Stand quietly. Don't speak. Wait. Listen. Breathe. She trembled inside. Her breathing quickened with every passing second. Would He like her? Would she please Him?
She had no time left to worry. He would be there any minute. All she could do now was wait, and be patient. He had taught her small lessons from afar, but tonight was the night she would be put to the test. She had the items He asked for, and wore the outfit He demanded. The dress was a small baby-doll floral, strapless, gathered at the waist with the skirt falling just above her knees. She stood as firm as she could in the high wedge shoes, looking more like she was about to take in a day at the beach than a visit from Him. But He demanded it, and she would comply. He instructed her to have her hair in a ponytail, so that when He looked at her face, nothing would bar Him from seeing all of it.
On the bed lie the other items He had sent her; a collar, dildo, a flogger, mixed in with other sex toys. If it pleased Him, she would play with them, and if it did not, they would stay where they were. She fiddled with perfect manicure, ringing her hands in anticipation. She was sure her breathing was so heavy now that if she didn't find a way to calm herself, her breasts would come out of her top. That would most certainly not please Him. He wanted to see her virginal, innocent.
Stop fidgeting. Stop moving, she whispered to herself. She took one last look around the room, praying it was acceptable, and suddenly heard the swipe of a card and a beep from the door. He was there.
She closed her eyes quickly and slowed her breathing as best she could. The door opened slowly and he appeared in the room. His face was angelic, yet stern and lacked any emotion at that point. She said nothing, and lowered her eyes. He strode to her. He looked at her from the top to the bottom, then back up again. He moved in close and inhaled, taking in the scent of the perfume He commanded her to wear. He was pleased.
She wanted to reach out to Him. She wanted to touch Him -- feel His kiss. She put her weight into her legs, willing them not to move, and gently clenched her hands at her side to keep them from moving out to Him. He continued to stare at her, slowly cocking His head to the right as He lifted her chin. She didn't know what to do. Should she look at Him? Should she keep her eyes down? She decided it was better if she waited until she was told, but just His small touch sent shocks through her body. He was every bit as wonderful as she had imagined.
"Hello, pet." He finally spoke. His voice was soft and low, but she could already hear the command in His tone. "You may look at Me."
She slowly looked up, her big, round hazel eyes melting as she took Him in.
"Hello, Master." Her voice was weak, unasserted.
"You are stunning. You have pleased me greatly."
"Thank you, sir."
She stood firm. Don't touch Him. Oh God, how she wanted to touch Him. With any other man whom she felt this way for -- she would have aggressed him. She would have thrown herself into his arms, kissing him, herself taking control. But she knew better this time. She should not ever, ever do anything without His permission or instruction. She had learned her lesson the hard way -- months before. She shook in tiny bits, waiting to see what He had in store for her.
"Are you frightened pet?"
"No, sir." She lied. How could she lie to Him? She knew she had better correct herself. The punishment would be too severe. "Master, I mean..." she fumbled over her words "yes, sir. I am nervous."
"Do not be nervous love." He reassured her. "Master is here."
She nodded slightly. "Yes, sir."
He continued to stare through her, as if examining her.
"Strip." She immediately removed her dress and shoes and presented herself to Him in a small white thong. She bent down and slipped it off, standing in front of Him naked and vulnerable. "Kneel." She fell to her knees. "Good girl."
He reached down to her pony tail, tugged on it slightly before releasing the band. Her hair fell over her shoulders, slightly covering her breasts. He moved her hair over her shoulder, softly brushing His hand against her nipple, which immediately became erect.
"I see you have brought Me what I asked," He said while looking at the supply. "We shall start here."
He took from the bed large metal clips, attached with a chain. She knew He was going to attach those to her breasts, and no matter how many times she tried to train herself with them, they still hurt her very much. He picked up her right breast in His hand, feeling the fullness. Pulling out the nipple, He milked it like a farmer would a cow's teat. Her pussy swelled and she could feel her wetness on the inside of her thigh. A small moan escaped her as He prepared her tit. He opened the clip, and clamped it down on her nipple. Don't scream. He prepared her other breast, using the clamp on that side as well. Tears fell from her eyes. Stop. Stop crying.
To her surprise, her Master wiped her tears from her face.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded.
"Answer me."
"Yes, Master. I trust you."
"Master will never hurt you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
To even more of her surprise, her Master adjusted the clamps, moving them up, taking in more of her areola reliving some of the pressure from her nipple.
"Thank you, Master."
