This piece was written with the editorial assistance of Lord Thelonius Porksword.
A test of Obedience
Sorenna had been His for six months. That's when He collared her and moved them both to this tiny island off of Alaska. Since they are pretty far from the mainland, supplies are flown in, especially in the winter. He runs a business strictly by computer, internet and phone, so the two of them are able to spend many hours in her training. He is deeply pleased with her response to Him and how quickly she is learning her submission, accepting it well.
Today He is going to test her, see how much she has really learned and if she is ready to obey His commands, unquestionably, simply because he told her to, asked her to, wanted her to.
At any moment, He is expecting the plane that will deliver their supplies. He has seen the pilot watching His girl, knows that he is unmarried and has decided to find out if the pilot would like a sample of His Sorenna.
Spotting the airplane over the water, He watches as the craft lands in a loud splash of water, coming to a rest at the dock. When the pilot jumps out of the plane, he sends a friendly wave to Him, and begins unloading the supplies from the cargo hold.
The Master makes his way over, enjoying the crisp air outside, thinking of Renna in the house reading His note and dressing as He had instructed her. He can't wait to see her.
Inside the house, Sorenna reads the note He left for her on the table. It simply says for her to go to the drawer and put what is inside on, and only what is inside there. She reaches up and touches the collar she has worn for several months, having never once taken it off. She knows by heart that she is to wear it always. He told her she would never remove it and neither would He.
She walks to their room, and stands before the drawer. With no conscious thought on her part, she kneels the way she would for her Master. She opens the drawer pulling out the items one by one. First to come out is a small bit of denim. As she looks it over, she discovers they were once shorts, or maybe jeans. They had been radically altered, however. She pulls them on over her legs and smooth, bare pussy, to better judge the alterations.
They fit just like a pair of jeans over her waist, buttoning and zipping. Her hips are bare due to the sides of the pants being cut high, and most of the seat as well. She turns pink as she realizes that most of her ass is showing, the back of the shorts arching over her cheeks, framing them in the fabric. Down the crack was simply the seam of the shorts, continuing around to the front, through her pussy lips and stopping just at the base of the zipper.
She smiles as she wonders where He thinks of the things like this, and who did the alterations?
Next she extracts a top. It is made of thin silk, almost sheer. She puts the white shirt on over her bare breasts, her nipples hardening immediately as the silk caresses her skin. She straightens the open collar of the shirt and buttons the only button, low between her breasts, just above a tie, which she knots loosely just below her tits.
She could not resist running her hands over the smooth material, over her breasts and teasing, just for a moment, her nipples, loving the feel of the silk stretched a little tight over her tits, cupping them perfectly. She stands and looks at herself in the mirror, pleased with His choices. She notices that she can see the shadow of her nipples under the material. She blushes, the thought making her wet.
Now she reaches into the drawer, and takes out a shoe box. Her favorite part. Opening the box, she wonders what she will find within. There is a pair of brown, patched leather boots inside. She pulls one of them out astonished that it is a thigh high cowboy boot. The leg part of it is soft and flexible, zippered up the back. The foot part of the boot looks exactly like a pair of cowboy boots, softly rounded, with a pointed toe, the only difference being the height of the heel, 4 inches. She puts them on, and is amazed. Plenty of thigh is visible over the top of the boot. She looks long and sexy.
Looking once more in the mirror, she fingers her hair and looks over her makeup and goes into the livingroom to wait for Him to come back from getting the supplies. Renna passes the time until her Master comes back, daydreaming of Him, as she sits on her pillow next to His chair.
He has spent the last several minutes talking to the pilot, discussing his willingness to come inside and meet Sorenna. He also explains briefly about their relationship, not much information, just that she is His and obeys Him in all things.
The pilot agrees, intrigued and excited. The two of them walk to the house and step into the front room.
The Master looks to her and smiles, letting her know He is well pleased with her obedience and appearance.
She gives a little "O" of surprise when she sees the pilot follow her Master into the house. She bows her head and looks at the floor, embarrassed and flushed. She does not lose her composure though, and sits quietly.
She hears her Master invite the man to sit down and asks if he would like a drink. She listens to the pilot say a beer would be great. Upon hearing him, Sorenna gets up from the cushion and walks slowly across the room to the kitchen area, feeling the eyes of both men on her. She nervously gets the beer from the refrigerator and also gets one for her Master.
A beer in each hand, she goes back into the living room. She stops first in front of the guest, opening his beer and smiling at him as she bends forward slightly to hand it to him. Her eyes sweep the pilot from head to hip, taking his measure. Her tits fall forward, giving him an uninterrupted view of her deep cleavage. She blushes prettily as she hears his indrawn breath and sees his eyes are fastened on her almost exposed mounds. Then, with a seductive smile at him, she gives him her back, knowing he getting quite a view of her ass brazenly on display.
She walks slowly, sensuously, to her Master, forgetting the other man as soon as He looks at her.
She stands in front of Him positioning herself between His legs. She lowers her body to the floor, and sets the beer down next to her. She spreads her knees wide, sits on her heels and straightens her back, thrusting her tits forward, her hands clasped together behind her back. She bows her head slightly, eyes on the floor, silently offering all of herself to her Master. She remains still for several moments, then reaches beside her, picks up the beer, opens it and from her knees, hands it to Him.
He accepts the beer from her hand and places it on the table next to him. He takes a moment to savor the sight of His lovely girl, supplicating to Him. He loves the look of her so submissive to his every suggestion. He can see her trembling, but knows its not from fear. He can feel the waves of desire flowing off of her.
