She stands shyly gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her limbs began to tremble slightly as she remembers that tonight is her first lesson. Since becoming her Masters sub, He has allowed her to progress at her own pace, but tonight was her first lesson. Master was her first and only, she had never ached to submit or felt this need to please as she does for Him. She dresses, wears her hair and make-up in ways that please Him. After se finished her bath, shaving everything soft and smooth, she rubbed baby oil gently into her skin. She brushed her dark hair until it fell into mahogany waves down to the middle of her back, Master adored her long hair. The minimal make-up that Master approved of consisted of dark lavender eye shadow, dark violet eyeliner and mascara finished with a soft lip gloss. She slipped Master's newest gift, a nightie, over her head, wriggling until it fit perfectly. One last look in the mirror to be certain that everything was perfect before stepping through the door.
She slips quietly into the room, gliding silently over the hardwood floor. The white lace of her short gown rustled just below her firm round ass, ample breasts bursting over the edge of the sweetheart neckline. Her tanned flesh glistening from the liberal baby oil she had just massaged into her skin. She knelt obediently at her Master's feet, back straight, head high, palms laid upon her tanned thighs.
He looks down at His beautiful sub, a wicked smile forming on his handsome face. He reaches a strong hand down, curls His strong fingers deep into her dark, curly locks, clenching tightly. He growls huskily, directing her to correct her posture, giving her hair an extra tug for good measure. She obeys instantly, trembling at His growl, speaking softly, but clearly "Yes Master, of course". Readjusting slightly, certain to keep her shoulders back, her ample breasts thrust forward for Him to admire. He grunted His approval as He reached His other hand down to cup one breast, giving her hardening nipple a gentle tug. She never uttered a sound or moved a muscle and her Master smiled with pleasure as He gripped, squeezed and tugged harder.
Master leaned back in His chair, His eyes drifting possessively over His slut. She had not moved a muscle for the last hour and He knew that her knees were probably tender by now. He would reach out occasionally to slap her breasts, chuckling, aware of the sting. Watching such a fine sub awaiting His every command began to stir His lust, His cock began to harden. He called to her "Slut, come to Me". Rising slowly, she moved to stand directly before Him, turning in a slow circle, allowing Him to admire His property. At His nod, she knelt between His knees, her hands clasped behind her back, breasts thrust forward. His glance down at His ever growing cock was her only direction and her small hands moved to work at His zipper. Hands working feverishly, teeth biting into her soft lip, eager to please her Master. Gasping as His massive cock was set free, trembling anxiously as she starts to lean over, soft mouth open and waiting.
