, shaking visibly from head to toe I stand there under your scrutiny……
Something touches my leg near the ankle, I jump visibly, Its hard, in my mind I see a cane (later I find I was right) you slide the cane up the inside of my leg to the top of my thigh and then back down the other, then, stepping to the side you flick the cane across my nipples one at a time….they harden instantly …as you knew they would. I make the mistake of turning my head slightly, hoping to see your face…. “did I say look at me!” my head snaps back round quickly
you step around me but always behind where I cant see you and I feel your eyes scrutinising my nakedness ……..it feels like you can see into my very soul as my body is laid bare before you. You tap the inside of my thighs with the cane and tell me “wider”, My legs are shaking and I nearly stumble as I shift my feet further apart.
“Who am i?” you ask
And I automatically reply “My Master, Sir”
“Who are you?”
“Your Slave, sir”
“What is your Mantra?”
I recite the 6 lines of verse we have agreed
“I trust My Master”
“My Master trusts Me”
“I will be good to my Master”
“And my Master will be good to me”
“My body is his to own and use”
“My mouth, My Cunt, My ass too”
the statements come easily from my lips
“Very Good Little Miss!” You tell me, using the name reserved for when I have pleased you.
“Do not move” you tell me and then you leave, your footsteps recede down the hall and the door opens and closes again. The house is silent. I feel lost and unnerved, Where are you going? Was that it? what have you gone for?
Thoughts race through my mind. Minutes pass. The door opens again, is it you?
Then the cane again as you tap my legs again to make me open them wider, god I want to run right now but I stand there you make me open my legs wider and wider, I try to hold my grip as tight as I can but the butt plug slides from my pussy and drops on the floor, you tut and I feel ashamed.
You tell me my pussy is drooling and then I feel your fingers wipe across my pussy. “Lick” you tell me and thrust your wet fingers into my mouth.
I suck greedily, but then you pick up the butt plug and tell me to open my mouth.
You slide it to the back of my throat and I gag reflexively. I push it out of my mouth a little to stop the gagging and draw breath but you push it back in, this goes on for some time and there are tears at my eyes. I know this is my punishment for dropping it but I also know thats why you made me open my legs wider, there is a reason for everything with you. When you finally take it out you tell me “we are going to need a bigger one of these slave”
You walk across the room and ask me again.
“Who am i?” you ask
“My Master, Sir”
“Who are you?”
“Your Slave, sir”
“What is your Mantra?”
“I trust My Master
My Master trusts Me
I will be good to my Master
And my Master will be good to me
My body is his to own and use
My mouth, My Cunt, My ass too”
“Do you mean all of that?”
“Yes Sir”
I can hear a camera click and I cringe inwardly, more flashes, more pictures……….you now have the one picture I held back from sending you …..one of me from head to toe naked and open to your criticism …the one picture you pushed for, knowing I didn’t want to send it …. I now know me standing here in this way ….laid bare to you is my punishment for denying you that picture …..theres nothing left for me to hide from you now
“Turn around little miss….”
Finally I look at my master for the first time,stood before me is the man I have talked to regularly, watched on cam as he pleasures himself, the man I have confided my darkest desires to, probably the only person that truly knows the real me and how my mind works. Extremely good looking, more so than I imagined he would be and as I had already seen his body on cam I already knew I desired him, if he allows me to….
You are stood before me and what ever fears I had, leave me, but I’m still apprehensive at what lies ahead, but somehow at ease with you. Your voice is softer now as you ask me
“What do you want from this?”
“To be owned sir”
“What do you want from me?”
“To know I have pleased you”
“What would you like from me?”
“My reward please”
During the last few weeks I have occasionally gotten some of my masters requests right and have been promised 30 minutes of non stop pussy licking. “You do realise what comes after that dont you?” More often I have gotten things wrong and the reward is offered at a cost of having my pussy whipped as a penance for my previous errors on these occasions
“Are you sure you want this now?” I hesitate but then confirm “yes please sir”
“Very well, lead me to your bedroom” you say, I walk ahead of you taking each step slowly as you walk behind me , probably the only time this weekend you will defer to me and walk a step behind me.
Upstairs you tell me to lay on the bed and open my legs, kneeling between them you gently push my legs open wider as your tongue begins to lick at my shaven lips..feeling your warm tongue flicking over my clit makes my body spasm involuntarily , sending heat searing through my pussy as your tongue strokes and teases my clit , flicking in and out of me sometimes deep inside my hot wet pussy sometimes just entering it, tasting and teasing bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, my body tingling with longing and a desparate desire to cover your tongue with my hot sweet juices as you delve deeper and faster with your tongue, I’m wriggling away from you, you have clamped your mouth over my exposed clit and you are sucking on it pulling me into your mouth, my minds in utter turmoil as wave after wave of orgasm rips through my body, I groan and cry out time after time, your technique causing me to writhe around frantically as I reach between my legs with one hand, just touching you, but not able to or wanting to stop you.
For 30 minutes without stopping once your tongue has done incredible things to my pussy, and orgasm after orgasm has washed over my body.
Its been a long while since any man has licked me for that long and I’m at a point I don’t think I would know my own name if you said it. But true to your word after 30 minutes have passed you stop and as my last orgasm subsides, I lay there sated and pleasantly exhausted as the realisation of what comes next sinks in. |