Joanne came in from a long hard day at work. Checking the answering machine on the phone as she walked in the door, she noticed the light blinking and saw that there was one message. Kicking off her shoes, she pressed the play button.
Upon hearing the recorded voice, she stiffened. This wasn't what she expected to hear. Turning quickly, she rewound the message and listened again, carefully.
"Welcome home, My little pet. I have booked a table for U/us at Chez Nous tonight, where W/we will be having dinner T/together. You will follow My instructions to the letter in preparing yourself to attend. I know My good little girl will do exactly as she is told. Now, go into your bedroom and call Me from your mobile."
Rewinding the message and resetting the answering machine, Joanne moved to do as her Master had bidden her. She dialled His number.
"May joanne greet You, Master Anthony?"
"Good girl. I am pleased to see you follow instructions so well. Yes you may greet Me."
"Good evening Master, how may this one serve You, please?"
"You are to prepare yourself to be inspected. I want you to shave your sweet mound and lips. When you have done that, send Me a picture message of your silky skin, thus informing Me you have followed my instructions, after which you will place your mobile phone between your shaven lips. I will then call you with further information. By the way, you have an hour to be ready and at My side." The line went dead.
Mentally noting the time on her watch, Joanne hurried into the en suite and turned on the shower. Peeling off her work clothes, she dived under the spears of warm water, snatching up the soap and lathering her downy triangle. Picking up her lady shaver, she began stripping the soft curls away from her flesh at the apex of her thighs, gently stroking. After closely shaving her mound of Venus, she dipped the razor between her luscious petals, caressing the down from them as well. Stepping from the shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and took up her mobile phone. Positioning the cam on the phone to the best advantage, she captured the smooth perfection of her mons and petals, sending the image to her Master and placing the phone between her lips as instructed.
Leaning her head against the en suite door, she counted the seconds. The mobile rang and its vibrations sent electric shocks tingling through her body.
"Yes, Master Anthony?"
"Well done joanne, I am most pleased. Now, my sexy little one, go into your bedroom and put on the clothes I took the liberty of laying out for you earlier in the day when I dropped in. Once you are dressed in these clothes, you will go downstairs, where a car will be waiting for you to bring you to Me. I shall see you in no more than half an hour. Should you be late, you will be punished."
He clicked off His phone and she gasped. Scuttling back into the bedroom, she saw on the bed the clothes which she had not noticed earlier. Bending over to pick up the suspender belt, she clipped it around her waist and, sitting on the edge of the bed, smoothed the sheer black stockings up her legs and clipped them to the belt. Slipping the black and red garter over her foot, she eased it up until it encircled her right thigh. Quickly searching, she noted there were no panties or bra. She lithely wriggled into the short black leather skirt, zipping it up at the waist. Then, lifting her arms, she shimmied the leather halter top down over her head, making sure the firm erect rosebuds of her nipples were centred in each of their special holes. Shrugging on the leather jacket at the foot of the bed, she stepped into her two inch black leather heels and quickly pulled a brush through her long, fine locks, leaving them swirling loosely around her shoulders in the way Master Anthony prefers. Leaning over the hand basin in the en suite, she stroked a smear of deep red lipstick over her full, pouting mouth.
She pocketed her mobile phone and, clattering down the stairs in her heels, snatched up her black evening bag and keys. Hurrying down the hall and out the door, she turned to lock it behind her then glided down the garden path to the black Ford sedan waiting at the gate. She slipped into the back seat and clipped her belt. The driver was separated from her by a smoked glass panel.
Her phone rang and she jumped. This was a call she was not expecting.
"Well done little one, I am most impressed. It seems you can be ready in a shorter space of time than most of your sex, although I must admit you do have some motivation. Now, joanne, when you arrive where I am, you are to be ready for Me to take My pleasure with you. See you soon, kitten."
Blushing, she slid the phone into her evening bag and settled back against the seats of the car, watching the houses flash past outside. Fluttering her eyelids closed, she felt her nipples hardening against the leather jacket, thinking of her Master's last comments. Just thinking about Him taking His pleasure with her filled her stomach with a fluttery feeling and her soft inner petals felt instantly juicy with creeping desire. Her thoughts were disturbed once more by the phone.
"In order to help you prepare yourself for Me to take my pleasure, there is something I want you to do."
"Yes, Master Anthony?"
"CUM JOANNE!! CUM ON MY COCK!"
The call ended as she collapsed in the seat belt, a whimpering, quivering mass, the inside of her leather skirt coated with the honey which was now copiously flowing from her treasure trove.
Suddenly the big car slowed to a stop. The hum of a motor was heard and the smoked glass panel separating Joanne from the driver slid down. Joanne held her breath. Her training was such that, beyond a gasp of astonishment, she showed no hint of surprise when the driver turned and spoke to her.
"Good evening My joanne. You have very much pleased your Master with your obedience thus far. Now let Me see if your obedience is to be continued. I want you to take off your skirt, little one."
Fingers fumbling at her side, Joanne searched for the zipper which would release her skirt. Raising her hips from the upholstery, she wriggled the skirt down around her knees, letting it slip to the floor of the car where she kicked it off her feet. Settling back down, she relished the feel of herself sitting bare-arsed on the sumptuous leather seating below her. Master Anthony, seeing her wriggle of pleasure, grinned at her.
"My little sub obviously likes the feel of leather on her sweet little tushy."
His insinuating tone brought the heat of a blush to stain her porcelain cheeks. He knows this one so well, she thought to herself. The leather was teasingly cool against her warm flesh, tantalising her. The ache to feel it caressing other parts of her body was nearly unbearable.
"Patience, little one, there is plenty of time. Here, put this on, kitten. Once it is on, you may not even ATTEMPT to peek. Should you do so, your punishment will be severe. By now you will have guessed W/we are not going to Chez Nous for dinner. All will be revealed a little later."
Joanne took the silk blindfold from Master Anthony's hand and tied it over her eyes, fastening it at the back with a flat knot. She felt the car move forward again and began wondering mentally where He was taking her. Before long, it drew to a halt again and she was aware of the driver's door opening, before feeling her seat belt unclipped and a hand under her arm, escorting her from the car and leading her into a house nearby. The chill of the winter air raised goosebumps on the exposed flesh of her backside and she heard her Master's knowing chuckle as she twisted her shoulders to stop her swelling, cold nipples from brushing against her leather jacket.
He let Himself into the house, Joanne following one step behind Him. He pushed the door and she heard it click shut. Taking her hand, He led her along the hall into what seemed to be a large, airy, warm room. Guiding her steps, Master Anthony stopped her before a large marble bench.
"Lay down on here, My sweet sub, and spread your legs. But first ......"
Master moved His hands to the shoulders of Joanne's jacket, pushing it off her and letting it fall to the ground with a whooshing sound before easing her, front side down, against the chill marble slab. She jumped as her nipples contacted the icy stone, and Master laughed, knowing how sensitive her rosy peaks were when they were chilled.
"It seems My horny sub liked the feel of leather against her bare arse in the car. Perhaps then she will like this."
Her hearing strained as she listened to Master Anthony's movements around her. Joanne tensed as she felt the flogger's touch, shivering with anticipation as He trailed it down her back from her hairline, its leather tongues licking at her creamy cheeks. A soft sigh of pleasure bubbled up from her lips when she heard the gentle swish as Master swung the thong in the air and she felt the tingling in her tushy as He pinkened her pale flesh. Joanne whimpered with delight as she heard the second swish, the warmth of the marks flooded through her body and she felt herself becoming dewy.
"Do you think you have pleased Me enough to deserve a treat, joanne?"
"Master Anthony, this one has tried her best to please You and obey Your commands."
