This is a real-life encounter. All person's depicted are 18 years of age or over. Please remember to vote and feel free to share your comments. I am a new contributor to Literotica but have been writing for some time. Your feedback will be greatly appreciated.
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The little one stands before Him for the first time. As instructed she stands in the middle of the hotel room and keeps the eye contact her Master demands. She waits, lost in her thoughts with the tension of the moment making her entire being scream inside.
Master's instructions for dress were specific and the girl made sure she did as ordered. She is wearing a white button down blouse, dress jeans, a red bra and panties. The outfit extenuates her shapely curves and perfect B cup breast. Her chestnut hair is down to her shoulders flowing in a partial curl. Her skin is the color of cream and radiates the soft texture of her youth. Her blue eyes blink as she continues to make the eye contact demanded.
Silently the girl stands with her hands at her side waiting nervously for what is to come next. Master senses her nervousness and says, "You have nothing to fear, little one." and gives her a quick smile. The sound of His baritone voice is firm but non-threatening and she knows she has nothing to dread. Despite what her brain tells her, the sexual tension is electric.
She remembers their first aborted meeting, and how empty that experience left her, and she suspects Master. At the last moment she fled the restaurant before He arrived, fear gripping her beyond her tolerance. They had chatted on IM and the phone for several weeks before she would agree to meet and then she lost her nerve. Feeling certain that she had blown any chance of being his "littlie one" she ignored his contacts. He persisted, however, being an experienced Dom and understanding the sometimes-fickle nature of a submissive new to the lifestyle.
After a three more weeks of chatting on the IM her courage returned and she agreed to meet Him. They had lunch. He was polite, kind and very gentle, but she also sensed an aura around him as one not to be trifled with. A professional man accustomed to using power but with an intelligence that drew Him to her.
Standing now in front of Him she remembers their drive after lunch, the trip to Priscella's Adult Store. She remembers how He kept His "no play" rules for the first meeting (even though she remembers thinking at the time how much she wanted to submit to Him then and there). She remembers their parting, and how He kissed her softly, and allowed the kiss to linger, and his hand brushed over her perfect breasts and she felt a shiver go down her back anticipating things to come.
She was startled from her daydreaming by Master's voice. "Turn around, slowly for me" he said. As instructed, she slowly began to turn in place. "Stop" he said, and the slave froze in her tracks.
"Bend over" was the command, and she did as instructed, realizing her bottom was now facing Master, and she was sure he was getting a good first look at her; that pleased her.
She stayed in that position for a long moment until she heard "Stand straight, and turn to face me. Keep eye contact". She did as directed.
Her eyes meet Master's, and she observed Him sitting in the corner chair. She realized now the lights were low, but candles were burning, giving the room a soft glow. She saw Master sitting in His black shirt, black shorts, while cotton socks. A bag was sitting next to him, and a glass by the other. He stared intently, to examine her up and down, and His eyes seem to pierce right through her body.
While watching her, he picked up the glass and slowly took a drink, of what she didn't know. She remembered his "no drinking during play" rules, so assumed it wasn't liquor. The eyes were locked together with an intense stare, and she felt herself getting very wet. She was also starting to shake.
He sat the glass back down, and returned His gaze. "Unbutton your blouse, pulling it from underneath your skirt, and allow it to drape on your breasts" was His order, said softly, but most directly.
The blouse pulled easily from underneath the jeans, and her fingers were shaking slightly as she unbuttoned the blouse, starting from the top of the blouse, and working down. After a moment of fumbling (to which Master made no comment; she saw the patience in His eyes) the blouse fell open, but draped against the inside of her breasts, so nothing was really exposed ... yet. She stood, eyes locked, feeling her nipples become rock hard, and her pussy gushing wetness.
She could tell He was admiring the soft and clear skin of her stomach and upper chest, her creamy skin against the contrast of the red bra and white blouse made a very appealing sight to Master, she thought.
Master stared intently at her in a manner that made her very nervous. She thought about speaking, asking if something was wrong, but then remembered His instructions at the beginning.... "You are to remain silent, unless spoken to first. You are to maintain eye contact at all times. You may only speak first to use your safeword. Do you understand?". She remembers nodding "yes".
"Come over to me" He said, and she cautiously begins to walk toward His corner chair. She stops in front of Him. He reaches up, takes the fingers on her right hand, and pulls on them downward, saying "Kneel down, here, in front of me". She finds herself instantly dropping to her knees, realizing she is between Master's knees, directly in front of Him. Their faces are inches apart, and maintaining eye contact becomes difficult. She starts to look away, and quickly feels a hand pulling her hair hard. "Maintain eye contact I said" were Master's words, not harsh, but firm. Her head smarted from the hair pulling, but she found herself feeling drenched in arousal at this experience.
His hands cupped her face, and she feels Him intently touching her face, neck, hair, ears... everything about her. His fingers traced a line down her neck to the top of her chest, and followed the outline of her bra, down to the V.
He ran the back of His fingers across the top of her breasts, and she sees him smile slightly at the sensation. He looks up at her and their eyes meet again. She starts to smile nervously but sees only His intense gaze in return, and quickly drops the smile. She begins to wonder if He doesn't like what He is seeing.
He looks down at her bra as His hands move to her sides, under the blouse. She feels Him begin to caress her skin with His palms, slowly, stopping to squeeze the skin periodically. His hands move around her back, pulling her forward slightly, but she keeps balanced. She feels His hands move up her back, over her bra, and to her shoulders. The blouse is pulling open at the front, and she feels a blush of self-consciences as her bra-covered breasts become exposed to Him.
"Stand" He says, removing His hands from her body. She does so quickly, not wishing to disappoint.
"Remove your blouse", and at the command she pulls the garment from her shoulders and allows it to drop at her feet.