Her body screamed out in pleasure and satisfaction as she came. Every muscle in her body contracted in ecstasy. Her breathing deep but fast, her heart racing, her cunt dripping from the tremors. Her Master had allowed her pleasure, finally, but it had not come freely. She had earned it the hard way- her Master's way. Still convulsing from the contentment, she recalled how the events of her gratification had evolved.
Waiting... It always began with waiting. The anticipation was necessary. Her Master had not allowed her to touch herself for 5 days, since He had begun to make plans for their next meeting. He gave her few specifics, preferring, rather, to keep her in suspense as punishment for asking in the first place. She did have tendencies to be a bit of a brat at times. It always brought a smile to his lips and He did enjoy punishing her for it.
For each of the five days leading up to the encounter, He had sent her a new task to complete. They were designed to train her, yes, but also used for His amusement. She was His toy. His pet. His slut. She belonged to Him, to do with what He wanted, and they both knew it.
The day of their meeting, she was quite anxious. She had been given only a couple of instructions but she wasn't convinced she was prepared for whatever He had in store for them today. When she received the message she was waiting for, she quickly prepared herself. The thought of her Master arriving to an unprepared slut was inconceivable. She must please Him. She wanted little else. He had her quite well-trained in that regard.
Since the conception of their relationship, He had known exactly what her weaknesses were. He enjoyed exploiting her fetishes and desires. He used them as tools to train her and challenge her. She was grateful for His attention and time and it showed in the progress of her submission to Him.
She stood in the corner, facing the wall in the spot He had selected. She wore her collar and the underpants He had chosen. He had instructed her to wear her blindfold. This was torturous for her. It initiated a trigger inside her. Yes, she loved the feeling, but the anticipation and vulnerability it created were almost unbearable for her. She had a naturally curious nature and it was too easy to torment her this way. Never the less, she did as she was instructed. In position she waited, hands behind her back, legs apart the required distance. She waited, patiently at first, but as time continued she grew more restless. Eventually her mind wandered and she focused less on the waiting and more on the ways she would be able to please her Master today.
The door opened and the footsteps approached.
"Good girl," He told her. "You have followed my instructions well. I am pleased with you."
She smiled and thanked her Master.
"I want you to stay very still now. We will be taking a trip and I need to prepare you." Her Master unzipped His bag and began to remove items, some of which He placed on the floor at her feet.
He began by tying her wrists together with rope, securing it with knots. It should only hurt now if she tried to move. This pleased Him. She would have to cooperate or she would feel pain instantly. He began to wind rope around her ankles, tying each off but not attaching it to anything... yet. He attached chain links to each ankle. She knew Him well enough to recognise that this meant He wanted to be able to keep her legs apart at some point.
