Sara lay on her mat, ankles and wrists bound securely, as Master dressed in His office attire. He glanced over at her a time or two and captured an ethereal expression on her face.
"What is on your mind, my beautifully sexy slut?"
"Oh Master, you caught me! I was just dreaming of sailing the ocean blue with You. Do you remember? A dream we once entertained for an evening." She smiled and stretched sensuously.
"My dear one, one day, yes, we will take a small trip on my boat. I shall bind you to the helm, and steer with my fingers deep within your vagina." He laughed aloud, and she joined him.
He walked over to her as she lay sprawled on her mat at the foot of his bed. He had indeed grown to love her deeply. He gazed at her body, fully His, and again smiled.
"How would you like to spend your day today, my beautiful slut?"
"In whatever way would please you most, Master," she replied.
He thought for a moment.
"As it happens, I received a phone call from an old friend last night. Did you hear the phone ring?"
"Yes, Master, I heard it, but bound as I am, I was unable to answer it for you."
"Yes, dear slut, I am aware of this. Not to worry. This friend is a Dom. In fact, He is the person who first took me to a lifestyle club and spoke of D/s and the pleasures and responsibilities that are woven therein. He is in town for the week. Perhaps I will call Him and offer you to Him for the day. How would that be?"
"Ooooh Master! No, please. I am Yours and Yours alone." She cried softly.
"Sara! Would you disrespect me now?"
She was quieter, but her sniffles were still slightly audible.
"Very well. I shall call him and see what his day holds. Until I return, please stand and prepare for our morning ritual." He disappeared from the bedroom, and Sara began the ordeal of adjusting her position to stand before Him.
A few minutes later He returned. "It is all set. He will arrive in an hour. You are his for the day, and He has said he will bring you to meet me for dinner at 7 at the club on Whip Ave."
He stood before her now, her Lover and her Master. He removed her bonds, and she quickly knelt before Him, brushing her lips and cheeks against his feet. She felt His gentle but skillful hands caressing her pinch her nipples and firmly smack her bottom. He pulled her into a full embrace, and kissed her deeply and passionately. "Who am I to you, my slut?"
"You are my Love, Master, my Guide, my Teacher and so much more. You are my complete Master."
"Display!" He commanded. Sara assumed the traditional position, feet 24 inches apart, right hip thrust forward slightly, arms raised and fingers laced behind her head, breasts beautifully lifted and head held high but eyes lowered. He walked around her, examined every inch of her. He stopped in front of her and touched her bottom lip lightly with his finger. She kissed it, and responded to her Master's signal. Quickly she was again on her knees before him, her thighs parted widely, her sex fully exposed for his pleasure and examination, her fingers adeptly opening his slacks while her soft, hot mouth eagerly awaited the thrill of his powerful penis. Her arms surrounded his legs as she rubbed her breasts against him. He had taught her some visual commands and this was the most commonly used. She sucked him into her mouth and pleasured his penis for 20 minutes or so, teasing him and throating him and giving herself to him in every lick and suck. He felt her adoration. He smiled graciously at his blessed pet as he patted her head and began to walk backwards, leading her by his penis, her hands automatically folded behind her back. She loved this little gesture because to her, it demonstrated in a perfect way, the intimacy and the balance of their relationship. He loved to watch his slut suck his penis, the faces she made, how her mouth softened then firmed. He also loved to watch her breasts swing as she struggled to follow him, keeping her thighs apart. He often thought about permanently piercing her clitoris or labia, but somehow always managed to decide it was for some future time. He did relish the idea, though.
There was a loud knock on the door. He backed over to the door, opened it while Sara continued to minister to his thick, swollen penis with her loving mouth.
"Ahhhh," Sir James laughed aloud. "A great way to start the day, yes?" He smacked his friend on the back and they exchanged greetings. Sara was a bit embarrassed, but focused on her Master's penis. Her own heat was by made quite obvious by the wetness oozing from her vagina and slowly sliding down her thighs and from the increasing loudness of her sucking.
Master reached down and absently stroked his adoring pet.
"That will do, slut, now, Display!"
Sara was dizzy with arousal, but managed to rise to her feet and assume the commanded position in a relatively sensuous manner. Eyes down, she dare not look at her Master, to determine the tone. Although her Master had allowed her to be examined by others on a few occasions, it was still somewhat humiliating to be so completely naked and vulnerable before a stranger.
The Men shook hands and Sara heard her Master say, "Only do not permanently mark her in any way, but please enjoy her. She is my great treasure!" She heard the door close, and her heart began to race. She only hoped Sir James could not hear it.
He returned his attention to her and smiled nicely, and Sara relaxed a little.
"You are a hot slut, aren't you?" He observed.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Well, dear, I suppose we should get better acquainted, yes? Come." He turned and walked into the "playroom" where dozens of tools were arranged, tools for the training and growth of a slut. He stood and looked around the room for a minute, looked at Sara, smiled, and led her to the A-frame along the right wall. There were mirrors along most of the walls as well as the ceiling, and even in places on the floor. The room was well lit and kept at a nice, cool temperature of 65º.
Sir James found some heavy manacles and attached them first, to the crossbar of the A-frame, then slid Sara's wrists into them. He walked behind her and she felt a high wooden bench slide up against her thighs. "Please, open your legs, slut." She obeyed and found herself straddling the narrow bench, her wet vagina fully exposed as he now shackled her ankles to the legs of the bench. She was trembling slightly, but dare not let on she was afraid. Or was she excited?
"Hmmm, your Master has not yet put his mark on you. I shall have to speak to him about this. You are a lovely slut, dear, and apparently well trained."
"Thank you, Sir. It is my pleasure to serve my Master."
"And of course, it is your pleasure to now serve me, yes?" He disappeared into the storage room and returned with several dildos, vibrators, flogs, whips, chains and a few things she couldn't see.
"Are you comfortable, slut?" She nodded affirmatively.
"Good! Now, lift your vagina to me." Obediently, Sara lifted her hungry vagina as high as she could.
"Now, what do you wish, slut?"
"Sir?"
"What is it you want, my dear?"
"I do not understand, Sir? I want to please you, Sir."
