I admit to being nervous and afraid, but that is part of the excitement. I have been with Doms in the past, but today I was meeting a true master, someone who had spent years perfecting Your techniques. I was heading to an address You had given me, dressed as instructed in only my high heels, and black stockings, covered by a long coat. I am not a model, but I like to think I am beautiful. I am 5'11" with long legs, and I wear a 40DDD, that is as far as most men get when they look at me. I have brown eyes and short red hair.
Per Your instructions, I park in the garage at the address You gave me. As I walk towards the house, I hear the garage door closing. I am getting seriously nervous at this point. My car is hidden away, and no one knows where I am. As I approach the door, a young man of maybe 20 opens it for me. "The master is expecting you. May I take your coat?" I want to keep my coat on, but somehow know that I am to surrender it, along with myself. As I remove my coat, I can feel the young man's eyes roaming hungrily over my body. You carefully hang my coat up and lead me to a set of stairs. "Follow the stairs to the room below and wait there." As I enter the staircase, I hear the door close and lock behind me. I am trembling with fear but I continue down the stairs, as there is now no turning back.
The stairwell is pitch black and I run my hands along the wall to keep from stumbling. I pause at the bottom, unsure where to go in the complete darkness. Suddenly, I am grabbed and spun to the side. You place a blindfold over my eyes and a collar around my neck. I can feel a length of leather hanging down against my breasts and thighs. You grab the leather leash and pull on it, leading me forward.
You have not spoken a word and I long to hear your voice, to confirm that you are the same man I have talked to and have learned to trust. You don't say a word, however, as you fasten leather restraints around my wrists and lift them above my head. They are hooked to a chain that hangs from the ceiling, and my toes barely touch the ground. Your hands caress my shoulders, sliding down to massage my breasts. You pinch and pull at each nipple eliciting a small whimper from deep in my throat. Your touch is firm but not painful as you continue exploring my exposed body. I feel your fingers probing the entrance to my pussy, stroking the lips before plunging inside me. They are gone just as quickly they were inserted. You caress my ass cheeks and then abruptly sink a finger deep in my ass, and remove it. I realize that you are assessing me, judging me, and I can only hope that you approve.
The blindfold is removed but it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they do, I see you standing before me. You are very tall, at least 6'2", with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Your strength is obvious under the snug jeans and black silk shirt that envelop your body and I long to touch you. You release the chain suspending my arms. "To your knees, now!"
I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes on the floor. "You may leave now, but if you do, you may never return. If you choose to stay, then you are agreeing to submit to my every command. Red is your safe word and if you choose to use it, I will stop whatever I am doing and you will leave this house forever. These are your choices. Do you choose to stay my pet?" As clearly as I can, I answer, "Yes master, I choose to stay."
"Great, then let us start." You grab the leash and pull me to my feet, leading me over to a device composed of two sawhorses joined by approximately 3-foot boards at the end. Each surface was wrapped with padding. You fasten leather restraints to each ankle and fasten them to the legs of the sawhorse so I am standing with my legs spread wide. Reaching in your pocket, you produce a set of nipple clamps, joined by a fine chain, with a light weight sliding along the chain. You pinch my right nipple, pulling it away from my body until it is standing stiffly upright. You attach the clamp, and a sharp pain shoots through my nipple. I want to scream, but know it will displease you, so I bite it back. Without a pause you begin pinching and pulling on my left nipple and attach the clamp. The pain on the left side is not as bad, as I know what to expect. You drop the weight, about an ounce, and I cry out from the increased pain coursing through my tender nipples.