I'm on the bus on my way over to your house. I've been there plenty of times but never like this. You've always been such an amazing friend to me, so strong and wise with whatever troubles I was going through at the time. Never would I have guessed our friendship would evolve into this. I've spiked the small bottle of Coca Cola I brought with whiskey, sipping slow as I pass all the houses and familiar streets. I always had an attraction to you, with your height a full six foot compared to my 5'3 frame. You have masculine broad shoulders and the smoldering brown eyes behind those perfectly lined glasses. I'm off the bus and my mixed coke and whiskey is gone. I'm approaching your house in my fishnets, skirt and leather jacket. My eyeliner is perfectly done, and I'm debating on whether I'll show up with red lipstick or not, it's not too late to put it on. We'll see. Your hands were the first thing I ever noticed about you though Sir, twice as large as mine there was always a longing for you to touch me with them.
I'm here. I'm at the gate. This is actually happening. I walk through and knock at your door. My heart is racing and I feel comforted as I walk through your house into the room. You closed the door behind you, took my jacket and handed me a drink. You've had two already and the room smells of your cologne and your favorite dark beer. It's delicious. I'm sitting on your bed shaking in my boots.
You smiled at me and we had a cheers. You stand up and look down at me. I know it's the signal for me to begin. I take the leash and collar out of my purse and carefully put them both on. You sit back down on your chair, your hands placed perfectly on the thighs of your black pants. I'm on my knees in front of you.
"Good girl." You say.
The sound of your voice is different than I've ever heard you speak to me. I'm staring at your tattoos and the watch worn on your wrist. I'm not one hundred percent sure what you're going to do to me but I'm eager, and I can feel the juices between my thighs beginning to make themselves present. I take a deep breath and I look up at you. You grabbed my neck and held it there. Sir, one hand almost wrapped my entire throat. You squeeze and come face to face with me.
"Open your mouth." You command.
I do as I'm told and you shove your two fingers down my throat faster than I can react. I gag and my eyes begin to water. I can tell from your look that you're pleased. You shove them further and yank them out. Grabbing my leash my neck is tight on your grip. The string of saliva stretches out of my mouth sticking to your two fingers and WHAP. The side of my face is stinging from your slap.
I want more.
You grab a hold of my throat again and slap the other side of my face.
Oh Master, give it to me.
With your hand on my throat you lift me to my feet. My leash and collar are still in your hands. My cheeks are flushed pink from your slaps and my eyeliner is beginning to smear. You throw me onto your bed and I'm embarrassed that my skirt is lifted slightly.
