When she checked her mail, she noticed the number of emails, mostly silly forwards and notes from friends. Just as she was done deleting the last of them, a new email popped up. She immediately recognized the email address ... her Master. He often sent her tasks and notes during the day. Grinning, anticipating, she opened the message.
As the message came up on her screen she noticed it had just one picture. Just below the picture were two words in bold type: "Our slut." Then, in regular type, her Master had written "Just wanted to give you something to think about pet." Her heart started to pound and her mind raced as she stared at the image. He couldn't possibly mean what she was thinking. The image showed an attractive young girl on all fours being taken by both a man and a woman. The obviously Dominant female had the girl's pig tails wrapped around Her hands and was guiding the girl's mouth to Her own cunt while the Man fucked the girl from behind.
As she tried to go about her day, desperately trying to focus on anything but that image, she tried to think of how to tell Him she wasn't sure that this was something she could do ... if that's what He really meant. Maybe she was misinterpreting the email, she tried to convince herself.
Finally, mid-afternoon she sat down to write Him an email, and she noticed that while she she'd been away from the computer He had sent her another email. When she opened it, she read, "Bet your mind has been racing, pet. Are you thinking about how to get out of it? How you can't do it? But I know you, little girl. I bet your cunt is dripping with the thought of it, the humiliation of it. You're trying to tell yourself you don't want to be used like a slut, but your cunt is throbbing with desire. Before you send the email that you are planning on writing, think about how your cunt feels, how it throbs, think about never feeling that release, never getting what you need. Because it is your choice, pet. But know that your Master wants you to be His little pet in more ways than what we've shared thus far. Your Master thinks this will please us both ... not to mention Samantha. Think about it."
She read and reread what He had written, her mind battling back and forth between being ... she couldn't hardly say it or think it ... used by another woman as he watched, and disappointing her Master. Her mind fought her body. He was right ... she couldn't deny how her body was reacting. But ... having another woman play with her, command her, her mouth pleasuring another woman's body. For the rest of the day she thought of nothing else, she couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, because she could think of nothing else. Could she do it? Did she have the strength?
With each passing hour, her need to cum grew, and as her need to cum grew, she could feel herself thinking of being at the mercy of another woman, submitting to Her simply because her Master wanted it. By the time she checked her email late that afternoon, about an hour before her Master was to leave work, she was a complete bundle of nerves, still not having decided what she was going to do.
As she opened the latest email from Him, she knew her time to make a decision had come. The note read: "Tonight, pet, come to my house at 7 pm. Wear your hair in pig tails. You know how I like to think of them as My 'handles.'" The internal debate still raged, but as the time to leave approached, she found the thought of disappointing Him so painful, that she knew she had to go. She could feel herself sinking as she got dressed to go to Him ... sinking into a place of submission only He made her feel. She wore His favorite skirt, a short black flowing skirt that just covered her ass and that would show that she wasn't wearing panties if she bent over too far. She slipped a tight, white shirt over her head, blushing as she noticed in the mirror how her nipples stood out against the material since she didn't have a bra on. The sheer black, lace-top thigh-high stockings and five-inch black heels completed the outfit. She darkened her makeup and pulled her dark hair up into pigtails.
She could hardly breath as she drove to her Master's house. She could feel herself sinking more, lower and lower, feeling more and more like His toy, His pet. As she knocked and knelt by the door, waiting for Him to open it and direct her in, she felt her cheeks burning just from the thoughts of the night before her and, more than ever before, she felt aroused by the forbidden journey she was about to begin.
When the door finally swung open, she waited, her head down, for Him to tell her to stand as He usually did. "Hello pet," He whispered as He bent down and gently kissed her cheek. "Tonight, if you want this, you'll stand and follow me. If you don't want this, don't follow. It is entirely your choice my dear, and I won't be upset if you're not ready for this. I love you either way. That never changes." He stroked a hand lovingly over her hair as He spoke, and then He stood and started down the hall. She hesitated only a moment before rising and following. He walked through the downstairs and to the door leading out to the sun porch. She followed closely, her heart thundering in her chest. He led her to a blanket that was laid in the center of the floor.
