The evening breeze was cool on Elena's face as she stood on the balcony waiting in suspense. Looking west into the deep orange hue of the setting sun, she listened to the dying of the Friday evening traffic in anticipation of the hour when the man she had waited more than a year to meet would arrive.
She had met him online 19 months earlier and was now totally in submissive love with the man she called Master. Just the thought of his name sent shivers down her spine - causing her clit to leap from its hood to seek the touch of her clothing. With her shoulder-length black hair in a chignon; clad in a purple, satin thong and camisole covered by a sari of the most pastel lavender; she awaited his arrival. In her mind's eye, she remembered how Master loves to see his slave in pastel colors - her purple attire indicative of his regal authority in her life. "My Master will be pleased," Elena thought to herself as she stepped back inside and closed the door.
Suddenly, breaking through the serenity of the evening, the doorbell rang. Master had arrived and Elena's spirit had transformed from quiet anticipation into full-blown trepidation. She did not know what to expect when she opened the door since she had never seen Master's face. Checking her appearance in the hallway mirror one last time, she approached the door, looked through the peephole and saw the hand sign Master said he would use when he arrived - the American Sign Language symbol for "I love you". Elena's heart filled with a rush of love that overwhelmed her.
Elena opened the door, stepped back and said, "Good evening, loving Master. Welcome to my home. Please enter and make yourself comfortable."
Master stepped inside, acknowledging her greeting, "Thank you, obedient slave. You look lovely and Master is pleased." His deep, resonant voice made her moan with its effect and his praise was immediate, "Good girl!"
Closing the door, Elena turned and faced his 5' 10" frame with her 5' 4" one. He was just as described - tall, athletic build, Nordic cheekbones and piercing eyes. Elena realized that she was staring up at Master, so she lowered her gaze to one more befitting a humble slave. Lifting a lock of hair that had escaped and was now resting on her shoulder, Master tilted Elena's chin with the other hand and slowly lowered his face to her parted lips. The closer he moved; the louder Elena's heartbeat and the more ragged her breathing became. Closing her eyes tightly, Elena willed Master to make the touch that would complete the kiss.
"Open your eyes, my sweet one. I want to see them when I claim your mouth as mine." The long, black lashes of her eyes flipped open immediately. "So obedient, you are so very obedient, my sweet slave," Master remarked as he dipped his head to seal his lips to hers. At his touch, Elena felt searing arousal burn through her as though a wildfire. Her eyes grew wide as every nerve in her body was electrified. Everywhere his tongue touched seemed to leave a brand as Master tasted every inch of her mouth - whipping her tongue as he traced the initials of his name on it. Elena could not breathe or stand - her knees buckling under the onslaught of pleasure - her pussy becoming very wet.
Pleased at her response, Master held his slave's trembling body, briefly, then released her and sat down on the sofa to accept the refreshment she offered him - cheese and fruit accompanied by a nice pinot griegio - his favorite. After visiting briefly regarding health and families, Master and slave spoke of trivialities - his flight, the seminar, the people he would be meeting with, etc. Master sensed his slave's apprehension and sought to put her at ease. When he was ready, his command was sharp and immediate, "On your knees before me, slave!" Elena reacted instantly, rising from the floor where she had been sitting at his feet.
"As you command, my loving Master," Elena responded as she knelt between his thighs with hands crossed behind her back and her head bowed.
Taking her chin and lifting it, Master commanded Elena to stand and disrobe slowly so he could inspect his adoring slave. Starting with her hair as she rose, Elena removed the pin and released her hair to fall enticingly across her shoulders. Liberating the fold that kept her sari closed, she allowed the criss-crossed material to slide leisurely down her body - revealing the purple satin beneath it. Master's gasp and sharp command, "Stop, slave," caused her to pause as the sari hit the floor. "I thought you would be naked underneath. This is much more pleasing! Divest me of my clothing, but do not touch my manhood as you labor."
Master stood as Elena reached toward him her fingers coming to rest on the front of his shirt. She deftly unfastened the buttons as Master stood silently watching - waiting for her reaction to what she would see next. As Elena reached the bottom of Master's shirt, her eyes came to rest on his turgid manhood - rock hard and standing almost straight out, she gasped audibly. Elena's first thought was, "Oh my! How am I supposed to NOT touch his cock when it is all my eyes are drawn to?"
Master laughed heartily; a rich, robust sound as he watched the emotions play across her face. "It pleases Master to watch your expressions and what is going on in your mind behind your beautiful eyes! Continue with your work, slave."
Elena unhooked Master's pants, lowered the zipper slowly, tooth by tooth - tantalizing Master with the slowness with which she undressed him. All the while, his cock strained to be released. After she slid his pants to his ankles and helped him step from them, she knelt and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Master's physique hugging shorts. His cock - a living thing with a mind of its own - sought her hands and followed them as though begging for her touch. Elena did not want to be punished by Master, so she ran from his searching cock.
"NOOOOOOO," she whispered - or so she thought, as Master laughed out loud at her dilemma. When Master's cock finally sprang free, it lurched from side-to-side - begging for attention.
"Lie down on your back, slave," Master said with incredible control as his cock danced in her face - seeking her mouth.
Obeying Master's command, Elena lay down on her back, on the floor, with her feet crossed at the ankles. "Is that how Master has instructed you to lie down for me? Will you make Master punish you on my first visit?"
"Oh, no, loving Master!" Drawing her knees up, spreading her legs wide and grasping her ankles, one in each hand, Elena prepared to serve Master. Leaning before her, Master surveyed her lovely pussy. It was not quite hairless, but very closely cropped and well trimmed.
"Nice, very nice, my sweet slave," Master approved as he admired the beauty of his slave. Moving very slowly, Master inclined his head down to taste of her succulent pussy lips. Sliding the frail, but moist purple satin down over her hips, Master immediately encountered Elena's aroma. It was intoxicating and sent a sharp pang of arousal straight to the pit of Master's manhood. He held her hips to deeply inhale her essence. His instinctive groan conveyed his primal desire for carnality. "You stir me deeply, slave. I want you seated atop my lips where I will devour and enjoy every inch of your sweet pussy!" Releasing her, Master allowed Elena to stand as he rolled over on his back and prepared for her descent into the abyss where his hunger for her would take them.
Straddling Master's face, Elena knelt until she was almost in contact with his lips whereupon he seized her hips and pulled them forcefully to meet him. She cried out at the contact and knew it would be the last time she would be allowed to even consider teasing Master. His tongue lavished attention up and down the crevice of her moist, pink sex - licking her from top to bottom and back - then vibrating on her clit until she began to moan with heightened arousal. Master held her hips firmly planted to his mouth. He played her body like a priceless violin; strumming the strings to create the melody that would push her over the edge into orgasm.
