Everything was different this time. This time she had arrived in town first, and it was she standing in the airport terminal, watching the new arrivals headed to pick up their luggage. This time it was a reunion instead of a first meeting. This time, she knew the feel of His hands on her body, the taste of Him, the sound of His voice as she knelt before Him. This time she knew the warmth and security of being in His presence. This time, she knew how she would tremble in fear and anticipation when He took the blade or the belt in His hand.
She spotted Him first, towering as He did above the crowds of housewives and secretaries and retirees headed into town for a long weekend of fun. By any standard He would be considered a powerful Man, tall and solid, her Mighty Oak. But, she thought, none of others around her would know of the control He wielded over her. They could not see that His power extended far beyond the physical.
He saw her, and His pleasure was reflected in His eyes. As she watched Him walk toward her, she felt His ownership of her not only in the brand on her skin; it was a brand on her soul. His eyes drew her to Him, bound her to Him as surely as a rope.
As she watched Him walk toward her, she felt the hot juice from her cunt flood over her thighs. As she often did, she put her hand to her throat, feeling for the collar that was not there, the collar that she wore only when alone, but that she always felt.
Everything was different this time, but just like before, her heart raced. Like before, she wanted to run to Him. Last time she had been confused, afraid to do it, but this time her happiness overwhelmed her and she moved forward.
Just inches from Him, she lowered her head, smiling but suddenly shy. "Master," she said.
"My puppy." she looked up quickly and He folded her in His arms, holding her tightly. She sighed, relaxing against His warmth, her breasts crushed against Him.
"Okay, puppy, that's enough. Now follow your instructions."
"Yes, my Master," she whispered.
She clasped her hands behind her back and followed three paces behind Him as He strode to the luggage carousel. Standing quietly, she kept her head down as He had ordered, but she continued to watch Him, smiling to be in her Master's presence again. The wait wasn't long, and within minutes they were on the way to pick up His car.
He permitted her to speak as they stood together in the near-empty office, waiting for His car to be brought around. Small talk about the flight, simply chatting. But as she spoke, His fingers slipped under her skirt, feeling the wetness of her thighs. She gasped.
"Good girl, no panties. Now, what were you saying, puppy?" He smiled. "Keep talking."
She rattled on, scarcely knowing what she saying, aware only of His fingers checking her cunt, playing with the rings that hung from her lips. The hand withdrew as footsteps approached and she looked up, attempting to hide her agitation.
"Your car is right over there, Mr. Jones. Have a pleasant stay." The clerk handed over a sheaf of papers, and they were on their way.
"Get in the car, puppy," He instructed, opening the trunk.
She obeyed, enjoying the feeling of the warm leather beneath her pussy. He got in and started the car. As they waited for the motor to warm, she spoke the words He had taught her.
"Master, I am Your slut, Your slave. I am nothing without You. I am here to submit myself entirely to You. This cunt, these tits, this ass, are Yours. They are for Your use alone. I am Yours to rape and torture, to beat and to cut. I am Yours to piss on and spit on. I am Your property, Your slut, Your whore and I am nothing else."
"That's right, puppy. Now let's see how much of a slut you are. Pull up your skirt."
Her breath came fast as she complied. He laid His hand on her cunt, fingers sliding between her wet lips. She moaned and quickly put her hand over her mouth. His hand remained still for a moment, resting, and she held her breath. Then it came, the first blow, hard and stinging on a clit already swollen with excitement. The second blow came and she pushed herself back in the seat, another moan escaping from under her hand. Again and again He struck her, giving her cunt the punishment it so needed.
Before she became completely lost in the sensation, He spoke again.
"Did you bring a glove, puppy?"
"Yes, Master." she fumbled in her bag, pulling out the latex glove and handing it to Him, not daring to look up. Her body began to tremble when she heard the snapping of the glove as He pulled it onto His hand.
"Lean your seat back."
He made her wait, pulling out of the lot and onto the road, before He touched her again. She was already writhing in anticipation, her own fingers in her mouth as she sought any sensation, every sensation.
The hand was back again, this time touching her softly, merely brushing lightly against the top of her pussy. He toyed with the rings, gently tugging on them, then He separated her lips. Suddenly His fingers were in her, deep, pushing hard and she cried out, cumming immediately, her silk gushing over His fingers. She needed Him inside her, all of Him, any part of Him. The fingers twisted within her, feeling her depths, pulling the cum from her.
She writhed in her seat, needing to get her cunt closer to Him, needing to offer Him all of her. Somehow she got one foot behind him, the other on the floor, her body contorted in the seat.
"Please, please, Master. Please fuck Your puppy."
His fingers, four of them, pounded into her as He drove. She was vaguely aware that they were on the streets, that passing motorists might see them, but she didn't care. She didn't care if she had to lay in the middle of the street with everyone watching, she only cared that He continued to give her what she had been needing for so long. Her hips rose, thrusting toward Him as the wave of an overpowering orgasm washed over her. The wave broke and she thought she would pass out, His fingers filling her, holding her, controlling her.
"All right, puppy, that's enough. Be a good girl, sit up."
His voice came to her through a fog, but she forced herself to obey, untangling her limbs and straightening herself in her seat. She saw that they were already pulling in at the hotel. The car was filled with the aroma of her cunt, the cunt of a bitch in heat.
She handed her Master His key to the room and followed Him through the lobby to the elevators, certain that anyone who looked at her would see what she had been doing, see the silk dripping from her cunt. Strange, she thought to herself, that she did not feel embarrassed about it. Indeed, she hoped that they could see it, see her pride in being owned by this Man, her joy in being a slut for His use.
He opened the door and they entered the room, she stopping immediately inside the door to remove her clothing and put on her collar, as He required. She dropped to her knees, waiting for further instructions as He looked around the room.
"Puppy, come." she remained on her knees, crawling to Him as he lowered Himself into a chair. He lifted her chin, looking into her eyes as she knelt before Him. "It's good to see you, puppy. Master has missed His property." The fingers softly stroked her cheek...and then slapped it, hard.
"You are such a slut," He said. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, Master."
Another slap. "What does a slut like you need?"
"Pain, Master. Slut needs pain."
Another slap. "And what else?"
"Rape."
Slap. "And?"
