Jamal had been running his own business for over twelve years now, and his home reflected his success. He lived in a four bedroom house with a three acre plot. He had his own personal garage in the old barn at the back of the house. He was restoring a 1967 Ford Mustang GT. The other outhouse, he had kitted out as a playroom, and added a basement. He had turned the basement into a dungeon. He took his girls there when they needed to be punished, or if he was feeling particularly sadistic. Mostly the playroom was sufficient for training.
Amy was both excited and scared at the prospect of moving in with Jamal. She had only had one session with him, and knew he was a demanding man. Her mind raced as she dreamt up different scenarios of what he would do to her, or what he would make her do. Jamal had loaned her a car until hers was repaired, and had pre-programmed the GPS with his address.
Amy had had to go home first, to gather her belongings, and to let her parents know that she was visiting a 'friend' in Florida for a few weeks. They accepted this lie readily. She had no idea what to bring so she had texted Jamal.
Good afternoon master. I was wondering what I should bring for my stay. Clothing etc. Xxxx your slut
Jamal had replied almost instantly.
Hello my sweet slut. I have been thinking about you all morning. You should bring about six evening outfits. They should be as revealing as possible. Nothing else. The rest will be supplied by me. I expect you within the hour.
Master
Amy's heart raced as she read the message. She thought it was odd that all he wanted her to bring was evening wear. She thought that he had overlooked underwear, and so decided to bring her sexiest lingerie. She threw all of her stuff in a holdall, and checked her watch. She only had twenty minutes to get to Jamal's house, and it was a half hour drive. She raced out the door and hit the road.
Jamal was busy preparing for his slut to arrive. He had deliberately told her to bring only evening wear, and chuckled to himself as she would probably think it was an oversight. He had meant it when he had told her that everything else would be provided for her. It was getting close to the time limit he had set, and he could feel his cock begin to grow as the minutes ticked away.
Amy arrived at Jamal's house at four minutes past the hour. She wondered how he would react to her tardiness. She hauled her bag out of the boot, and hustled to the front door. She rang the bell and waited patiently for her master.
Jamal greeted her like an old friend, for the benefit of the neighbours, who were always gossiping about someone. If only they knew. As soon as she was inside, he resumed his dominant role.
"You're late slut. Four minutes to be precise. I do not appreciate being made to wait. You will be punished for your lack of time keeping. Now come into the kitchen and empty the contents of your bag onto the counter. I want to inspect the items you've brought into my home" said Jamal.
"Yes master. Your slave apologises for her late arrival" said Amy meekly.
Jamal watched as she entered the kitchen and proceeded to dump her things onto the counter. He was right, she had brought underwear with her, along with makeup.
