She watched the clock on the wall. Almost time to leave. Just 10 more minutes. She rearranged the stapler again on her desk. Nervous. So nervous since the sms came through. It was a simple message, but she knew what it meant.
"Tonight."
She shivered. This had been planed a few weeks ago. She knew where what it meant and where to go. So many emotions ran through her. Anticipation, nervousness, Fear... She ran her hands nervously through her short brown hair and glanced at the clock. Why is it moving so slowly? The stapler was moved again and then she stopped.
The ring on her left hand caught her eye. She closed her eyes. He was her life. She slowly removed her wedding ring and put it in her handbag quickly, before she changed her mind. A small sigh escaped her lips and she glanced at the clock. Time to go. She pushed back her chair and stood. She could not be called slim; Marriage and kids had made her soft around the edges, but had left her with rather large breasts. Brown eyes stared out from her round face.
She took her cell phone out and punched the send button. She had typed and deleted then re-typed the sms message over and over. It had to be perfect, had to leave no doubt, no question.
"Issues with the stock. Need to help with the stock take. No signal in the store room. Not sure when I will be done. Call you when I leave. Love you lots."
She stared at the screen. Message sent, it said. She waited and jumped when her cell beeped. Incoming message. Her hands were shacking. She pressed a button to read.
"Fine darling. Will take care of the kids. Good luck. Love you too."
She put her cell in her handbag and again ran her hand through her hair. She straightened her back. No turning back. She walked past her colleagues and smiled saying her goodbyes. They all thought she was going home. None were the wiser. She walked down the stairs and towards the parking lot. The walk seemed to take longer than usual. She bit her lip. Afraid, she felt so afraid right now. There was no turning back. She wanted this. She wanted this with him.
The key turned easily and she opened the door to her little car. She got in and closed the door. The realisation of what she was about to do hit her. She loved her husband very much, but this was for her. Only for her. She started the car and drove out the parking heading towards his house. And then she was pulling into the drive way.
She climbed out the car. He was standing at the door dressed in dark blue jeans and a plain t-shirt. Not the body of a bodybuilder, but to her he was attractive. She felt herself go wet between her legs. He turned and walked into the house not saying a word. She followed, shaking in both anticipation and fear. The entrance hall was empty. No furniture. Just horrible blue carpets.
"In here." His voice came from the passage way to the right.
She turned and with trepidation she walked towards his voice. He was standing at the door of one of the rooms, a small smile playing at his lips. Turning he walked in the room and she knew she had to follow. The table caught her eye first and she gasped. Her legs went weak. It was a square wooden table. Cold, steal manacles were attached and waiting. For her. One for her neck and one for each wrist.
He leaned against the table, arms at his side. Patiently waiting. She noticed ropes dangling down to his other side and followed them up. They were attached to the ceiling on thick, strong looking hooks. She shivered and felt her panty become wet as her juices seeped past the lips. This would be her first time. An evolution on her sexual needs. She was afraid, but wanted this desperately. Her body shook and she looked down, then the other things in the room caught her eye.
Neatly spaced out on the floor was numerus items, some of which she recognised and others not. A black, three leather whip lay neatly curled, then a long, thin steel bar with fastenings on the end, a ball gag, black blindfold and other items she did not know or understand the use. Yet. He moved away from the table towards the door. She wanted to run. The door closed and she jumped. No turning back. He took her handbag away from her. She was afraid. He lifted her left hand and rubbed her bare, wedding-ring finger then moved to stand again by the table.
"Take your clothes off"
The words vibrated through her body and she quickly began to pull her plain, knitted top over her head.
"No!" She froze at the sound of his voice. "Slowly."
She obeyed and pulled her top slowly off. Her bra was a plain, skin-coloured cross over. It had to be plain. Fancy lace bras were difficult to find in her size. Next her plain, brown fabric pants. Her panty was black lace. It felt good against her skin. She looked at him and bit her lip, her hands going to the fastenings of her bra behind her.
"Stop." He said it so softly. She stopped.
He walked up to her and roughly shoved his hand between her legs. A grin played on his face as he felt her wet panty. Leaning in close to her he whispered in her ear.
"You are going to get so wet just now. More than now. You going to be begging me for more." He rubbed her pussy lips hard and she flinched. "From now on I want to hear 'yes Master'. Understand?" She nodded. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head roughly back. Tears of pain welled in her eyes. "I did not hear it."
"Yes...yes Master." She whispered and he pulled her head back harder. She gasped in pain and her hands came up to his arm trying to stop him from pulling harder.
"Louder." He snarled at her.
"Yes Master!" She said loudly and he let her go, then moved to stand a short distance from her. He smiled. She shivered and looked down. Master. That's what he was now.
"Better. Now take the rest off."
