It was supposed to have been so easy, so safe.
We had decided that our first meeting should take place in a public café that allowed for a certain amount of privacy, but nothing too intimate. I had arrived early, seating myself to have an unobstructed view of the entrance. Thoughts passed quickly as the time of our rendezvous had drawn near. Our eyes had locked together the moment he entered the room. A shiver passed through my body as his grayish blue eyes seemed to reach into the depths of my soul.
As he seated himself across from me I could no longer withstand the effects of his gaze, and I bowed my head. The meal passed in a blur, none of our conversation remembered.
When he began to rise from his chair, one word from his deep voice pierced the fog and sealed my fate, "Come."
Unable to resist and unwilling to deny my true nature I answered in the only way I could, "Yes, Sir."
Leaving the café, he opened the passenger door to his waiting car and I slid inside. "Thank you, Sir," I whispered.
The stern timber of his voice erased all thoughts of disobedience. "Sit, do not speak again."
Sitting with my hands clasped in my lap, my head lowered so as not to offend, the journey passed quickly. He parked in front of a house completely secluded by towering oaks and escorted me inside.
We stopped before a closed door and he turned to face me. "In this room you will find your wardrobe. Pick what you consider to be the appropriate attire and present yourself to me," and he walked away, knowing that his command would be obeyed.
Upon entering the room, I found myself surrounded by rows of beautiful clothing for every possible occasion. My eyes jumped from item to item, unable to decide until a shimmer of dark cloth drew my attention. Holding it before me I knew I had found the perfect item. Made of the deepest black, with blood red trim at the neck, arms, and hem. Unhesitatingly I removed my clothes and undergarments, my body bare of all restraints. The cool air causing an immediate and pleasurable reaction, my nipples hardened. The kimono slipped easily onto my shoulders and as the silk slid across my breasts a shiver passed through my body. Vanquishing the thought of my fingers playing across my now moist tingling cunt, for I must not delay.
Following in the direction he had taken, I passed beneath an archway and was confronted by a room whose walls were draped with erotic tapestries interwoven with pictures I knew well. Scenes from the Kama Sutra surrounded me in life-size clarity. A warm flush filling my body from seeing such open sexuality. Drawing my gaze away with difficulty I began to take in the rooms furnishings. Dominating the room was the largest bed I had ever imagined. In one corner a pile of pillows and fur-lined blankets lay upon the floor. Facing this corner was an oversized leather chair, and that is where He was seated.
Moving forward and stopping beside the chair, my body tensing, my eyes begging for approval. As he turned to look at me I involuntarily stepped backwards. His eyes and smile revealing pure wanton animal lust! Quick as the strike of a cobra his fingers had grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him and downwards. His grip drawing me to my knees between his legs, my head level with his chest.
Releasing my arm, his hand cupped beneath my chin and raised my head to meet his eyes. "You will remain kneeling on the cushions until you decide the direction of your collaring."
With that statement he rose and pushed back the chair, revealing two objects lying on the floor. The first was a long downy feather. I flinched as my attention focused on the second item, a riding crop. It was to be my choice; pleasure or pain, gentle or harsh.
My mind racing, I had not noticed my wrap had fallen open until a cool breeze fluttered across my bare skin. Afraid of offending, I left myself exposed to his view. Keeping my head lowered but raising my eyes, I was confronted with his reaction to my nudity. The distinct outline of his bulging cock through his pants filled my vision. As my pussy began to moisten, I wondered how long I would have to wait before he allowed me to feast upon the object I craved.
Sometime during the night I slept, my dreams seeming so real. The feel of firm strong hands massaging my flesh. Working my shoulders then skimming lightly over my breasts, barely touching my distended nipples. Flowing lower, across my belly and down my legs. Feeling pressure as the fingertips move to my inner thigh and spread me open. My hips pressing forward as a sweet caress glides over the swollen lips of my hungry pussy. The light pressure forcing a drop of sexual dew to moisten my crack and lubricate the imaginary fingers.
Quivering with desire, my body warming as if the sun......I awoke with a start, sunlight splashing across my naked body. My eyes focusing on a note beside the cushions telling me to bathe and dress myself, that he would return soon for my decision. Beside the note lay a surprise that brought my dream vividly to life. My shock turning to pleasure as I stared at the picture of Him kneeling beside my outstretched body, his fingers wet from my juices!
Waiting for his return had seemed like a lifetime, but finally the sound of his steps caused my body to react instantly to the thoughts of what my future held. Kneeling before the chair, hands clasped behind my back, eyes lowered in respect and fear. I dared not glance up at his approach and so I flinched when my hair was grasped from the back. The strength of his grip forcing my head back, my eyes forced to meet his. My body quivering as his free hand slid lightly across my exposed throat and ever downwards.
I had chosen the only attire that would show my willingness to succumb to his will, my complete nudity revealing my desire to give myself fully.
