I stood in front of the bed smiling, slightly shaking my head as I shot a half-hearted glare in his direction. The choice of outfit for the evening was laid out before me, my Master's choice that is. He cryptically mentioned that I would be given many opportunities tonight to make my own choices, but what I wore remained his.
I sat down to slide the pantyhose up my legs, ensuring everything was in the right place. Stepping into the little black dress, feeling far more flimsy than I would have liked, thin straps loosely resting on my shoulders. Matching black heels slid easily onto my nylon covered feet, instantly feeling the tension in my legs as they lifted me into the air. He had 'forgotten' to provide me with a bra, the light fabric already gently teasing my nipples.
As I ran my hands over the dress, smoothing it against my skin, I felt Master behind me, firmly gripping my waist. My heart quickened, feeling his breath on my neck, tiny moans escaping me as I was enveloped by his touch. Gentle kisses along my neck had me instantly leaning into him, my body responding to his affection. My dress tightened as he zipped me in for the evening, knowing he'd be the one to take me out of it as well.
Turned around, my chin in his hand, I stared into his eyes while he smiled. It didn't take long for him to put me in this state, claiming me, demanding without words my utter devotion. He had been and was many things to me in life: boyfriend, lover, friend, annoyance, pain in the ass!, and support. But not tonight. Tonight, moments like this, moments where he held me in the palm of his hand, direction my every whim, consumed all aspects of my mind, he was only one thing.
Master
At first we had both giggled at the word, laughing, casually throwing it back and forth. But as we delved deeper into our dynamic, realising what it meant for both of us, the word Master held weight. I could feel it leaving my mouth, the lingering effects it left on my tongue, the tingling sensation that spread through my body hearing it come from my lips. Tonight, as I felt the necklace he gave me adorn my neck, the collar I happily wore when leaving the safety of our apartment, I wanted nothing more than to be his. His good girl. His submissive.
Master smiled, always recognising the change in me, the moment I slowly fell under his control. Through the sass, brattiness, glares, and fits I threw his way, he always knew that I would do as I was told, that I would behave. I knew that at any moment I could stop this dynamic, use my one word to regain control. But I too realised something deep inside of me long ago, recognising these moments for what they truly were for me.
I didn't want control.
I wanted his touch, his direction, his stern commands pushing me to and fro. Through humiliation, discipline, pleasure, pain, love, torment, teasing, and anything else his wondrous mind came up with, I happily submitted. I knew he only wanted to make me happy, to feed that side of myself. My head in his hands, as well as my trust, I simply fell into that control. That dominance he so easily held over me.
Leaning down, removing me from the trance I was in, Master kissed me deeply, forcing a moan from my lips. Pulling away, smiling as he took in the sight of me, he took my hand, leading me out for the evening. I blushed as we walked towards the restaurant, feeling every breeze in my little dress. The air thankfully was quite warm, but it didn't stop my nipples from betraying my excitement. I blushed as we were seated outside, knowing I was on display, the subtle glances my direction. But as he took my hands over the table, staring into my eyes, I simply didn't care.
All through dinner and the walk home my legs shifted and rubbed together, the subtle ache in my pussy never leaving my mind. I knew as we entered the apartment my panties would be soaked, would soon whimper as his fingers explored his good girl, running through the proof of my excitement from the evening. Standing at the door, held against him as he stared down into my big, eager, pleading eyes, I desperately hoped he tore me out of this dress that instant.
Master, however, was rarely predictable, instead leading me by the hand to our balcony. Confused, softly growling from not getting my wish, he gently placed both my hands on the railing, feeling the warm evening air around me. We were high enough up that the breeze was constant, lightly teasing my light dress, fabric slightly billowing in the wind. Pushing against me, lips once again tracing the side of my neck, I leaned into Master for support, whimpering from his teasing.
Feeling my necklace removed, heart beating as it was replaced by my metal collar. Thin, beautiful, perfectly fitting around my neck, the undisputed sign of my devotion to him. Hearing that subtle click as it fell into place, the familiar weight against my neck, feeling myself fall further under his control. Moving to my ear, a teasing bite to get my attention, he whispered in that deep, melodic voice of his.
Do you want to cum, baby girl?
Not looking back, barely able to breathe let alone talk, I nodded. Master responded, kissing my cheek, taking off my jewelry. I readied the dress to come off next, but he simply left, hearing the sliding door close behind me. Scowling, my body screaming at me to be used, played with, I glanced over my shoulder. Not daring to move, I saw him casually moving about the apartment, giving no indication of returning!
Pouting, I decided then and there when he returned my answer would be no. How dare he leave me out here! Exposed, the breeze constantly teasing my nipples, the dress threatening to fly off me it seemed. Yet, I stayed, hands on the railing, feet slightly apart in my heels, and I waited. After a few minutes Master returned, his hands exploring me in all the ways I loved, forcing tiny involuntary noises to escape me. Once again, his breath hot in my ear, he whispered.
Do you want to cum, baby girl?
My earlier defiance forgotten, stolen by his touch, I once again nodded, whimpering softly as he slowly slid off my heels. A gentle pat on my ass, I was left yet again in the open air, my every thought focusing on the ache between my legs. I shifted back and forth, nylons thighs rubbing together, wanting nothing more than to be bent over that railing and fucked. My wish once again denied, left to suffer through the mind games that Master had in store for me.
Another visit, another whisper, another nod. This time it cost me my pantyhose, ever so slowly sliding them down my legs. Delicately, Master ran his hands up my bare skin, evoking shivers out of my body. The warm air on my legs felt amazing, and in no way was helping with my excitement. A kiss on the cheek, a loving spank on my ass, and the door closed once more. Once again left on my own with my desperate need to be played with. To be fucked.
My heart thumped in my chest as he returned, knowing my options for clothing were slowly diminishing. Those wonderful hands rubbed and gripped me all over, sinking into his touch as I moaned. Master's fingers found my panties, completely soaked from the evening, each stroke forcing a whimper from my lips, my horny and desperate mind consuming every thought I had. Gently rubbing my clit from outside my panties, I knew his question was coming. I knew what he would take, and I knew I would say yes.
Do you want to cum, baby girl?
