A couple of weeks ago, a close female friend of mine agreed to be my slave for 24 hours. This was a long standing fantasy of mine and she felt that it would be interesting and consequently fun. The idea of being at someone's complete beck and call, to be dedicated to acting completely obedient and submissive seemed to fulfill a hidden desire within her.
The day started for her while I was at work. I had left a key to my apartment with her so that she could let herself in to begin preparing before I arrived at home. She arrived around 3, wanting to be certain that she had enough time. After a shower, where she made certain that she was completely smooth and as clean as possible, she entered my bedroom where I had left several "gifts" for her.
Opening the first bag, she finds a black thong, a matching push-up bra, and black thigh-high stockings. She carefully puts these on before moving to the next package. Inside is a short black skirt and form fitting white blouse. In the last box, is a pair of knee high black boots. After dressing and admiring herself in the mirror for a few moments, she opens the very last bag that is on the bed. Inside is a black leather collar and a leather and wood paddle. This last item is a reminder that failure to act appropriately will result in punishment.
Once the collar is on, she glances at her watch and realizes she only has about 15 minutes left to put on her makeup. Despite this, she takes her time to make sure it is just perfect. Looking in the mirror, she sees a fantastically dressed slut staring back at her. Her makeup highlights her eyes and the bright red lipstick she wears goes beyond voluptuous and adds a sexy air. Taking the paddle in one hand, she walks near the door to await my arrival.
When she hears the outer door open, her heart starts to beat faster. This is above and beyond anything that she has ever done before. Since she first met me, she has been learning and experiencing new things that she never even imagined. She is more than a little surprised to learn that she likes these new things. The idea of being physically dominated is a huge turn on and being treated like a dirty slut, while initially reprehensible, has slowly begun to appeal to her. Tonight is a culmination of everything she has done. She is out to push herself to the limit and at the same time, show just how much she cares about me. When she first decided to do it, it was more about me than anything else, but as she dressed, she realized that more and more of her was looking forward to what was about to happen.
As the door opens, she realizes there is no turning back. To completely fulfill the fantasy, no way out was established. To attempt to stop it now would result in being paddled into submission. She takes one last deep breath before I step through the door.
I enter my apartment and stop dead in my tracks when I see her standing before me. She looks sexier than anything I've ever seen in my life and the black collar and paddle are signs that she is willing to submit to my will. We had decided that the fantasy would start as soon as I arrived and I am pleased when she immediately says, "Welcome home Master."
Unfortunately, a little smile plays on her lips as she says this. It's most likely nervousness, but I can't have all this effort turn into a big joke.
"Turn around!", I snarl. This reaction startles her, as she was expecting a big grin or at least a hello. As a matter of fact I do, as soon as her back is turned. I take the paddle from her and place a hand on her upper back, signaling her to bend forward. I lift the rear of her skirt and am instantly aroused as the tops of her thigh-highs come into view. When I see her firm ass with a strip of black cloth disappearing between her cheeks, I am almost overcome with a desire to take her right there. I restrain myself though. This about more than just sex, it is an emotional and mental game as well.
"From now on, you will address me with respect. Do you understand?"
Her reply is a little breathless as she anticipates the strike. "Yes, Master." No sooner do the words leave her mouth, than I send the paddle in an arc towards her bared ass. The loud slap that it makes startles us both. The paddle is designed for this sort of play, and while it stings quite a bit and leaves a red mark, no damage is really done.
"You can stand up now, slut", I say.
"Thank you, Master."
We are both feeling pretty good about how the evening has started. The vulnerable position of being bent over and spanked has aroused both of us, and I am pleased at how well she is doing.
"I think I'm going to get in the shower now."
"May I undress you Master?"
"Yes"
With every exchange, we fall deeper into our roles as Master and slave. This makes it seem more realistic and adds to my appreciation. She begins by helping me off with my boots and socks. The removal of my jacket, is her next opportunity to mess up and unfortunately for her, she does. She stands very close to me and I can smell the perfume that she is wearing. Wisely, she makes no attempt to kiss me, but after she pushes the jacket from my shoulders, she allows it to fall on the floor behind me.
"What do you think you are doing?" I ask incredulously.
"Undressing you Master", she replies while glancing left and right trying to figure out where she erred.
"Throwing my clothes on the floor isn't what I call doing a very good job of that you stupid slut."
"I'm sorry M. . ."
"Shut up! Turn around", I interrupt. Picking up the paddle from where I had set it down, I repeat lifting her dress, but without hesitation, I bring the paddle down twice in quick succession. Her ass cheeks are glowing red and I can smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal. From our past conversations, I know that spanking sends shivers not just up and down her spine, but also through her pussy.
I let her dress fall and she cautiously stands up and turns around. She doesn't make eye contact and her breathing is coming rapidly. When I do not say anything, she lowers herself to her knees and begins working on my belt and fly. After lowering my pants and underwear in one pull, she helps me step out of them. My cock is completely hard and pulses with each of my heartbeats.
"Master, may I clean you with my tongue?" This question takes me by surprise, but it pleases me nonetheless. It shows how willing she is to please me.
"Only my feet", is my reply. I sit down on my couch as she lifts my right foot and pulls it to her waiting tongue. She starts with the sole of my foot and works up towards my toes. Looking down I see her wet pink tongue sliding between my toes. Momentarily she makes eye contact with me, but quickly looks down and concentrates on her task. After carefully sucking each toe and licking the space between them, the procedure is repeated with my left foot.
As I pull my foot away, she looks up and says, "Thank you Master."