I am sitting in your living room sipping tea waiting for you to arrive home from work. I have been here for a while having brought a large number of items in my black bag and preparing your house for the evening entertainment.
I hear the door open and close and then your footsteps. As you enter your living room you see me and I can instantly read your face. First the panic that there is a man in your living room and then shock as you recognize that is me and that I am in your home. We have never met in person as we met and have gotten to know each other online. You have been my online sub for a bit over a year now and we have been talking about getting together "offline" for some time.
I am sitting comfortably in your chair, dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt that is neatly pressed. I have learned to read your face after countless hours of online chatting and can see it light up as you realize it is me and you start to come towards me lifting your arms for a hug.
Without returning your smile I stare at you, emotionless. "Kneel" I say firmly, watching you stop for a moment as you contemplate before dropping to your knees. I observe your posture for a moment as I get up to walk around you, letting you squirm inside.
Impressed with your posture and the fact that you have not moved as I walked around you. I finally say "Good girl" letting you soak in the praise for a moment then "Look at me" my words firm as I stare into your eyes, I watch your eyes lift to mine. "Who loves you?" I ask.
I see you smile as you answer, "You do." Your eyes following my hands as I pull a wooden rod from my rear pocket and instruct you to lift your hands, palm up.
Watching your face drop as your eyes shift to the floor and you lift your hands as directed. "Did I tell you to lower your eyes?" watching your eyes quickly come up to mine. 'SLAP!' I strike the palms of your hands over and over until your hands glow red, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.
I place the rod in your hands and ask once again who loves you. You are staring into my eyes still as you respond, "You do, Sir."
"Much better" I tell you with a softer tone. I leave the rod sitting in your hands as I return to the chair and take a seat. Staring into your eyes again,
"Who owns you?" I ask and you immediately respond, respond "You do Sir."
"Do you love me?" I ask, and your face lights up as you respond, "Yes Sir."
"Do you trust me?" I ask, and you respond quickly, "Yes Sir".
I instruct you to rise and to bring me the rod and I place it in a large black bag sitting next to the chair. Staring into your eyes "Strip" I tell you simply and I watch as you quickly shed your clothes dropping them to the floor until you are standing before me wearing nothing but the day collar I had gifted to you. One hand over your breasts, the other over your pussy, and your face bright red as you stand in place.
I frown at you and give you your next instruction, "On your hands and knees" I watch your face lose its glow as you drop to your hands and knees. "Come here" I tell you and watch as you crawl across the floor to me. I move you into a position in front of me so I have access to your ass without having to reach far.
I reach into my bag, not saying anything as I notice you watching me pull out a large wooden paddle. I rub your ass with it for a bit, still silent, just rubbing small slow circles on your ass. Then suddenly 'Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!' striking your ass firmly before I stop and rub it again as I hear you softly say, "Thank you Sir" causing me to smile.
I proceed to give you another 20 paddles, with you thanking me each time before I sit back in my chair. "Is that how I expect you to treat your clothing?" and you promptly respond no Sir. "Now go fix it" I tell you sternly. I am somewhat surprised that you crawl across the floor rather than walk. You gather your clothing, fold them neatly, and crawl with them placing them neatly on the coffee table before crawling back to me.
As you return to me, I reach down and lift you onto my lap. I kiss you and hold you close. "How was work?" I ask. You tell me about your day as I cuddle with you, touch you, and kiss you. We chat comfortably for a bit. We easily fall into conversation, just like we do many days, with the difference being we are not staring into a screen.
Suddenly I grab your hair firmly, turn your head to mine, kiss you roughly, my tongue shoving into your mouth and dominating it. I pull away, still holding you by your hair, holding your face a few inches from mine, and staring into your eyes "Is my girl ready to go play now?" I ask.
You try to nod your head as you respond "Yes Sir". I reach up and remove your day collar, setting it on a table near me. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a thick brown leather collar with a silver ring on it. I place it on your neck, tightening it firmly in place. I then reach in and bring out matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and place them on you gently.