First Night
It was a beautiful night in October, a night full of cool chills blowing on the wind, a night that possessed the scent of passion and mystery. I could smell Halloween approaching as I drove my car into the newly finished subdivision on the east end of town. The houses where all original, none were like my cookie cutter house. I passed several beautiful houses that were still becoming homes; one even resembled a log cabin. 617 Wood Trail Drive was my destination; it seemed like an eternity before I finally saw 617 etched into a mailbox at the end of the dead end street.
Pulling into the driveway, a Victorian style house with a stunning wrap around porch greeted me. I had never met him before; we met online and had only been talking on the phone for a few short weeks. He was the master I had been longing for, one of great intelligence of the lifestyle and patience for a fresh submissive like myself.
My attire included a leather mini skirt, a purple tube top, and black stilettos. My makeup was painted dark on my porcelain face, thick black eyeliner coated my almond shaped eyes, deep green eye shadow accentuated my hazel eyes. My long black hair was pulled up high into a messy pony tail; I felt vulnerable, just the way he had asked me to in his email.
Upon approaching the front door, I couldn't help but notice how his lawn looked. It had lean remnants of flower beds on both sides of the stairs leading to the door. The lawn was not just taken care of, it was manicured with pride.
Ringing the doorbell was a challenge, "Carmen, you can go back home now and continue to keep this fantasy online." I couldn't, I had to experience this for myself. My mind was nervous, but my body didn't budge an inch.
"Hello, come on in." I didn't even realize he was standing with the door open, welcoming me in with a warm smile. My body has caught up with my head now, I fight off shaking. I don't even know his name; I just know to call him sir. He stands at six feet tall, shaggy blonde hair the color of sand, skin that had been caressed by the sun.
Stepping inside, I caught a smell of his cologne and pumpkin spice candles that lit his home. Every light in the house was off, flames danced on the walls and on him, making his eyes shimmer with desire. He wanted me, every part of me, just the way I wanted him.
"You have a lovely house." The words were forced out of me to break the silence as the door behind me was being shut and locked.
"Thank you. Now, as you already know to address me as sir, you have much training and that will be the first task you perfect. When you are in my house, you don't need your clothes. I want you to always be open and ready for me. Is that understood girl?" His eyes seemed to speak to me more than anything else. I couldn't take my eyes away from his without a fight.
"Yes, sir." The words left my mouth so naturally. I pulled my clothes off of me setting them on the floor. Bending over to unbuckle my shoes, I felt his hand on my shoulder, how soft his hands are.
"You can leave those on," he spoke with such confidence, "come into the light so I can inspect you." He slid his hand down my arm, taking my hand in his and led me to the center of the living room. Standing in front of him, I felt vulnerable. Every particle of me had a tingling sensation.
He was looking at all of me, from head to toe, touching me with his masculine hands, feeling my soft skin. He spent a good amount of time touching my breasts, making me feel so little, yet so proud. I was slightly intimidated by him, embarrassed that he was spending so much time on my breasts, they're not very big.
"What size bra do you wear?" I was astonished; it was as if my thoughts traveled into his.
"32 c." He left them alone and began traveling down.
"Spread your legs, girl." He said with dominance as I obeyed immediately. Feeling his warm hands touch my clit and discover its piercing, I couldn't help but become unimaginably turned on. He was rubbing his fingers over it, making me spread my legs further apart. He stopped as I began to breathe heavily and finished looking me over.
"You've done well, girl. On you hands and knees, that's how you will walk in this house unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand." I said smiling once again. Before I knew it, I felt him slip something around my neck. It was a dog's choker collar, and it began to tighten around my neck.
"Come on, girl." He had me on a leash, leading me to the back of the house. My knee hurt from crawling through the kitchen, keeping up with him was a challenge.
Approaching stairs that led to the basement, he pulled me to my feet. I followed him down the stairs and to a back wall. The lights were off down here as well, and candles perfumed the room. There were racks which held things that I could not make out well. We stopped at the back wall, two hooks in the ceiling held ropes that draped down to my feet. I let him tie my hands up apart from each other. The ropes held my wrists tight, almost lifting me off of the ground. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes to prevent me from seeing what was next.
