Sara laid there in her bed struggling to discern fact from fiction. Her body was hungry for the touch of her Man, and her emotions wrapped around her need like a fluffy, warm coat. She let her mind wonder, her eyes closed as her imagination allowed various sensations. It was some time before she mustered the interest to arise from her bed and begin her day.
She quickly read the email Ron sent her and replied with her, "OK" signal acknowledging her receipt of His message. He had given her the usual dress requirements for the day and for this evening, so she selected a forest greenish flowered outfit for the office. She seldom wore underwear of any sort any more unless there was a specific need. She went through her day as usual, but the day just felt out of balance and all she could think of was it was because she had not started it as she was now accustomed, with Ron. She also had a lovely sense of anticipation for the surprise planned for the evening.
She went home, her work day finished, took a long, luxurious bath. It was then that she noticed something strange. She was shaven smoothly. In fact, she couldn't remember when her mons had been so smooth, so naked. A strange heat flushed through her. "What the heck is going on?" she thought. Quickly she stepped out of the tub and looked at her body in the mirror. Sure enough, her bottom was completely bare. Deep inside of her, anticipation grew with her feminine excitement at this discovery.
In his morning email, Ron directed her to wear a very short skirt and loose, button down blouse combination to his cabin and to arrive promptly at 6:30. This evening, as she dressed, she felt her nakedness under the short lacy skirt and it both frustrated and thrilled her. The thin fabric of her blouse caressed her luscious curves and allowed her nipples the joy of showing off through the fabric. She was enticingly sexy as she walked up to Ron's cabin at 6:22.
She knocked and was allowed to enter. She was enthusiastically welcomed with a hug and warm kiss from Ron. They chatted for a few minutes, and Ron asked her to retire to the "Playroom", the room on the right, and await Him there. She entered the room and was shocked to see a medical table in the center of the large room. As she glanced around the room, her nervousness grew, but there was something about this room, something strangely familiar, even exciting though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
Within a few minutes, Ron joined her in the "playroom" and again embraced her and thanked her for coming. He then applied a blindfold to her face and gave her some simple directions that focused on her trusting Him.
"Do you trust me, Sara?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Your trust will be tested this evening, my girl. It is time. You may leave at any time. You must understand that, although I hope you do not leave."
"I'm not going anywhere, Ron. What's up?" She was almost impatient at this point, and wanted more information.
"Do you trust me, Sara, to know what you truly want?"
"Ummm, sure, Ron, I think you know me pretty well."
"Then, with your consent, I am in charge this evening, ok?"
"As always, Ron, as always! I may be a bit old fashioned, but I want you to be in charge. I like it when you give me directions and expect me to comply. I think that is the way it should be between and Man and a woman."
"Good girl! Now, remove your blouse, please, and drop it on the floor."
"Say what?"
He did not repeat His instruction, but waited silently for her obedience. It took several seconds, but she complied. He studied her expression and smiled. Masterfully, he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed each one. Sara stood frozen in place, her senses on overload, her mind racing. His touch was firm, but tender. For several minutes he weighed them, squeezed them, smashed them and juggled them. He pulled on her now firm nipples, and he twisted them until she involuntarily whined softly.
"Beautiful, girl! Now, I will help you up onto the table, Sara, and you will sit straight and tall with your fingers knitted behind your head until told otherwise."
He did, in fact, help her onto the table, and she assumed the position he required, her fingers laced behind her head, her breasts lifted nicely for His examination. He deftly attached a single clothes pin to each nipple and flicked it with his fingers. She squirmed slightly, but said nothing.
"Ah, I see my girl enjoys this, yes?" He flicked the clothes pins again and removed them. "Lovely sensation, yes?"
"Yes, Ron, I must say it hurts ... in a lovely way!" Sara's face flushed as her body temperature began to rise.
Ron rummaged through a drawer behind him and found some nipple clamps with small weights attached. He easily clamped them on her nipples and she squirmed a little more.
"Yes, girl. These have a bit more bite to them, don't they? Looks to me like they pass your test, though. You see, girl? I know what you really want, what you've always wanted. Do you still trust me?"
