I sat on an old leather couch at the far end of the barn as the young woman opened the door and stepped in. She was in her late teens or early twenties, was quite short, had dark long curly hair, a prominent nose and dark green eyes.
She looked around the barn before turning her attention to me. "Master Skinny?" she asked nervously. She had a slight north American accent.
She had used my nickname from the online forum where we had met so I decided to follow her lead. "Yes," I replied, "and you must be Kinky girl 2004?"
She gave me a small, relieved smile, nodded her head, took a few tentative steps towards me and began to undress.
I smiled to myself. I'd given her very specific instructions on what she should wear for our first meeting so was pleased to see she'd followed them precisely. This was a good start.
She slipped off her white shirt, carefully folded it and placed it on the table next to her. After unclipping her bra, she slipped the straps off her shoulders, then hesitantly pulled the bra down and placed it on the table next to the shirt. She made no attempt to cover her breasts, which were nicely shaped, not overly large with dark pink nipples and showed all the perkiness of youth.
She then lent down and began to untie her trainers before she slipped them and her socks off her feet. She then unbuttoned her denim shorts and after undoing the zipper she slipped her hands inside the waistband, but before she could begin to push the shorts down over her hips I said, "Stop! Turn around, then take them off."
She turned around slowly, then began to wiggle the shorts down over her hips. As she pushed them down she revealed a pair of white cotton panties. When the shorts where about halfway down over her bum she looked at me over her shoulder.
"Keep going," I said.
She eased her shorts further down over her backside until gravity kicked in and they slid down her legs to her feet. She continued looking at me over her shoulder.
"Pick up your shorts and put them on the table."
She stepped out of her shorts and keeping her legs straight she bent forward at the waist to pick up the shorts. As she did so I saw the outline of her panty covered pussy nestled between her ass cheeks. My cock twitched a little in my trousers in response. Once she'd picked up the shorts she placed them on the table.
"Turn around and come here," I said.
She turned around and took a couple of steps towards me before she knelt in front of me her legs slightly apart, her hands on her thighs, palms turned upwards. She lowered her head to look at my feet.
"I am here to please you Sir," she said.
"I am pleased to hear that."
She looked at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. She had told me what she looked like, but I had never seen a picture of her, therefore I was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. She was pretty in a 'girl next door' sort of way but as she knelt topless in front of me her vulnerability made her look stunningly beautiful.
I smiled at her and picked up the black leather collar I had made especially for her from the couch next to me and stood up. "Are you ready to be collared?"
"Yes Sir."
"Do you understand and accept what that means? That as long as we are in this barn I own you completely. That I am free to do what I want to you? If you have any doubts now is the time to tell me because once I place this collar on you, you're mine." I emphasised the word 'mine'.
"I understand and accept what the collar means Sir. I am here to please you."
"Good. You told me you wanted 'orange' as your safe word, is that right?"
"Yes Sir"
"Ok. Lift your hair away from your neck."
As she lifted up her hair, I leant down and placed the collar round her neck, then reached behind her and secured it. As she let go of her hair I noticed she briefly dragged her fingertips over the collar before she returned her hands to her thighs.
Once she had settled her hands, I said "From now onwards you call me Master, is that clear?" As I said this I reached down and brush my thumbs over her nipples, then tweaked them gently.
She bit her lip and sighed. "Oh... Yes Sir... opps I mean Master."
"I'll let that mistake go this time. Next time I won't be so generous." To emphasis the point I pinched her nipples harder.
"Urgh..."
I pinched and pulled at her nipples for few seconds, feeling them go hard, before I gave them one last long pull and released them.
"Inspection slave," I said.
Immediately I said this she stood up, and placed her hands behind her head, her feet shoulder width apart. She looked straight ahead, her eyes focussing on the back wall of the barn. Along with the instructions on what she should wear I had also told her to memorise a number of slave positions. 'Inspection' was one of them and I was pleased she had instantly known what I meant when I said it.
I slowly walked around her, admiring her body. Her tummy, legs and arms were well toned, and I could see the faint outline of the muscles under her skin. I could tell she worked out.
"You said on the forum you do martial arts. Do you also go to the gym slave?"
"No Master I don't go to the gym. Just martial arts, and some running and dancing to keep fit."
"I'll remember that. Perhaps I'll have you dance for me later."