The day hadn't started well. Emma had been so excited the previous night that she had hardly slept at all. Images of all that she hoped for had been crowded onto the cinema screen of her imagination.
At one point, she had knelt on the floor by her bed, wondering what it would be like to finally hold his erect prick, and stroke its length, hearing his sighs of pleasure. She imagined herself licking its length, kissing the sensitive underside, and then gently sucking it into her mouth. Every time she thought about doing even that, her pussy had shed more liquid, her thighs trembling with need. In her mind she was able to take him all the way into the back of her throat – a task she sincerely hoped her Master would teach her to accomplish. To give herself so completely to him, and to feel his need rising as he sank deep into her mouth and throat was like a drug to her. She could almost feel his hands on her head, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth. Alone, in the silence of her bedroom, she whimpered to herself as she altered the angle of her head to allow him to push so deep that her nose was pressed into his groin, his hairs brushing her stretched lips. Her fingers stroked her cunt and circled the tender clit as she prepared herself for the blessing of his cum. She sensed that he would be firm and slow – using his full length, gripping her tightly as he felt his climax build. And then, when finally he could hold back no longer, she hoped that he would not withdraw, but keep himself lodged as far inside her as was possible. She wanted, longed, for the extravagance of his cock pumping its seed directly into her stomach as she milked the length with her swallowing. She wanted her face crushed against his thighs as he groaned with release – and at that point she triggered her own climax and collapsed onto the carpet, her strangled cries an accompaniment to her jerking body.
"Oh God, let him use me completely tomorrow." she prayed. "May he spank me, make me perform for him, and use each of my holes so that I can prove to him what a happy eager slave I am. Above all, please let him fill my arse with his cum and then seal me up with a plug."
Emma was an anal slut, and longed to find someone who truly appreciated her needs and desires. All of her previous relationships had either been with men who hadn't even wanted to consider using her bottom, or when they had, had cum too quickly for her to appreciate the exquisite sensations she felt from being stretched. All too often, she had been forced to satisfy her dark desires with plugs and dildos, and so she had begun to feel herself isolated and unwanted.
But that had changed with her Master. She had found a soul mate in him, and man who appreciated the intense sexual highs that could be obtained from a woman's behind. When she had talked about liking being spanked, he had described his own fantasies of spanking her naked bottom with his bare hand, or a leather flogger. When she had described the butt plug lodged inside her, he had asked her to describe the sensations, and then made her cum by telling her how he planned to replace that toy with his manhood and pose her in innumerable positions as he plundered her arse hole. From his e-mails and conversations, she realized that this man would take all the time she wanted over her, and enjoy every second of it.
In fact, as part of the preparations for that day, Emma was supposed to have worn her largest plug all the morning prior to His arrival. Unfortunately, she had slept through the alarm, and when she had woken up and seen the time, all her efforts were focused on getting ready for work and flying out the door. She hoped that there would be time to prepare herself properly for her Master that afternoon.
It was three pm when finally Emma unlocked her front door. He hadn't been specific about when he was arriving, but she hadn't seen him yet, and she hoped she had at least half an hour to change into a sexier outfit for him.
Dropping her bag by the door, she went into the living room to clear up a bit – and screamed.
He was here. Her Master was already in the house, sitting calmly on the sofa, his arms crossed.
With a sinking heart she remembered sending him that spare door key. After the previous meeting, she had harbored no doubts about wanting to take things further. He had requested a key to let himself into the flat if he were early. She had accepted that a strange man hanging around her front door would probably attractive a deal of unwanted attention.
So he was here, in the flat, and she wasn't ready for him. She swore to herself silently. She had let her Master down already and she half expected him to walk out in disgust once he realise how unprepared she was.
"I'm sorry my dear, I hope I didn't startle you too much. I had a quicker journey than I expected, and so I have been waiting patiently for half an hour – wondering where you were."
Her Master's tone was quiet and calm, and Emma recovered her wits.
"I am sorry Master, I hadn't realized that you would be here so early, and I was about to tidy up a bit."
He smiled at her warmly. "I don't think there is any need for that. After all, I'm not here to buy the flat, but to share the delights of your submission."
Emma felt her pussy tingle at that, at the boldness of the comment and its promise.
"In fact, so that you won't be distracted, I think you should put on that blind fold."
Emma looked at where he was pointing on the coffee table, and saw a black pair of eyeshades, like those given to passengers on long haul fights.
Her Master had always planned on his pet wearing this, but hadn't expected it to be so early on in the proceedings. Still, now was as a good a time as ever, and it would establish his control over her.
Emma reached down and picked them up. This was so different than last time. There wasn't a kiss, a warm greeting in a crowded place. The speed with which he had taken charge of the situation unnerved, yet also excited her.
With a deep breath, she stood in front of her master, and slipped the blind fold over her eyes. When she had adjusted the elastic so that no light seeped in, she dropped her hands by her side – now passive in her helplessness.
Her master sat quietly for a moment – savoring the exquisite gift being offered to him. This young woman was his slave, his submissive. She had told him and shown him in countless ways that what she wanted was his desire. At one point she had made him promise that he would not censor his demands. They had talked about limits and safe words, but it was also clear that what he was looking for in his toy was more than available in her.
He pondered various paths he could take now, wondering which commands would best lead to their mutual fulfillment.
Having played several very erotic scenes in his head, he made up his mind.
"I think I would like to see you naked. Start off by removing your blouse – slowly."
He wanted her naked, exposed to his gaze. Her heart beat increased as she lifted her hands to the buttons and, one by one, twisted them out of their restraints. As she worked down, she felt the air move against the skin being revealed. At one point she pulled out the fabric which had been tucked into the waistband of the skirt, and then carried on undoing the rest of the buttons.
When the two halves of the blouse were hanging freely, Emma pulled her shoulders back and shrugged the garment off and down her arms. Only her cream bra was left on top, her full breasts spilling over the lace cups, her arms loose by her sides.
"Good – now the skirt."
One zip to pull down, a twist of the hips, and the material was settled at her feet. Matching cream knickers curved against the swell of her shaven mound.
Her Master frowned to himself – he had specified that she wear the blue thong from last time. After she had handed it over to him at the last meeting, he had used it to mop up his cum that evening. Immediately afterwards he had sealed it in a plastic bag and posted it back to her, with instructions that she was to put them on, (unwashed), when they next met. In this way, she was to be reminded that she was his sex toy, his fuck puppy, there to satisfy his needs.
"Turn around and bend over." His voice was brusque, commanding.
