I had not known Master had other accomplishments, but he had beautiful, almost medieval penmanship, and expressed himself in a succinct and educated fashion.
This is what the letter he handed me said,
"Dear Lalla;
That is your sub name. If you are reading this you have made the decision to submit to me. I believe the relationship will be most satisfying for both of us. You are my slave. You will not be forthright, or try to be seductive or beguiling. You will not be the one to initiate sex. You will, however, always be obedient, enthusiastic, and prepared to fulfill all my requirements.
If I take my cock out of your ass -- which I will admit is adorable, but which is now my property - to put it in your mouth, for example, you will not hesitate for even a second. You are permitted to scream, weep or otherwise express discomfort, but you may never resist. Your own pleasure will come from pleasing me, and you will educate yourself on how best to do that. You will expect frequent punishment, and its degree of severity will be my decision to make. That should keep you on your best behavior.
You will not come without my explicit permission, here or at home.
Here are your tasks that you should complete before our next meeting.
You have a most beautiful face, and must make the most of it. I want you to learn make up -- a moderate amount -- to enhance your face and sweet lips. You must also dress in a suitably feminine manner; under your clothes, at least.
I like my subs to wear body jewelry. I'll allow you to decide -- for now -- what and where.
Then, I would like you to bear my initial tattooed on your delightful body. This will be a further proof of your sincerity and obedience. It's the Scorpio symbol, and should be placed out of the sight of anybody but me, your owner; on your ass cheek, preferably. Again, you may decide the most appropriate and appealing presentation.
I intend to lead you to a better understanding of submission, obedience and the personal fulfillment they will bring you. I look forward to our next weekend together. Your stern but affectionate Master, Michael.
This letter, which I studied repeatedly, excited me tremendously and I read and reread it. Each time the calm words sent a shudder of submissive passion through me. I resolved to carry out his instructions to a T, and eagerly anticipated blushingly undressing before him in just a few days. Time was short, though, and I had to get going.
The next few days passed in a sensual haze. My welts faded and it became easier to sit comfortably. I spent most of my time reenacting the weekend's events and consequently felt aroused throughout the day. I heeded my Master's order that I not seek my own release, and resolutely stopped touching myself when I knew another moment would take me over the edge. I work in accounting in a smallish firm; always been good with numbers, and easily finish my tasks every day, leaving plenty of time for planning, fantasizing and following my Master's instructions.
He had required me to obtain body jewelry, a tattoo in a very specific place, and some appropriate garments. I investigated Victoria's Secret online and ordered several pairs of lace back thongs, a slim crop top, and some satin shorts. The package arrived quickly, and that evening in my quiet apartment I stripped and laid my purchases out on the bed.
Trying on the thong first, I immediately became hard. The front neatly contained my small (but well shaped) cock and balls, while the thong rode up my divide to flare out lacily at the top of my buttocks, which it left almost completely naked. My bottom - as told before, though I am very slender my ass is full, rounded and feminine - looked incredibly pale and inviting. I hoped my master would agree.
The crop top highlighted my flat smooth tummy, while the satiny shorts barely covered my ass. They had wide legs, however, so that my Master could slide his hand in if he wished to play with my cock and shy asshole. All were in shades of azure that matched my eyes. Modeling them with a critical eye in the big mirror, I felt I would pass muster.
The instruction regarding make up was more demanding. I obtained lipstick and eyeshadow and began watching YouTube videos about their application. (My eyelashes do not require any artificial enhancement, since they are long and feminine.) After a week of practice, I felt reasonably confident in my skills. Looking in the mirror again, with my hair falling gracefully to my narrow shoulders, I saw a slender, flat chested, pretty girl with shapely limbs and a provocative butt. So far, so good.
Now for the tattoo and piercings. I recalled an old world tattoo parlor in a rundown arcade just by the Alamo. Since I don't imagine most guys get a tattoo on their ass, which was where Master had implied I should place it, I needed a source that would be discreet and quiet. I took some time off to drive down there during the week.