Straggling into the apartment loaded down with bags from shopping, the girl scuffles into the kitchen placing the bags on the counter. Standing at the counter and smiling to herself, she recalls her Master handing her some extra money. "Go and do some shopping for yourself. You've been such a good girl." And seeing that special smile He gets, she laughed, kissed Him and ran.
Shaking herself from the memory, she quickly puts away the groceries, and when done, runs to Him breathing just a little heavy. Dropping to her knees before Him, laughing and happy, her Master and her Heart, she exclaims, "Master, Your girl thanks You again for the extra money! She had such fun shopping and she believes she bought some things that will please You!"
Lowering to the floor, she kisses His feet, then His calves, then His thighs; then looking at Him with love and lust asks, "Master, may Your girl dress in her new clothes and show You please?"
Smiling at her happiness and pleased with how well His slave's training is progressing, He looks deeply into her eyes. "Girl, listen very closely. Prepare yourself and change into what you bought, then go into the spare room. There you will lay on your back, legs spread wide and hands at your sides, and wait for Me. Do not move and do not speak! Now go!"
Eyes wide and excited she stammers "yes Master!" and running into the kitchen, the girl grabs the bags with her "special" purchases and skips into the bedroom.
Quickly stripping off her clothes, she then removes the clothes from the bag. First, a tiny strap of underwear, crotchless, red lace and oh-so-sexy. Stepping into it, she slides the small piece of material up around her hips and spreads the strings that are supposed to be "legs" to frame her nether lips, shocked and excited that nothing is truly covered. Next, the matching red sheer mesh top, so very soft, with the nipples cutout and exposed, the gossamer fabric covering her stomach but not touching the top of the tiny, sexy panties.
She considers how much time she spent this morning preparing herself to His liking; shaving her pussy and ass, her armpits and legs too, no hair anywhere including the little run of hair down her belly, knowing He likes her totally hairless.
Looking in the mirror she re-does her hair and makeup. Several shades of brown eye-shadow to make her eyes sultry; red, red lips to be His slut and whore *smiling to herself at those images* pinning the sides of her hair back to keep it out of the way, but knowing He likes to be able to grab a handful so leaving the back long and loose. One last look in the mirror and she's satisfied.
Stepping lightly from the bedroom and going down the hall, she enters the small extra room. The single bed is in the middle of the room with the foot facing the door. Climbing upon it, Aisha (the name He gave the slave and which she proudly wears) lays on her back, her hands at her sides, palms facing upward. Her legs are spread wide for easy access and inspection as she awaits her Master.
She can feel her cunt becoming wet; excited for the wait, excited for His inspection, and a little embarrassed still, after all this time, at being totally exposed and so very open for His view. His standing order of a totally hairless pussy always makes her so aware of the blatant view of her sexuality, reminding her that all that she is belongs to Him.
Closing her eyes, she remembers how she looked in the mirror in her new "almost" clothes, and a small smile appears at her self image. She knows He will recognize all she did was for Him, as He often amazes her with His understanding of her slavery. But then, a little bit of uncertainty creeps in. What if He doesn't like it? What if this one has not pleased Him? The worry grows until she hears Him step into the room.
Glancing down the length of her body, she sees Him looking at her and notices that He is naked! Facing the door, the girl's pussy, pink and wet, is framed in the red lace, legs wide for use if He so desires. Her large, pink nipples harden at His stare.
Moving around the room, Master looks at her, not saying a word, just looking, and judging, and deciding if His slave has come as far as He believes. He wonders if she has finally understood His need for her submission and trust, mind, body and soul. Does this display and her willingness this night truly show that she understands she is no longer an individual, but rather, is owned property to be used as He chooses?
He goes to the dresser and opens the top drawer, reaching in and bringing out a soft, braided rope. "Roll over, get on your hands and knees, and make Your cunt available to me." Obeying quickly she rolls over, on wide-spread knees with her back curved down so her ass is up and tipped, providing her open cunt, hands just above her head as He demands. Walking around Aisha, He adjusts her posture, tipping her ass up, straightening her shoulders so her breasts hang as pleases Him.
Running His hand up the girl's thigh and over her pussy, His fingers penetrate the slick folds. He feels the wetness, and the clenching of her inner muscles in response to His caress. He begins to tease, touching her ass, rubbing her shoulders and breasts, His hands seeming to touch her everywhere as He takes His time caressing her body.
Walking to stand in front of her, His engorged tool touches her face, her cheek, her mouth. Opening her mouth for Him, He spears her open hole. In response she begins to worship His cock, licking and sucking Him, taking him into her throat. Little moans and sighs escape her and her body starts the slightest of rocking in response to His rhythm in her mouth.
He pulls away and she groans in protest. He smacks her ass hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. "HUSH!" He demands of her, and her noises stop.
Taking the rope, He begins to bind the girl's breasts, wrapping and tightening the rope, making her breasts stand out, the nipples hard like little diamonds. As He walks around her, His cock slaps her face, her arm, her leg, the other side the same as He continues the breast bondage. Finishing, He once again goes to the head of the bed and teases her mouth with His cock, hard and unforgiving, demanding entrance to be sucked and teased
Just as she begins to moan, groaning and sucking in earnest, He pulls out of her mouth again and demands, "roll over and place your arms at each corner, and your legs at each corner, and do not move." Again rolling over quickly, Aisha spreads herself wide again, and peeks at Him to see His face. She can tell His lust by the look in His eyes, the furrows around them, the straight line of His mouth, His cock, so engorged and still glistening with her spit, all telling the tail of His arousal and determination.
Taking her arms, He places them above her head and ties them, one to each corner of the bed. Moving then to the side of the bed, He leans down and looks deeply into her eyes. Not knowing what He sees, but seeing satisfaction in His look, He asks, "girl, do You trust me?"
Aisha nods her head. He then moves to her feet, tying first her left foot to the corner of the bed, then her right to the other corner. Coming back and standing beside the bed again, He leans down and looks deeply into Aisha's eyes. "Girl, do you absolutely trust me?"
A little slower, the girl again nods yes. Master takes ear plugs and places them gently in her ears. For the final time, He leans over the girl as mouths to her, watching her closely, "girl, do you know and believe that i will never hurt you. Do you trust Me?"
