She Taes a Ris

She sits on the sofa waiting for the door handle to turn. She covers her curves with his blanket, self-confidence used to be a major issue for her, but not anymore, now she wears nothing for him. She can smell him around her and nervously she wonders how he will react when he realises she is finally there in his home? Unexpected and waiting, watching for him; ready to be his woman, owned, possessed and treasured.

She thinks back through her life, analysing how far she has come. From being abused by others in so many ways, reaching depths of low morale and self-confidence, she has bloomed into a flower which is waiting for the touch of the early morning sun rays. He has changed her.

It had been painful and at times she felt that they would never get together for real. But her need to be mastered by a true man, not one that treated her like a skivvy, was too strong. Her Master had shown her, reassured her, that not all men were the same. He knows only too well the effects of mental and physical abuse on a woman and does not tolerate wannabe masters at all.

So she has given herself up to his protection, care and love. Being his in a virtual world for so long; they have gone through hell and heaven. They have reached a togetherness that she had never thought possible, a completion and joining of souls. Yes she has seen him on camera and he has reached out to her and brought her from the depths of despair and loneliness. He has supported her through her change from a dying seedling to budding flower and now is the time for his flower to bloom into pure beauty and feel the breeze on her face and the touch of rain on her petals.

It seems like she has desired him in every way possible forever; frustrated at the physical distance between them. She has craved, yearned and desperately needed to be with him. But her circumstances would never allow, until now. Gone are the days of hearing him talk to himself while he types an instant message; gone are the moments when she has to release her lust and passion for him via a camera. She smiles to herself, now HE can take the pictures and videos if he so wishes!

Although tired from her journey across the ocean, she feels invigorated. She knows and recognises this feeling; it is how she always feels whenever she is with him. Anticipation and excitement has never been an issue between them; they match on most levels but will they match physically?

She reaches over to the bowl of hot soapy water and hopes it hasn't turned tepid. His towel is ready and she has her own foot lotion on standby. Smiling to herself, she remembers that he always said that she would be allowed to remove his shoes at the end of his working day. She has ordered them a pepperoni pizza and at her side is a bottle of wine and two glasses. She fidgets nervously, unsure about being here, not certain if he will approve, questioning her risky decision.

The look on his face will speak reams to her as she is astute at reading body language. She wonders if she will see her Master, expecting her to kneel for inspection? Or will she see her lover and be crushed into his arms in pure passion and love? She wants so much to show him her love and respect; how deeply she adores her soulmate, her Lord, that man that has touched her heart in so many ways. She wants to submit her whole self and her world to him, knowing that he desires that, needs it and deserves it.

She sips her wine a little, willing her heart to calm, then reaches over and puts on some calming music. Settling down again she shivers; it's cold tonight, or is it just the simmering passion enhancing her inner senses? She pulls his blanket over her body tighter and sighs, letting her mind sink into a dreamy state. Her thoughts start to wander; will she be allowed to touch and kiss that tender cock tip that she has yearned for for so long? Or will she be ordered her to leave?

She needs company, close company, from someone who understands her and isn't afraid to let her be herself. She panics at the thought that he will not appreciate her initiative; a good submissive always asks permission, doesn't she? But he has always encouraged her to have a voice, as long as it's used with respect. But a voice isn't the same as initiative and he has to have control, he is Alpha through and through! Confusion stirs in her heart; should she leave or should she stay?

Finally, her mind is made up; nothing ventured nothing gained! At least she will get to see him in person once before any decision is finally made. Happy with her decision she smiles to herself, gently caressing her clit at the thought of being held, treasured and owned. She knows that she can be all that she wants to be for him and also who he wants her to be and more. This is her chance to shine and thrive within a man's loving care; something that she has lacked all her life and had always believed she didn't deserve until now. Her face flushes as her mind and fingers wander, but she stops short. That is not what good submissives do, they wait for their Master and his permission.

Her awareness senses him near and she hears a click of the door handle. She licks her fingers quick, removes the blanket and closes her eyes in anticipation. This is the moment, HER moment, HIS moment! How will he react to her being there?

Should I write a follow up??