The nine days flew by. Every morning she woke and gently played and rubbed her clit as he asked her. At first it was easy to stop before cumming but as the days wore on and her need for release grew and intensified it became harder and harder not to just push herself over the edge but she didn't. She needed to prove to him and to herself that she was serious and committed to learning about her submissiveness. Every evening at exactly 7:00 his call came and she was ready as he asked her to be, lying naked on her bed. Each night he probed her mind and heart made her connect deeply with her feelings. Their conversations lasted no more than 30 minutes but those 30 minutes seemed like hours. It was almost painful for her to dig so deep and divulge herself to him but she did and a sense of calmness began to seep into her being.
His instructions for their meeting on Friday were very clear. She was to shower and prepare for work as usual but since she would have no extra time to return home before she was to be at his house at 6:30 she was to dress according to his orders. She was to wear a short dress that buttoned down the front. She could wear panties and a bra to work but they were to be removed prior to her arrival at his house. She had not been allowed to shave since their first conversation and she felt unclean but that was what he wanted.
Friday finally arrived. Her day at work was difficult. She was distracted and couldn't focus and was thankful for 5:00 when it finally arrived. She hurried into the bathroom at work, removed her panties and bra, brushed her teeth and freshened up her makeup, rushed out to her car and began the long drive to his house. She figured it would take her an hour to get there, leaving her a few minutes to spare. He lived in a remote part of their county and she wasn't very familiar with the winding roads through the forest. She drove and drove and when she thought she had gone too far up a tiny one-lane road she saw his gate. He said he would leave it open for her but for her to close it after she drove her car inside his property. She closed the gate and noticed the time on her clock on her dashboard. 6:25. Perfect. She followed the dirt driveway for about ¼ mile and saw the lights of his house. She pulled up and parked. She considered turning around and leaving but she'd come so far. She got out of her car, straightened her dress and walked slowly to his front door. His house was beautiful, the kind of cabin one would imagine nestled in a forest. She noticed smoke coming out of the chimney as she approached his front door. Her stomach was churning and her heart racing as she nervously knocked on his door. She straightened her dress once more and stood completely still looking directly ahead of her. His door opened and he stood there looking at her, his eyes smiling as they surveyed her body. She was speechless and almost lost her breath as she saw him for the first time. He was very tall, 6'4" to her 5"3". His black t-shirt hugged his body showing every taught muscle in his chest and stomach, his arms bulging through the short sleeves. His black leather pants molded to his hard muscular legs. Her legs were shaking as he reached out to take her into his arms.
"Thank you for coming Joanne. Please come in, we have a long weekend ahead of us."
He led her into his living room to a red velvet chair, which was placed in the middle of the room.
"Please have a seat Joanne. Can I get you a glass of wine?"
She wasn't sure her voice would come out but she managed a tiny "yes, please."
He smiled into her eyes.
"One moment while I get you a glass. Please try to relax Joanne, you are safe."
He returned after a few minutes with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He placed the glasses on the coffee table between her chair and a large couch. He sat on the couch, opened the bottle, poured wine into both glasses and handed one to her.
"To your courage."
She smiled shyly as her trembling hand took her glass from him.
He raised his glass in the air to her, leaned back on his couch and studied her. She took a large sip of her wine and felt it warm her. Her eyes studied him. His hair was very dark, almost blue-black and pulled back into a long ponytail, his eyes were a piercing blue and she felt them penetrate into her soul.
He leaned forward and placed his glass on the table and she did the same.
"Tell me what you're feeling and thinking Joanne."
She looked into his eyes, almost afraid to speak.
"I'm not sure. I'm very nervous and feeling terribly shy."
His eyes never leaving hers as he kept silent. He waited patiently for her to process her thoughts and feelings.
"I can't believe I'm here, to be honest, and even though we've spoken on the phone all these nights you're still a stranger to me."
He smiled. She was beginning to feel captivated by him and she realized she would do anything he asked of her. His smile alone took her breath away.
"For this moment yes, but not for much longer Joanne."
He leaned back on the couch and continued to study her. He had an easiness about him that was beginning to calm her and she began to relax. He crossed his legs and looked deep into her eyes.
"As of this moment you are to address me as Sir or Sir Joseph. You will do and obey me to the best of your ability and if at any point I feel you are not doing so you will be punished. I will start slowly with you but know that I will also push you beyond what you think you can endure. I will not harm you, I will not inflict any permanent damage to your skin but you will feel pain and you will learn to love the pain I give you. You can walk out of here now but know that if you choose to we will never again speak. Do you understand all I have stated Joanne?"
Joanne hesitated for a moment, letting his words seep down into her psyche.
"Yes Sir, I understand."
Good. Do you choose to remain and start your training with me?"
Her thoughts were conflicting yet she knew she would remain, wanted desperately to stay. Her voice shook as she quietly answered him.
"Yes Sir. I choose to remain."
"And?"
"And what Sir?"
"You must listen very closely to every word I say to you. You choose to remain and what?"
"Umm..."
"I asked you to decide on two things."
She frantically began to try to remember all he said to her...to stay and what?
"Oh...yes, to remain and start my training with you Sir."
He smiled at her as he leaned forward.
"Good, very good Joanne. Now please rise and approach me."
He pushed the table to one side making room for her. She rose and slowly began walking to him. She stopped a few inches from his knees and stood very still, her eyes never leaving his.
"Unbutton your dress Joanne."
She hesitated for a second then began to unbutton her dress. Her fingers trembled as each button came undone. She rose and started to open her dress.
"STOP!"
Her fingers stopped still gripping the edges of her unbuttoned dress. Her heart was pounding.
"Joanne, you must follow my instructions to the letter, do you understand? I did not ask you to open your dress, only to unbutton it."
"Yes Sir. I apologize." Her eyes started to fill with tears.
He reached out to her, his hands resting on her hips.
"Apology accepted, thank you. Now move closer to me Joanne, spread you legs and move forward until your knees touch the couch, your legs outside of mine."
His hands guided her hips towards him until her knees were against the couch and her legs straddling his. He softly placed his hands flat on her skin just above her knees. His eyes looked up into hers as his hands began to very slowly move up her legs and under her dress then stopped at her upper thighs.
"Place your hands behind your back Joanne and braid your fingers together. Keep your body very still. Breathe deeply and focus on your task at hand. You may moan, cry out or scream if you feel the need to express your frustration but do NOT move unless I command you to and never take your eyes off mine. Do you understand Joanne?"
"Yes Sir", she whispered, as her hands moved quickly behind her making her breasts jut out slightly.
He removed his hands from her thighs and leaned back on the couch, their eyes never wavering from one another.
She felt his legs begin to press hard against the inside of her knees.
"Move your legs with mine."
His legs began to open and move apart making her own legs spread wider and wider until she felt the muscles of her inner thighs begin to pull and stretch painfully. Just when she thought she could spread her legs no further he stopped. He could see the strain in her eyes and on her face. He leaned in close to her mound and took a deep breath through his nose.
"Mmmm, I can smell your hunger Joanne. I can smell your need."
Her cheeks flushed at his words. She felt as if she was coming apart from the inside out just so she could be put back together again by this stranger. Her body and her mind were battling for control of her senses but their struggle was useless for she knew somewhere deep inside her being that she was already falling and falling fast.
He raised his hands and placed them on her shoulders.
"Keep your hands behind your back but unhook your fingers from each other."
