A New Beginning

Disclaimer...this is the start of a series of chapters and it starts slow, if mind blowing sex and instant Domination is your bag, come back later, if not read on, its my first attempt at writing and all comments will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy.

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"You have arrived at your destination" the sickly sweet voice of my sat nav informed me.

I went through the usual routine, switching the damn thing off, opening my glove box and all but throwing it in, locking the glove box and cleaning the screen.

A routine I followed every time I used it, yet today I was taking far longer, my movements slower, more deliberate, time wasting I suppose.

I glanced down at the clock and saw I had 10 minutes, a quick look up the drive brought home to me that I had better get moving else I would be late, not a prospect I relished.

Swinging my legs out the drivers seat, I subconsciously tugged down on my skirt, adjusted my top and started walking towards the large iron gates that framed the entrance to the drive.

As I neared them, I took in the beautiful scroll work, the shining gold spikes that donned the top, the initials MA entwined together that created a seal in the middle.

I looked round for an intercom, seeing nothing.

It was the right place, it had to be, I had followed instructions to the letter. I'm good at following instructions, its in my nature.

I suppose at this point I should introduce myself. My name is Alannah, Irish Gaelic for Darling Child, or daring child as my mammie used to say.

I'm indeed from Eire, the Emerald Isle I now live away from, but shall always be home.

I'm 36 years old, 5' 5" and weight about 8 stone soaking wet.

My breasts are a neat 32C but my nipples are my crowning glory, large, sensitive and a beautiful pink colour, oh and I'm submissive.

In everyday life I have a great job, I am in charge of a reasonably large group of people and deal with issues and problems all day long.

When I get home from work however my true self takes off my clothes the minute I walk through the door, puts on my collar, wrist restraints, ankle restraints and inserts a dildo into my cunt, kneels and waits for my One to get home,.

Or rather I did, until 9 months ago when it all went wrong, but that's another story.

This story is the start of my returning to the life I cannot live without, I tried, I really did, but after 3 months I found myself browsing internet sites again, reading stories, chatting with people.

I even ventured back to the club I had spent so many happy years at with my One.

It was here I met MA, a mysterious figure who rarely came to the club, but was one of the founding members.

The stories were legendary and re told over and over, yet he was known to few, who said little. I had heard about him previously but I was so content with my One, he failed to even register in my mind.

It started 3 months ago when I was at the club one night, wearing the red wristband that declared I was not playing, just socialising, my safety net.

I was at the bar claiming my second and final allowed alcoholic drink, a neat Bushmills malt whiskey, no ice, when the room seemed to stop.

Silence so quiet it was eerie, seconds earlier the room had been filled with the sounds of people chatting, whips whistling through the air, cries of pain and pleasure stimulating the senses, then nothing.

Just the sound of footsteps clicking across the stone floor.

I turned to look, as I think everyone who was not restrained did, what I saw caused me to catch my breath, my heart pounding as I saw Him. MA himself, here in the club.

Imposing is the only word that sprang to mind, 6' 4", toned with shoulders to die for.

I am a shoulders girl through and through, from the front or back a strong pair of toned shoulders is enough to make me gasp in pleasure.

Dark hair, and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see everything, through everything, a bolt of lighting seemed to jolt my whole body as they locked on mine.

I could not breath, could not blink, I sat there as if frozen in time as I watched Him walk towards me, glance down at the red band round my wrist, sat down next to me.

His eyes still locked on mine, as if He could see into my soul. "neat whiskey , things must be bad."

I just stared at Him, words forming in my brain but not quite reaching my mouth.

"I don't bite little one" a slight chuckle then "well not always anyway."

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth at this cheesy comment, making Him seem more human, more real.

I managed to stammer an introduction.

I remember Him laughing and saying "ah the whisky is explained, you are Irish, I could listen to you talk all evening."

Which is what we did, much to the surprise of pretty much everyone in the club.

I ignored the dirty looks I was getting, the whispered comments barely registering as we spent the evening chatting about everything and anything, everything except the lifestyle.

Funny really, sitting in a BDSM club talking about football, rugby, the price of shopping whilst people were involved in bondage activities all around us.

Our drinks now non alcoholic being served by a beautiful blonde wearing nothing but a few leather straps, leaving little to the imagination, yet not once did the subject of S&M arise.

That evening flew by, before I knew it the club had wound down, the barmaid ringing the bell for last orders and realisation I had stayed far longer than I had planned hit home.

I was going to be a wreck in the morning. He saw me glance at my watch and held out His hand, in it a card, "not now Alannah, but when you get home , have a read, let me know."

I took the card, a slight tremor in my hand as I stuffed it, without looking into my handbag.

I stood as He did, and not quite knowing what to do I held out my hand, He took it in His and I felt that jolt of lightning again, my eyes widened.

He chuckled softly and merely said "I hope you get in touch, My evening has been greatly enhanced by your company."

He turned and walked off before I could say a word.

I walked home that night in record time, the card burning a hole in my handbag,.

I had barely opened my door when I tipped the contents of my handbag unceremoniously on the hall table.

My hands shaking as I rummaged through the junk I find necessary to carry around with me, till my fingers found the now crumbled business card.

I paused for a minute, suddenly unsure of myself, questions running amok through my mind.

I took a deep breath and through caution to the wind, looking down I saw the script writing, bold and black almost jumping off the white card.

2 sentences that would change my life: MA and underneath a yahoo messenger address.

I should have gone straight to bed there and then, but curiosity got the better of me, why me?

I hadn't dressed for the club, just black leggings and a bustier, I wasn't what you would call beautiful, not ugly.

Just girl next door, red hair, freckles and greeny blue eyes that seemed to change colour depending on my mood, hell I was even wearing the red band, the stay away band as it was nicknamed!

So why had the illusive MA spent more time with me than anyone else in the club, in its history?

I hated unanswered questions, a trait that frequently gets me into trouble.

So I found myself firing up my ancient lap top, swore at it lots till it finally cranked into life enough for me to open my Yahoo messenger.

With my hands trembling I typed in the user name He had given me and sent a request.

I figured I would hear back in the morning so went to log out, when a message binged, my request had been accepted and a chat window appeared.

To cut a long 3 months short, from that first night we chatted at every available moment, Him learning a lot about me, and me learning a little about Him.

All leading to this moment now, me standing wondering, just how to get through these gates separating me from the man I was about to give myself to.

We had not met again since that night in the club, or even spoken, our communication limited to instant messages, yet I knew in my heart that this was where I belonged, where I needed to be.

I reached into my handbag to pull out my phone.

The last IM had given me a postcode, a date, time and phone number to be used if necessary.

I figured since I was meant to present myself at His door, which I had no way of reaching unless I clambered over 8' iron spiked gates in 6" heels, it was classed as a necessary use of the number.

I found my phone just as I heard the clanking sounds of gates opening, looking up I saw the initials MA separate as the two sides of the gates swung apart from each other.

This was it, this was the moment I had been waiting for, so why would my legs not move?

Looking up the drive I willed myself to move, slowly I started towards the open gates.

The gravel crunching under my feet, having to concentrate in my heels not to stumble, my steps tentative, each move deliberate, my mind blank as I focused on the door coming into view, closer with each step to the start of my new life.

After what seemed to be an age I finally reached the massive, oversized wooden door, varnished to within an inch of its life, an equally oversized wrought iron door knocker cast with the initials MA sat proud in the middle of the door.

I reached up and knocked once, the sound echoing across the courtyard.

The door swung open and I dropped to my knees and looked up into the piercing grey eyes that had haunted me since that night in the club.

The smile playing on His lips reaching His eyes, as he took in my outfit, a mid thigh length black pencil skirt, and the bustier I had been wearing the night we met, the matt black high heeled shoes hidden under my bottom.

The simple silver St Christopher pendant I never took off hanging just above my cleavage.

He knew without looking I was naked underneath, I had followed his instructions to the letter, down to the subtle make up , a hint of blusher, the green eyeshadow, and a smear of clear lip gloss.

As I said following instructions is what I do best.

"Good girl, you please Me greatly, now come."

His accent deep and rumbling , commanding yet subtle, melting my insides.

A man of few words I thought to myself yet every word seemed laced with meaning.

They did however pose me with my first dilemma, did I stand? crawl?

How was I meant to go to Him, instinctively I dropped from my kneel position into a crawl and started to crawl towards Him.

His smile telling me that I had made the right decision. He backed into the hallway, never taking his eyes off me as I crawled my way into His home, my home possibly, the thought making me shiver visibly.

He stopped, held up His hand in a stop position and walked back past me to close the door.

The thud as it shut seemed to vibrate right through every inch of my body.

The noise sounding so final, my way out had gone. I didn't want a way out and I am sure if I asked to leave, the door would again be opened and I could walk away back to my life.

However for a split second panic rose through my chest, my body shook, and I almost missed the warmth of His touch gently on my back.

That simple touch, a flat palm resting at the base of my spine seemed to radiate heat, love, appreciation far more than any words could have.

It calmed me instantly, a sigh escaping my lips as the tension seemed to transfer away from my body through His hand.

"It's late My precious gem and as much as I want to give you the tour and spend all night enjoying your company, I need you fresh and ready in the morning, we have a lot of talking to do, important details to make sure you are comfy with the decision you have made by knocking on My door tonight, do you understand?"

I blinked for what seemed like the first time since entering the house, and found my mouth was dry, licking my lips and swallowing a few times I could only reply, croaking,

"Yes Sir, I understand."

We had agreed early on in our IM conversations that I would call Him Sir, till we found out if I was ready to accept a new Master, and indeed if I was suited to being His submissive.

He had used several terms of affection for me in that time, usually using little one or precious gem.

A token towards my coming from the Emerald Isle, I was His treasure He had said, and gems were the most precious of all.

A tug on a corded gold coloured rope brought a beautiful girl scurrying from one of the rooms off the long wide hallway, she was stunning, my breath caught in my throat as she approached.

She was dressed in a floaty black sheer dress, glints of silver catching the light, she was obviously naked underneath and I couldn't work out where the silver shimmering was coming from.

I suddenly realised I was kneeling on the floor in a strange house being approached by a vision of perfection.

The panic I had felt dissolve moments ago returning in force, I looked round wildly, making an attempt to rise from my knees, the hand returning to my back keeping me gently in position.

A soft breath on my neck as He whispered in my ear;

"Calm down little one, its ok this is Silky, she is going to look after you tonight, you are safe with her, trust me, remember all the chats we have had, all the moments that have brought us here, tonight, together, you trusted Me enough to be here, trust Me now to stay here."

I nodded slowly, his words breaking through my panic, it had been my decision to come, my hand that had lifted the knocker, my knees that had propelled me into His home.

My breathing slowed, my shaking slowly settled and I felt that calmness that seemed to radiate from Him seep into my pores.

"Say it little one, I need to hear you want to be here." Whispered the voice in my ear again.

"Yes Sir, I want to stay, I'm sor..."

I didn't get any further before he cut me off.

"Shhhh there are no apologises needed, I would have been a little worried if you just crawled in and accepted all this straight away, but tonight is not the time for serious conversation. Treat it as a night in a hotel, before a next day meeting. Get some sleep and in the morning when emotions have settled a little you will be in a better frame of mind to decide where we go from here."

My voice stronger now as his words permeated my brain,

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." I found myself saying.

The vision I now knew to be Silky had dropped to her knees at His feet whilst I had been busy panicking, an action in itself that seemed to calm me further.

He bent and whispered in her ear, words I couldn't hear, before returning His attention to me, bending to plant the softest of kisses on my forehead.

"Sleep well My gem, we will talk in the morning, obey silky like you would obey Me this evening."

Closing my eyes softly and drinking in the velvet tones of his voice I replied " Yes Sir, good night Sir."

Silky rose from her position once He had disappeared from sight, beckoning me to do the same.

"Come, follow me. I will show you to your room for tonight, Master has given you the guest room, you are very lucky you know, its been 3 years since He has allowed anyone else into His home."

Her voice was a shock compared to her looks, in my mind I had imagined a soft sing song voice, gentle edged, yet when she spoke she had the nasal twang that comes from growing up in Newcastle.

A place I had spent a few years early on in my career and a place I always looked forward to going back to.

I smiled warmly and went to speak, she cut me off before I started with a raised hand.

"I am to show you to your room and make sure you have everything you need, but I am not allowed to talk to you tonight. Master wants you to sleep and let the emotions that led you here to settle before we discuss anything with you, He wants you to make any decisions with your head, not your heart."

"or your cunt." She added laughing quietly.

"Its not that I don't want to talk to you, but I remember my first night here, I would have agreed to anything and its not the best way to make a life changing decision!, tomorrow all your questions will be answered."

I nodded my head.

"I understand," I said, "you are right, you share His wisdom and I thank you."

This brought a tinge of a blush to her cheeks as she bowed her head slightly and continued to walk along the seemingly endless maze of corridors till we reached a door.

Opening the door she stood to one side and ushered me forwards.

Not for the first time that night I gasped, this time as the luxury of the room made me open my eyes in awe.

It was better than most of the 5 star hotels I had stayed in.

The carpet thick and fluffy, the wallpaper a glorious shade of wild green, the curtains draped over gold poles, the bed a huge king sized four poster with sheer draped fabric, the bedding complimenting the colour of the walls, a bedside cabinet of walnut topped with a huge vase filled with daffodils, my favourite flower.

That simple vase of flowers affected me more than the rest of the room.

He had remembered. I smiled, my eyes shining with unshed tears as the mixed emotions raged through my mind.

The last time I had bought Daffs was to put on the final resting place of my One, yet here I was looking at them blooming in the house of a man I was about to take the first steps towards my future.

I had a feeling wherever Dietmar was now, he would be proud of me, and that one thought had my smile beating the tears.

Silkys voice roused me from my thoughts, I turned to face her, hearing her tell me she would leave me now and would wake me in the morning.

"Night silky, thank you again." I murmured softly as she turned and walked out the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I stood for a minute, just turning on the spot, taking in every inch of the room.

It wasn't what I expected for my first night as a new submissive, but as I reminded myself I wasn't yet.

I wouldn't be until we had both had the chance to make sure face to face it was what we wanted.

Yes, over the past 3 months we had gotten to know one another.

He knew about Dietmar, I knew that something similar had affected His life and that He understood.

I knew He had hard limits as did I, but we had left these as bare facts till we met again.

In short we knew enough to know we had a connection and I was here to see if it was a connection to build on or walk away from.

I stripped and folded my clothes neatly and placed them on a old fashioned antique chair in the corner of the room.

Wandering back over to the bed, the fluffy carpet caressing my feet as I walked the few steps over to the bed.

Throwing back the duvet I sank onto the mattress that seemed to wrap itself around me in a comforting hug, reached down pulled the covers right up to my chin, cocooning myself in a safe haven, closed my eyes and my last thoughts before I drifted off were just what was that silver shimmering...

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