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.