Ryssa put on her eyeliner, one black stroke after another lining her top and bottom lids carefully. The dark tint brought out the vibrant green of her large eyes. After applying the last layer of ivory powder to her face, she went over her outfit once again. On her slightly smaller-than-normal body, Ryssa donned a black corset shirt that pushed her large breasts up and out. The green lace that outlined the corset and colored the laces matched perfectly with the black tutu skirt that landed mid thigh meant to show off shapely legs. Ryssa's black leather boots laced tightly to the knee. The girl wanted everything to be perfect tonight for this was the last night of her own free will. She had made up her mind to give herself to Him. Her nipples were already hardening at the thought. Not to mention to moisture growing in her intimate folds between her legs.
The young woman smoothed out the fabrics one last time anxiously, watching the clock hit eight 'o' clock.
"Crap! I'm late!" Ryssa realized as she grabbed her purse and ran for the door. She pulled her short, dark brown hair into pig tails before opening her car door and stuffing herself inside. The key slid into the ignition and quickly rushed out of her apartment building parking lot. Oh how she hoped her Sir wouldn't notice her tardiness. Maybe he would be late, too? Most likely not though.
The girl got to the little urban home via mapquest directions and saw her Sir's new, clean Eclipse sitting in the driveway. Ryssa parked on the street and rubbed the fabric over her pussy, temporarily relieving the pressure on her clit.
The butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she rushed to the front door and shakily hit the door bell. Ryssa fell to her knees on the front steps in one of the many positions her master expected her to comply to. Her eyes locked to the ground and she kept her hands with their tidy black nails clasped behind her. She knew to push out her breasts which were showing most of her cleavage as it was. Nervous was an understatement at this point. She was not only nervous, but she was excited to finally be able to please her Sir for the first time.
The heavy wooden door clicked from a lock then swung open. A small gust of wind hit Ryssa's skin and was followed by a facade of goosebumps where it made contact. Polished black loafers came into sight as a large, firm hand traced along her jaw line.
"Hello, my Kitten. You know what you must do to enter." Sir required her to give herself to him fully, and into his care, or for her to leave. Ryssa knew the consequences of both and thought hard again for a long minute before answering. She listened to her surroundings, and noticed how the neighbors were quite spaced apart. She heard a dog barking in the distance. The woods surrounding the area were thicker than she was used to seeing, also. Ryssa sighed as she answered.
"Master, my Sir, I give myself to you. I will be your slave, your kitten, to use and abuse to your will. I will no longer have a say and will obey you to the fullest. For my love of you is much greater than any material object", Ryssa took a deep breath, "Take me master."
Just as her words finished, Sir leaned and placed a one inch wide and slightly thick leather collar around the girls neck and clicked the lock before pocketing the key. She knew this was it. Her Sir's answer. He accepted her. "From now on, Pup, you may not speak or make a sound, or do anything without my permission. I will not give chances. If you mess up, you will be punished."
Master grabbed the collar and lifted her to her feet. He gazed into her eyes, which were now full of fear and lust. Sir traced a large finger over her swollen pink lips before pressing his against her. He kissed her hot, waiting mouth. She tasted of vanilla. Master let his tongue tighten and dance around hers, nipping her lips occasionally and listening to her little yelps and moans when he snuck a hand under her skirt and panties and touched her swollen clit. He took his other hand to firmly grasp the back of her head and pull her hair making her coochy melt with her sweet juices into his hands. He brought the soaked fingers up to her lips and Ryssa instinctively sucked them clean, never breaking eye contact.
Master smiled as he took in the view of his kitten. Oh, he was a happy man now. Master clicked a leash on the collar and commanded his Kitten to get on all fours. She was to crawl while being given a tour of his home.
Sir showed her the large kitchen and matching dining room then proceeded to the bathrooms, and bedrooms. One room was extremely small, windowless and was only occupied by two blankets thrown on the floor in the corner. The carpet was rough and there were no lights in this room. But she noticed the U-Rings clips bolted to the ground. It looked as if it were once a walk in closet mainly because it was right off of her Masters bedroom. But Master never did explain to Kitten what this room was for.
His bedroom had a large kind size bed with black satin sheets, pillows and a deep purple comforter. A simple set of hinge handcuffs hung from the black wrought iron frame. A large LCD T.V sat across from the bed. Master also had his own large bathroom with a sauna, tub and shower. The counters were made of white ivory and was accompanied by silver faucets.
Master took Kitten to the dungeon which was located below the house. Kitten struggled down the stairs on all fours, her eyes widening in terror and excitement when she was the array of toys and machinery to be used on her.
