Finally we arranged to meet, after speaking so many times on the phone. As you drive up to the address you were given, you can feel a dampness seeping from you. You have been living this moment for weeks, ever since the first time I brought it up. And your pussy reacts as it does every time you have heard my voice. You almost feeling like pulling over and masturbating - just to relax yourself. But you remember my instructions - "Absolutely no cumming the week before our encounter. I want you to ache - to ache for days."
It was twice as bad since you were forced to please me on the phone. I made you talk about your wet pussy; I made you tease it for hours. All while you were forced to hear me cum and cum again. But you never obtained the release. You never were able to end the sweet torture.
And now you know your turn has come - or so you hope. In fact you have no idea what awaits you. You look at your attire ... "wear no panties ... only a short skirt. And wear a simple shirt, nothing you actually care for. No bra."
You remember telling me that you were nervous - that sometimes you felt guilty and ashamed after, that your pussy and your mind did not agree at all times. I've done my best to help you through it. We have been working on it and you have progressed nicely. You have begin to understand that your body's cravings are nothing to be ashamed of. They are to be welcomed. I know that you need to be held after - to be cuddled some. And as your Master, I have attempted to give you what you need. I control you - but I care for you; I want to help you.
You park the car in the lot - at a sole standing apartment building. You take a deep breath and walk towards the number you have been given, 4D. You approach the door and prepare to knock - you breath coming harder and harder, your pussy seeping more and more. You almost moan with each step - sending shocks throughout you as your movement slightly rubs your full lips and aching clit. You swallow once - the contradiction of fear and excitement almost overpowers you.
KNOCK KNOCK
You hear a voice from within, "enter." You open the unlocked door and walk inside - a hallway stretches before you. You see a door on your left side slightly cracked and the voice continues to instruct you ... "walk to the second door on the right and enter ... lay face down on the bed and close your eyes ... I shall be there shortly." You almost protest, wanting to first speak, to first see me, but you know I have been strict with you. And your body begins to obey before your mind ever even has a chance to question my instructions.
You walk into the room. Looking around, you see a fairly well sized room, a bathroom connected on the left. In the middle is a king size bed. You notice a chest placed next to the bed - and you remember our conversations on the food. "Next to my bed are my toys - someday you will feel their sting and soft touch." You swallow again with slight trepidation, and yet a slight moan escapes your lips as you feel an increased wetness. Walking forward, as command you lie forward on the bed and close your eyes. Without your sight, your hearing is your only sense. You think you hear the soft steps of someone enter the room. Then you hear my voice ...
"Alright sara (my nickname I cam up for you based on your handle) .... you may not open your eyes. You will do as you are told as we discussed. Now, continue to lie face down. Is that understood?"
"Yes s-s-sir,"you stammer. Your training on the phone has taught you how to address me.
You feel me come close, my presence towering over you. You feel my hands on your hair - my first touch sending shocks throughout you. Slowly, I place something over your eyes - you can only assume it is a blindfold. "Now my dear - your night of teasing and pleasure begins." You feel your hands softly and yet firmly grasped, and then the familiar feel of something being looped around each wrist. It is a soft feel, almost comforting - and then you feel your arms pulled tight upwards. Apparently you have been tethered to the bed. Your ankles receive the same treatment. "Oh god ..." you think, "I cannot believe I am giving up so much control to him ..." All that escapes your lips is a slight whimper. "I knew you would enjoy this," you hear me respond.
