I looked at my watch as I sat in the terminal. One more hour I say to myself. Two years of online chats, phone conversations, emails, and picture trading has lead to this moment. My sub is on a plane somewhere over the eastern United States flying towards me.
As I said it all started 2 years ago when I just happened to log onto a BDSM chat room. I greeted the room and just sat back and was watching the scroll as all of the others chatted away. While I was watching a sub started to talk to just me. I couldn't believe it because I have gone into the rooms so many times and had not a soul say anything to me after the greeting. Well, I answered her questions and asked some of my own. We must have talked for over 2 hours that first time. By the time all was said and done we had added each other to our friends list and set a time and date to talk again.
The next chat was just in private, only us, where we got more personal with our questions. It wasn't till about the twentieth time we talked privately that we actually did anything in the way of dominant/submissive. When I said good night at the end of that conversation I knew that I had found someone special.
We began talking more and more and then things got to a point that on our one-year anniversary, I asked her to accept my collar of consideration. It was not for another month until she said yes. It was at this time, that she revealed to me that when we had first started talking she was talking with several others but after a month or so all but I had left her. She next asked, "Sir why is it that you have not left me like the others?"
I responded to her question the only way I had ever answered her questions and that was with the truth. I said, "Because my dear after those first couple of chats and then built upon in the following months, I knew that I had found someone special, and I was not going to just let you go. If you were wanting to get rid of me then you would have to tell me to go."
She then said; " but Sir I don't deserve one such as yourself,"
I said, "on the contrary my love, it is I who does not deserve such a loyal, willing, and sincere submissive."
So here we are a year later, and she is coming for a visit of at least a week if not longer. She will be in my home to serve her new Master and Mistress, as my wife is a dominant as well.
I am awaken from my reminisce by the announcement of her flight. I stand up and move right in front of the gate. This was important because I had told her that I would be right there so she would know that I wanted and loved her.
I stand there waiting for what seemed like forever, wondering if she had missed the flight or decided not to come. But as my hope had just about faded away into nothingness, there she came walking very slowly down the jet way. I could tell she was very nervous by the way her head was down and her walk was as if someone had to push her along the way. Finally she raised her head and saw me. I could see it in her eyes; there was a sigh of relief that came across her face along with a sigh. She now knows that she is actually wanted and truly loved.
I give her a hug and a kiss on the check. She says, " Sorry Sir I was so scared that you wouldn't be here that I didn't want to get off the plane. The stewardess made me leave."
We both laughed at that and started walking to get her bags. We walked hand in hand all the way down to the baggage pick up making small talk with each other. We found her bags; luckily they all had made it. I took the bags and started walking her out to the vehicle. On the way out my darling said to me, "Sir I need to make a short stop at the ladies room."
I said, "Not a problem, and while you are doing that I will call home and let your Mistress know you made it safely."
So off she went with one of her bags in her hand, while I stood outside with the other one and talked on the phone to my wife. I informed her that our girl had arrived safely and we would be leaving the airport within the next few minutes to start the two hour trip home.
I hung up the phone just as my sub walked out of the ladies room. I nearly dropped my phone as my jaw hit the floor. Boy, what a site she was. She walked out in this low cut blouse; push up bra, short skirt, thigh high stockings, and four-inch heels. And to top it all off she had on the collar that I had bought and sent to her.