It was raining outside. Sandra pulled up to the house, and turned off her car. She stopped to think a moment, to gather her thoughts. Then she got out and walked up the drive way, the wind was cold and blowing, trying to lift the hem of her coat, so she hurried. She paused again when she got to the door, nervous. This was going to be her first time, and this would also be the first time she would meet Him. Granted she had known Him for years in chat, but had never met Him in person.
She took a deep breath and took the key down. It was hidden on top of the porch light like He said it would be. She opened the door and walked in. She was surprised to see that the room was empty. And so was the whole house. On the floor she saw a trail of rosebuds leading to a table. On the table was a note. In flowing script, it said:
"I'm not here but I will be back soon, make you self comfortable..."
She looked around, from the roaring fireplace to the comfortable leather chairs and couch, to the glass coffee table. She moved to one of the chairs and sat, wishing that He was here. And she was ready too. She had worn the red silk panties and the black silk bra He had sent her for Christmas, and over it, nothing but a trench coat, just as He had requested. She opened her coat but didn't take it off.
Hmm. She was nervous, but so looking forward to tonight. Finally to give up control, and to the one she most wanted to control her... Closing her eyes, and purring softly, she found her hands running down her tummy to her panties, smiling guiltily and thinking of the night to come. She slowly began to rub herself , through the tight, thin silk of her panties. Moaning softly, she increased her pace, rubbing faster and faster as her other hand went to her breast, caressing it. Moaning, she imagined Him doing this for her, her Master. She felt her climax building, her fingers rubbing fast, her other hand on her right breast, squeezing, and her other hand on her left playing with her nipple in such a way that she... She gasped realizing that there were to many hands she stopped and opened her eyes and looking up, saw... Master. Seeing her noticing Him, His hand replaced hers on her crotch, rubbing fast and hard. She gasped again and moaned, slowly. He instinctively knew just how to do it, how she liked it, and He brought her to the very verge of orgasm... and stopped.
Stepping around her, He said his first words so far, "Hello there sandra."
Groaning, she fought to her feet, the wetness in her panties and the smell of her own heat driving her mad. "Hi!"
He gave her a soft hug, kissing her deeply. She felt the heat in her crotch burning again as He slipped His tongue into her mouth and caressed her own with it, teasing her, as His hands removed her coat. Caressing her hair, slowly, then her back, then her ass... He picked her right up, she quickly wrapped her legs around His waist as He held her up, hands on her ass and carried her to the next room.
She saw it, dark, lit only by several candles and He lay her on the bed, she saw it was a four poster with crimson velvet drapes and covered with red rose petals. He set her down. He said. "I've waited for so long." Then the softness, though not the warmth, drained form His voice and He said, "Stand." She gulped nervously and stood. She had asked for this. She had offered to be His slave, and He had called her on it and she had still come. Now she was helpless and bound to reap the fruit of her promise to this powerful Man. "Are you excited?"
His words interrupted her reverie and she said, "yes," in a tiny voice, scared, yet also incredibly turned on.
