Chapter Three
Joe sat back in his chair, smiling to himself, picking up the phone he called his favorite restaurant by the bay. He asked for a booth by the large window in back for two. Closing out the day, he went home to make sure his play room was clean.
Joe had one room made into a dungeon complete with a x cross and bondage table. On the walls, he had a selection of whips, floggers and restraints. He also had a bondage pony with a 4-inch padded top. Only half was padded, the other half had a ridge so a sub's pussy would sit nicely for torture. He made a mental note to stop by the bondage store for a few new items for her on his way home that night.
They had a great selection of restraints and other bondage items. Joe selected a waist belt with a crotch strap. The strap had areas to attach two plugs or vibrators. Joe found a leather ring gag for her sweet mouth. On the way out, he spied a pair of clover clamps with a nice chain for weights.
Robin's heart was pounding in her chest as she drove home, "He knows, he knows it's me that wants to be his slave," she thought to herself.
A smile crossed her face, her pussy flowing wetness down her ass on to her seat. Her hands holding her steering wheel tight, her lower lip sucked deep into her mouth. Just the thought of having his arms around her made her shudder with excitement. When she finally made it home, her legs were shaking so bad she could hardly stand to walk.
Robin turned on her laptop looking at her court schedule, "Good, no cases the next few days," she could call her secretary and reschedule some of her appointments, she thought to herself.
Calling her office, she was glad her secretary was still there, telling her she had to take a couple of days off for personal reasons and to reschedule her appointments for next week.
Robin wanted to look her best for her soon to be Master. She called her hair stylist making an appointment for that Friday morning, also arranging to have her nails done at the same time. She also made an appointment to have her pussy waxed. Thursday she would go to the gym for her regular workout and then go to the tanning salon.
While she was lying under the tanning bed lights, she thought of what it might be like to be utterly in his control. Her mind faded to her favorite fantasy where she was tied to a bedpost, standing with her back against it; coils of rope holding her rigid, a hood over her head, the sting of the whip hitting her breasts, leaving deep red stripes over them with the hits continuing down her body to her thighs. She had lost count of the hits, tears streaming down under her hood. She wished he could see them. They were tears of pleasure, not pain.
The timer buzzed and she opened the lid of the tanning bed. Standing up, she noticed her nipples were rock hard and pointing straight out, and her pussy was wet. Some of her juices flowed down her inner thighs. She desperately wanted to go home and masturbate. She reminded herself that she had to control herself for one more day.
Robin walked over to the dress shop. It was her favorite shop, because they carried the most revealing clothes and styles. There she found a red silk strapless dress that hugged her body. The hem was just halfway to her knees and the bust held her breasts nicely without a bra. It clung to her like a glove. She also found a pair of sheer red t-back panties, a pair of black seamed stockings and a white lace garter belt. This outfit would go great with her five-inch black stilettos. As Friday came closer, Robin was getting more excited and was constantly fantasizing about the coming night.
Thursday night Robin had another restless night sleeping. His image kept coming into her mind. She was tied face down on his bed, spread eagle, the flogger stinging her back, some of his hits landing on her exposed pussy, making her arch her back up to him with each strike. She tried to scream, but the ball gag he had shoved into her mouth only made her whimper. Joe was fondling her clit, bringing her closer to the edge, only to flog her again. He did this several times to her helpless body.
Robin woke up the next morning, her bed sheets piled into a ball between her legs, her pussy still wet from her dream. Her stomach was in a knot from the images in her mind.
Joe had consumed her mind, just the thought of him using her for his pleasure made her hot pussy pulse.
"What if I am not good enough?" She thought, "What will happen then?" The thought of not pleasing him completely had her almost in tears.
"No, I can't think that. I will be what he wants. I want this to happen." Robin told herself, holding back the fear of his rejection of her.
Robin slowly got out of bed, walking out to the kitchen nude to make some coffee and find something to eat. While she was waiting for the coffee to brew, she opened her laptop going to the personal bondage website, clicking on his personal ad.
"Hopefully this will be removed after tonight," she thought to herself smiling.
Robin opened her e-mail account typing in his address:
Master Joe,
Thank you for ordering me to dinner tonight. I, your possible slave, will be ready for your arrival. If you have any specific instructions for this slave to follow before you arrive, e-mail me back with your orders. I have amended the rules you sent to me. Please accept these rules. We can discuss them later tonight if you wish.
Your humble slave to be,
Robin
Robin attached the rules to the e-mail and with her shaking finger, clicked the send button. She noticed that her lower lip was sucked deep into her mouth, her thighs tightly clenched together. She was breathing heavily through her nose, her hard pebbles on her breasts aching to be touched.
Standing up from her chair, her legs parted, cool air hit her hot wet pussy, sending a chill right to her clit. She felt the wetness flow down her thighs, sending more chills up her body. Reaching for her coffee cup, her hand shaking, Robin had to hold it in both hands.
"Calm down girl, quit being so nervous, and relax," she thought to herself.
Speaking out loud, "God, what has he done to me? I am a nervous wreck! I have to calm down!"
Robin carried her coffee to the table, picking a banana from the bowl, slowly pulling the peels away. She slowly brought it to her mouth, opening her lips. As the banana slowly entered her mouth, her lips surrounding it, she slowly pushed it in her mouth.
"Mmmm, only if this was his cock," she thought closing her eyes.
Robin slowly pushed the banana in and out of her mouth, her thoughts of taking him deep for the first time.
Her eyes flew open in shock, "Damn, I can't even eat a banana without thinking of him!" her mind screamed, a smile on her face as she took a bite.
While Robin was at home she did some work on her laptop, only to shut it down because her mind went to tonight's dinner date with her new Master. Joe was at work when his e-mail dinged alerting him to a new message. Opening his e-mail account, he saw the message was from Robin, with an attachment titled rules.
As he read her message, he could not help it. Lowering one hand, he rubbed his growing cock through his pants.
"Hmm, that's good she is asking if I have any special orders for her tonight," he thought to himself smiling, he decided to make her wait for his reply.
Joe called Dave into his office asking, "Dave, do you mind closing up tonight? I have something special planned for tonight."
"No problem, Joe, who's the lucky girl?" he asked with a grin.
"The woman with the BMW you worked on the other day for your information," Joe growled.
"No shit, you're kidding right? She is a knock out, Joe," Dave said while leaving.
Joe left the shop at three o'clock, driving home to get ready for his date with his new possible slave. Walking straight to the bathroom, he turned on the faucets for the shower, stepping inside. As he was washing his body, he saw the rope he had hanging from the ceiling. He had placed a rope there for when he needed to wash his sub's after a hard night of play. Joe always loved washing them with their hands tied by the rope over their heads.
When he was finished in the bathroom, Joe went over to his closet picking out his clothes for tonight. He chose a pair of dress jeans, light blue shirt and a leather belt, placing them on the bed. For shoes, he chose his dress motorcycle boots. He also laid out his leather jacket that was made with extra pockets inside the jacket for some select toys. Joe had chosen a pair of handcuffs, a four-inch anal plug, remote egg vibrator, the new leather ring gag and a blindfold.
Robin checked her e-mail every half hour, but there was still no reply from Joe. It was time for her to get ready for the night out with her new Master, if he decides to have her as a sub. She made an aroma therapy bath to relax. She wondered if she made the right decision to go out with him. Her mind was thinking it was a mistake, but her hand on her clit had other ideas. Stroking her clit, she envisioned herself tied at his feet, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded, the flogger's sting as it hit her ass. She moaned as the waves of a climax started to build. She stopped. She had to hold off until she was told to cum.
She dried off, still thinking of the night to come. While Robin fixed her hair, she looked in the mirror and ran her hands over her breasts and pussy. She applied her makeup, not much, because she remembered that he'd mentioned once that he liked the natural look. She chose a cinnamon scent and added just a touch of perfume behind her ears and neck, plus a small touch on her pussy. The silken feel of the stockings going on her legs sent a shudder up her body. Her fingers were shaking a little as she hooked them to the garters. The sheer red t-back panties slid up her legs and over her ass. The dress was last; she carefully pulled it over her head, letting it slowly slip down her body.
Robin stood in front of her full length mirror, her hands sliding over the fabric of her dress, her hands cupping her breasts. She turned sideways looking over her shoulder checking for any wrinkles. Picking her shoes up in her hand Robin walked back in the dining room, looked at her laptop. There was a new message, so she clicked on the icon, opening her mail account. It was from Joe.
Her heart thumped in her chest, her mouth suddenly dry, "I hope it is good news," she thought as she read the message:
Robin,
Thank you for sending the rules back to me. We will discuss them this evening. The only orders I have are be ready to leave the moment I arrive and wear a shawl over your shoulders. No need for a reply.
Master
Robin's eyes grew wide. She groaned, he signed as it Master! Her heart raced, her stomach tightened sending a gush of her fluid from her pussy wetting her panties, her lower lip disappearing in her mouth, her teeth biting it.
