"What a good little pet you are." I said as I watched her lips slide slowly up and down the shaft of my hard cock - just exactly as I had told her. Her eyes sparkled at the compliment but she did not stop her deliberate motion.
Slowly, she slid all the way down my cock until her nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair and the swollen head of my circumcised penis was deep in her throat. Then, a pause. Then, slowly, she would slide back up the shaft until the ridge of my bulbous head was just inside her lips. She sucked hard on the head, making me gasp, then started again.
Just as I had taught her. I laid my head back on the sofa and thought back to how it all started...
=======================
We first connected through one of those websites - I forget which. At first there were emails, then we exchanged Instant-Messenger IDs and began chatting at work. She was very shy at first, but she eventually warmed up.
I found out through these conversations that she was unhappy with her sex life. She was married for a while, but her husband was unsatisfactory, and the few times she had been able to orgasm was through masturbation. She was beautiful and sexy and very frustrated.
During one of these Internet chats, she hinted that she might like to be dominated, and I jokingly started demanding that she call me "Master." She replied "Yes, Master" and referred to me that way from then on. I couldn't really tell if she was serious or not.
A few weeks later, I called her unannounced on her work telephone.
"This is Stephanie, how can I help?" Her voice was strong and confident, very feminine.
"Stephanie, this is the Master calling." I said.
She hesitated before answering. "Yes, sir?"
"Listen carefully, my pet, you will want to follow my instructions exactly to avoid punishment. Do you have a pencil and paper?" I said.
"Yes, Master." She almost whispered into the phone. Her strong voice was weaker now.
"Tomorrow, you will wear a short dress to work. One that shows off your breasts. You may wear a bra, but no other undergarments. You will wear your hair up, and you will wear high heels. I will be watching to see that you obey. Do you understand?"
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?" I demanded.
"Yes Master." she said even more quietly.
"You will work all morning, and take the afternoon off. At noon, you will walk across the street to the Hotel..." I gave her the rest of her instructions. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Master," she whispered into the phone.
I hung up without another word.
Now, if you know me, I am not the ultra-dominant type at all. I love women, and don't have a deep need to force anyone into anything. I had to plan and script this conversation for a week, and I even practiced it in the car over and over again. I was shaking, and I hope my voice didn't betray me. Even so, I was incredibly turned on.
The next day at noon, I was waiting in the hotel lobby, pretending to read the newspaper. I sat close enough to the front desk that I could hear the conversation. Stephanie walked up, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. She stopped at the desk and said, "Excuse me, my Master told me to meet him in room 269, and that you would have a key for me." I could almost hear her blushing.
Stephanie is only about 5'4", maybe a little taller in her heels. I think the man behind the desk stared directly into her cleavage the entire time. Her dress was exactly as I had instructed. It was designed to be tight, and with her DD breasts, it was positively straining at the seams.
She walked over to the elevator, the man behind the desk watching her the whole way. The doors opened, she got in, and the doors closed.
I forced myself to wait a full five minutes before I folded up the newspaper and walked to the elevator. I opened the door to the room and walked in to see Stephanie standing next to the bed, holding a glass of water with three ice cubes in it - exactly as I had instructed her. She did not look up, but kept her eyes downcast.
I took the glass from her hand and took a sip of the cold water. "Very good, my pet. You may sit down."
She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. I stood a few feet away. Her cleavage really was spectacular, especially from above. "Look up at me." I commanded.
She had a round, beautiful face, with clear brown eyes. I could see she was nervous, excited, maybe even a little afraid. "Relax, my pet. You have done very well. Here, take a deep breath and hold it." I stared directly at her chest as it inflated spectacularly. She blushed prettily when she saw what I was looking at. "Good, now let it out." And she did.
"You followed your instructions very well, my pet. Now you are alone with the Master in a hotel room, and you have the rest of the day off of work. Are you ready to be a good slave and please your Master?"
"Yes Master." She said. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
"Excellent, my pet!" I said, starting to get into my role. "Now, stand up and let the Master inspect his slave."
She stood up and I walked around her, inspecting every curve of her figure. I stood in front of her and put my hands on her bare shoulders, then left them slowly trace down and rest on her breasts. I could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest. Her nipples poked at the sheer fabric beneath my hands. I squeezed her breasts gently and she moaned softly.
I stepped back and said, "Lift up your dress and show me you followed my instructions." She hesitated, but then reached down and pulled up her dress, and, as I instructed, she was not wearing any underwear. Her pussy lips were shaved bare, with a patch of dark hair just above. She shifted her weight uncomfortably as I stared.
"Tell me how it felt to work all morning in that short dress and no underwear." I asked.
She blushed again. "I noticed almost everyone was looking at my boobs all morning. I even caught women staring at me. I tried to stay at my desk, but I can't do my job just sitting there all day."
"Yes, my pet, but how did it feel to have people looking at you like that?"
