Meg got in the shower at a quarter to 8, as she'd been instructed, and couldn't help touching her pussy furtively as she stood under the hot water and thought about what was going to happen. Even though he'd told her she wasn't allowed to, and she knew he'd punish her for it later, she couldn't help sliding a hand between her legs and massaging her clit, and that felt so good she couldn't help pushing her long middle finger into her pussy - and another, and a third - thinking about her master fucking her. Before long she had her face pressed against the shower tile and was pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt, just the way he'd made her do it last time they were together, though without the blindfold over her eyes or the hard ball gag in her mouth.
She stopped herself before she came, knowing how angry he'd be, and finished showering.
Part of what turned her on so much was not knowing - not knowing where she was going, not knowing what was going to happen when she got there.
He'd picked out her outfit last time - sharp, tall heels, a tight black dress too small for her tremendous, soft breasts, and streetwalker-heavy makeup.
She took her time getting ready and before she knew it she was running late, but she still took a quick moment to apprise herself in the bathroom mirror. Her tits were spilling out of the dress so ostentatiously that she could see the pink rim of her aureoles peeking out, and the dress was so short that even the slightest lean forward would push the hem up high enough to expose her bare pussy. With the heavy eye makeup and lipstick, she looked like an absolute gutter-trash whore. She knew he would be pleased.
He was waiting with a car downstairs, and as soon as she got in the driver pulled away without any instruction from her master. He was quiet for several moments, and she was worried she'd upset him.
She leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Don't I dress up like a good little pet for you?"
He answered by pressing his mouth to hers, gently working his lips on hers, kissing down her cheek and neck before returning to her mouth and working his tongue against hers more and more aggressively. Suddenly, she felt his hand on the back of her head, his fingers curling into her hair.
"Do you remember what I told you about being on time?"
"I'm sorry."
"That's not an answer to my question."
"Yes, I remember. You said to be on time."
"Do you know how late you were?"
"A couple of minutes?" she said.
"You were four minutes late. I was going to make you cum before things got underway tonight, on our way, but now you're going to have to be punished."
"Yes sir. How would you like to punish me?"
