Chapter 1
She lay there in bed, it was still dark out, she could hear husband breathing beside her, only 4:00 am and she was wide-awake. She was excited, today was the day, nine months since she met him online, nine months of e-mails, instant messages and fantasies. He was her Master, he was her daddii, and she was his little gurl. Now he was coming to town on business, he was flying in this afternoon and would be here for two nights. And the luck, her husband was flying out on business so she would be home alone, no one to track her comings and going.
She lay there in the dark, only 12 more hours and I will see him. Will he like me? Will he think I am too old? Will I please him? Will he be glad to see me? Months of writing notes, weeks of planning, in just a few hours she would have her fantasy fulfilled. Did she really want to be with him, to see him or was it the fantasy, the unattainable that excited her? Her husband moved next to her and she suddenly felt guilty. All these years and she had never cheated on him, well maybe on-line, but not really.
To many thoughts, to much time, she needed more sleep and she shut her eyes tightly together. Sleep did not come, for when she closed her eyes and she saw him. He was her Master and she knelt naked at his feet, her head bowed, her eyes down, quietly waiting for him. The sun was warming the room, the man beside her was stirring, it was time to get up and begin the day. She slipped out of bed, her nipples ached as they stretched against the green nightgown and she felt a damp spot against her body.
Her husband picked up his bag, kissed her and headed for the airport. She checked the time, 2 ½ hours until he arrived. She filled the tub and soaked in the warm scented water, her mind racing ahead to what was yet to come. She used here razor making sure there were no bikini lines, she smiled it had been years since she wore a bikini, but this was different. She arose from the tub, toweling herself dry and moved to the chair, it was time to do her nails, a pink to match the bra and panties she would wear to meet him. He teased her about her obsession with coordinating her colors, but this was special, it was their first time together and it all had to be perfect.
She stood naked in front of the mirror, looking carefully at her reflection. The breasts were still firm, the areolas large and dark and her nipples hard. Her tummy was smooth and flat, not like when she was 20, but still very good. Her legs were long and shapely, she thought they were her best asset, or maybe he her ass, round and smooth. She stood, looking over her shoulder, rubbing one cheek, thinking of him and then she felt the dampness between her legs, the aching in her breasts. She shook her head I must get ready.
She did her hair, she applied her makeup and stood there naked watching her reflection. She never stood naked at home, but today she was, it was if she were not herself, but someone else. She was someone else, she was his Cookie, his little gurl and all she wanted to do was please him.
The bra and panties were a matching set, pink silk with white lace trim. The blouse was sleeveless and pink, the skirt was mid calf, black and button up the front. She buttoned only to the top of the knee, then looked and opened two more buttons, she struck a pose and the skirt parted to just above mid thigh, she smiled. She completed the outfit with black sandals.
She checked the time his plane should be landing. She paced the room waiting for his call, to let her know he was here, for her to come to him. RING, RING The sound of the phone made her jump, her heart raced as she answered the phone. He was in a taxi headed to the hotel and he wanted her to join him as soon as she could. His voice was even, his words were soothing, he wanted her. She put the phone in its cradle and her legs were wobbly, they would not support her, she was panting, she was excited, she was scared. Her hands shook as she backed the car out of the drive and started toward the hotel by the airport.
Cookie was trembling as she parked the car, she took a deep breath before getting out and walking into the hotel. The lobby was busy as people moved in and about, she was searching for the house phones and nearly jumped when she heard the voice behind her, “You must be Cookie for you are the most beautiful woman in Baltimore.”
She turned to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks, he smiled, handed her a rose and then kissed one tear and then the other. She started to speak and began to cry, he pulled her to him, she felt his arms around her, pulling her to him, holding her, comforting her, then he lifted her chin and kissed. First a soft gentle kiss on her lips, then he pulled her to him, his mouth taking ownership of hers. His tongue exploring, her lips parting for him. Her breathing was coming in gasps, she was his. She began to feel flush, he was kissing her passionately in the lobby of a hotel where everyone could see. He didn’t seem to mind and so she wrapped her arms around his neck feeling safe and secure and loved.
He led her to the elevator. They stepped to back after he pushed his floor and others entered with them. His hand was behind her, he was rubbing her ass, caressing it as they watched the floors light up. Stopping occasionally to let someone off or on, then it was their floor. He led her from the elevator, down the hall and as he opened the door, she felt a panic. This is it, there is no turning back now, I am really going to give myself to this man, all of me, completely and without reservation. She stepped into the room and he followed her in.
Once inside the room he stood looking at her, his hand caressing her cheek, smoothing her hair back from her face, smiling at her, “you my sweet, Cookie, are all that I imagined and more, you are truly beautiful.” Her face lit up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, his hands resting lightly on her waist. When she pulled back, he was smiling, he pushed her to arms length.
“You, my precious little one are special, but we need to be sure of why you are here.”
She was a bit confused, her head tilting to the side as she looked at him.
“Are you my little gurl?”
Her face lit up, “Yes, daddii, I am yours, all yours!”
“And my sweet, what does that mean?”
She took a deep breath, she closed her eyes, she had typed the words so many times over the past months, but now, to say them, was she ready to say it, then to do it. A smile appeared on her face, and turned to a grin, she was floating, yes she was ready. She dropped to her knees in front of him, she held her head high, but kept her eyes down, “You sir are my Master, my daddii, the one who will control me, use me, I am here for you, to please you and to serve you. I give my self freely to you.” There she said it, said out loud and her heart was pounding.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you trust me, you know I will not cause you harm or let anyone else cause you harm?”
