The moment I opened the email with His instructions, I knew that He was going to challenge me in ways I have never been before.
The instructions were clear and concise.
I had to be at His house at 15:00 and dressed in only a coat and high heels.
I was to pack only a toothbrush for the weekend.
I was to drink 6 glasses of water and was not allowed to relieve myself after 14:00.
Reading that, I shivered. He has transformed into Mr Hyde....
As I walked in the door, He walked up to me, pulled me by my hair to my knees. I was helpless against His power. But I also had no will to resist Him. I wanted to be on my knees before Him.
With His other hand He put the collar around my neck. Moving my head around by my hair, He exposed the line of my neck. The first bite was unexpected and I flinched and called out without thinking.
Roughly He pulled my face to His, forcing me to look at Him.
'Are you going to fight me, bitch? Is that really the route you want to go this weekend?'
I shook my head, knowing how He will punish any disobedience. I couldn't handle that. I still remembered the last time too vividly. His smile was one of satisfaction, power, success.
Looking into His eyes, I was struck again with the awe I feel whenever we play or when we meet for a weekend, even just when we talk on the phone. His Mastery affects me deeply. I submit absolutely to Him.
His next words sounded the tone for the weekend: 'Puppy-Bitch, Your Master will take His pleasure.'
His command to 'stay' was obeyed without thought and my excitement grew as I saw the toys He had on the table, ready to be used. I saw Him take the tail in His hands.
I was surprised when I felt His finger probing my hole, expecting the plug. I could feel His fingers playing over the ridges; pushing gently at the tight ring. Applying some lube to His finger, He started pushing harder...I felt my body allowing Him to penetrate. Slowly at first, He started moving His digit inside me. I groaned, arching my back, allowing Him easier access. I felt the wetness from my pussy, melting down my legs.
His movements become faster, deeper.
My breathing becoming haggard...
Another finger stretched my hole even more. I groaned out as His digits pound into my most private place. And suddenly He stopped. I groaned ... on the brink of losing control...of giving myself over to the mindlessness of an orgasm....
'You are a bitch in heat, aren't you?' He growled into my ear. I heard Him but had lost the ability to speak.
'Aren't you? Answer me!' I summoned all my strength to whisper: 'Yes, Master' hanging my head in total defeat as I surrendered more to Him.
Satisfied with my submission He stood up and pulled the leash He had attached to the collar. I followed obediently on all fours. Only then did I see all the preparation He made for this weekend: a stainless steel water and food bowl next to the back door. The steel cage in the corner of the lounge. In the Master bedroom is a dog pillow next to Masters' bed.