It is to be her third visit to her new master. The pleasure she felt at her first visit was fantastic. The pleasure she experienced at her second visit was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. She had no idea such pleasures even existed, let alone that they were attainable. Her new Master seems to know exactly what it is she needs and when she needs it. And he knows it long before she does!
It's been a week since she last saw him. She has dreamt of him every night...longed for his cock...longed for his lash...longed for his complete dominance of her. She has thought of him during much of each day too. He has become an obsession. He possesses her completely, yet he is loving and nurturing. He demands a great deal from her, but he always provides her with incredible pleasures. Pleasures he is not obligated to bestow.
She simply can't get him out of her mind.
She has been instructed to arrive at 8 pm again, but this time he tells her not to wear anything special because she will be dressing very specially when she gets there. He does tell her to wear her hair up and to gloss her lips in black. He gives no further instruction or explanation. Of course she will dress in any way that pleases him...she will do anything that pleases him.
She rings the doorbell as before, but this time the door opens to his smiling face. He greets her cordially, then ushers her into the living room. He takes her coat and offers her a seat. It is a business atmosphere...friendly and relaxed...but not intimate...he expresses no endearments for her. She doesn't expect any, but she does notice his seemingly professional demeanor. The sexual aura he exudes though is overwhelming. His eyes fix on hers, he speaks confidently...no hesitation, no qualifiers...he impresses her as one who knows exactly what he wants and that he has no doubt that he will get it.
He's dressed in shiny black latex pants and a white silk shirt with a high collar. A couple of the topmost buttons are undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin on his broad chest. He's about a foot taller than her, so his physical presence is both intimidating and dominant. He could pick her up off the floor and have his way with her easily, but he is reserved and respectful. Clearly, he is a gentleman.
After some brief chit-chat...and some very sexy eye contact...he suggests they retire to his dungeon. Her eyes widen at the prospect. She is already feeling moist, so his words go right through her.
He takes her by the arm as they descend the stair. She nestles one breast against him. The closeness of him and the anticipation of what is to come is exhilarating! There is already a tingle in her loins.
The room looks basically the same as it did the last time she was here. The same overhead light, the same mirrored wall, the same shadowy edges. Close to the mirror, however, is an odd shaped object covered by a leather tarp. Pedro's tail is sticking out from under it at the end near the mirror. But some kind of superstructure extends out into the room, that while covered...or maybe because it is covered...is rather ominous. It's not large, but it has a protrusion at one end that sticks up. It's a little eerie.
She might feel uneasy if she were with any of her former Masters, but she feels no uneasiness with her new Master. More and more trust is building in with each visit. She feels very secure in his company.
He walks her over near one wall where there are some articles of latex clothing draped over a rack. There are two chairs nearby. He instructs her to undress then don the black latex "stockings" and garter belt, and the black latex opera gloves. He wants her to remain barefooted for the moment. She quickly strips off her clothes and begins to put on the "stockings", when he tells her to slow down...that he wants to watch her slip the thin latex over her smooth limbs. He sits in one chair and her in the other, facing him. As she inches the latex over one leg then the other, smoothing it with her long fingers, he drinks in the view of her shapely thighs and the beautiful muff glistening at their juncture. It is now he who is feeling a tingle in his loins.
When she gets the garter into place and the stays fastened, he tells her to put on the stilettos. She obediently slips one foot into one then the other. While still sitting, she raises her shiny legs up off the floor to scissor the stilettos. Her Master finds that very appealing!
Without further instruction she dons the opera gloves, also very slowly. She doesn't look at her Master but she senses that he is enjoying the show. She pulls one on and up over her elbow, then the other. They are the perfect counterpoint to her latex sheathed legs. While raising her arms above her head, she twirls around for him. His cock gets an instant twinge. There is so much he likes about his new slave!
While standing behind her, he reaches into the jewelry box next to the rack to pull out two crystal earrings, very dangly. He places them on her ears, then leans in to nuzzle them with his nose. He nibbles down her neck and along one bare shoulder. The warmth of his breath on her skin raises goosebumps. He reaches in again to produce a diamond choker that he places on her slender neck. It and the earrings are the perfect accent to shiny black latex and black-glossed lips.
He turns her around to inspect her breasts. Her nipples are taut. They seemingly beg to be fondled and pinched. He touches one with the back of his forefinger, then the other. She gasps. He reaches into the jewelry box again for some nipple clamps; pulls out a pair that have tiny silver bells on the end. Oh these should be perfect, he thinks. He attaches one to each nipple then flicks the bell to confirm that it tinkles. The tension provided by the weight of the bells adds just the sort of stimulation she needs above the tinkling to keep her aware of her tits in the action to follow. In fact, she is already quite aroused. If only her pussy could get some attention. Ah, but she shouldn't think too much about that. Her focus should be on obeying her Master's commands.
He directs her to parade in front of him. He wants to take in all her visual charms as she saunters in the stilettos, her thighs flexing, her nipple bells tinkling with each jiggle of her voluptuous body. The sight of her does indeed play directly to his carnal instincts. His cock is straining against his latex pants.
He acquires his favorite flogger, the leather one with extra long strands. As she takes a parade-rest stance, he flicks it across her very ample derriere. With her thighs parted and her back slightly arched, the plump flesh of her ass is accentuated, which maximizes the overhang above her thighs. It is extra ripe for flogging! He gives it a good whack. She recoils, then thanks him, as she truly does enjoy his lash! He whacks her again. She moans for more. This early foreplay is his favorite phase of any encounter...it is where the boundaries get set...where his partner first shows the level of submission he can expect. And this slave is particularly adept at playing this part of the game. She has yet to fail to excite him! Her physical appearance and her abject submission to him is unsurpassed! She loves what he's doing to her and that in itself is an aphrodisiac he cannot resist!
He's quite anxious to introduce her to his new apparatus. It's his latest - and quite ingenious - restraint system. He pulls the tarp off of it and Pedro. Wah-lah!
It is simple really. An H-shaped frame flat on the floor with a riser bar mounted on the spine of the "H". On top of the riser bar is a metal "noose". It is larger than her neck but smaller than her head. She will be on all fours. Her neck will be locked in the "noose" to restrict movement, but not to immobilize her. Her ankles and wrists will be cuffed to the ends of the "H". Pedro will be right behind her.
[Author's note: Pedro is a fucking machine. "He" is described in Her New Master - Part 2]
Her eyes light up. Her Master directs her to the floor. He wants her to crawl over to the apparatus and get into position. She quickly obeys. He takes great pleasure in her crawling. Her nipple bells tinkle. Her smooth white skin contrasts with the shiny black latex as she slinks across the floor. It makes his cock ache. He unzips to allow it some freedom. His slave gets a glimpse of it in the mirror as she crawls toward the "H". He removes his balls so they are hanging out of his pants too, then zips up around the whole ensemble. His disembodied cock and balls now reside outside his latex pants. He has become a sheet of latex with a cock!
She crawls into position; wrists and ankles at the corners. She places her lovely neck across the lower half of the opened "noose"; he closes the upper half and locks it in place. Then he cuffs her ankles and wrists.
She is secure. She couldn't touch herself now even if he gave her permission. Her pussy is already flowing with her juices...she is craving contact...any kind of contact.
He checks all of her restraints, then from behind her he tugs on her hair. She is wearing it up as he had instructed her, so it is easily grasped. He pulls her head up and asks her if she's comfortable.
Oh, no sir. This slave is in heaven, she purrs.
