This is a story straight from my imagination. Any correlation between the players in this story and actual people is purely coincidence. This story may not be duplicated or re-posted on another website or in any medium without the written consent of the author
Enjoy :)
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Arianna steps out of the shower and looks at the clock. 5:45pm. She has just enough time to get dressed and leave if she is to be on time as ordered, when the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello Pet, don't talk, just listen" his voice harsh and commanding. "I have instructions for you. As you arrive at my home this evening, you will find the door left open. Do not knock but take one step inside. Do not close the door behind you. I will be inspecting you. You are to be wearing only an overcoat and a pair of black high heels. As you step in the door, there is a coat rack immediately to your left. You will place your coat on that rack and kneel down with your head against the floor and your arms outstretched in front of you. I will be checking to insure that the plug has not been removed from your ass. And I will be able to tell. I will also be checking to see how wet you are and whether you have been masturbating or not. This too I will be able to tell. Do you understand all that I have told you pet?"
"Yes Master" is her reply *click* and the line goes dead.
Not knowing whether he can really tell if she has been playing with herself or the butt-plug or not, she is glad that she has done neither.
She runs a hand over her newly shaved pussy and grins at how wet she is. Since her wardrobe choices have been severely cut, she goes in search of her highest pair of black heels. They are 3" high, black paten-leather heels with a small strap that goes around her ankle. Not exactly what one would call "Cum Fuck Me Pumps" but they did make her legs very shapely when she wore them. And besides, they were her best pair, having never needed them for anything better than a formal business dinner party, at some swanky hotel.
After putting the shoes on, she stands to retrieve her coat. She can really feel the plug in ass even more now with the way she is forced to walk in the heels. The sensation it causes in her ass, send ripples to her clit and she feels her pussy moisten.
At exactly 6:55, she pulls up to the gate at the home of Dr. Jake Mathews DDS. Her new Master. Silently the gate opens and she drives up to the house.
"House really isn't the word for it" she thinks as she pulls up to a Southern Plantation style mansion. The kind that has 4 or 5 steps leading up to the front porch, and that porch raps all the way around the place. Not exactly the kind of place you would expect to find an evening of 'pain and pleasure', as Master put it.
She parks and steps out of her car feeling the plug with every step, she winces a bit as she ascends the stairs. She walks the few steps to the door, finding it ajar, she pushes it open and takes one step in, turns left and removes her coat and places it on the rack and then takes the ordered position on her knees with her head pressed to the highly polished hardwood floor.
He has been expecting her. He watches every move she makes. From the moment she parked he could see her. Every movement, every expression that crossed her face, everything about her. Once she has gained the ordered position, he walks up behind her and checks the plug with one hand and her pussy with the other. Merely laying a finger on each. He smiles, "This is how you are to enter my home every time you are called to serve me here" and suddenly, with out warning, he pulls the plug out of her ass and begins a fast and hard spanking. Ten whacks to each cheek and her butt is a nice rosy red.
"Stay exactly as you are. I shall return in a moment" he says and walks a short distance to the wall, takes something off a hook and walks back to stand directly in front of Arianna.
"Kneel and place your hands behind your head." He commands and she does.
She can now see that what he has taken from the wall is a collar and leash, as he proceeds to place it around her neck and attach the leash.
"When you are here, you are to crawl unless told to do otherwise. Your training begins now." And with that he takes the end of the leash closes the door and guides her to a large room just off the main hallway a short distance from the door.
He stops as he enters the room allowing her to drink in the sheer, sensual splendor of the large bedroom.
It is a 40' by 30' room with 13' ceilings. The door is in the center of the south wall.
Flanked by two large freestanding wardrobes. In the very center of the room, under a skylight is the Whipping post. Tall enough to secure a 6' slave with just her toes touching the floor. In the center of the north wall is a large fireplace. The massive carved stone over mantel shading the hearth, in which a fire blazed.
Just to the east of the fireplace sits the Master's chair. A large wing backed overstuffed chair. On either side of the Master's chair are the cushions for slaves to kneel when necessary.
In front of the chair is a lamb's wool rug. Jewel-hued oriental rugs lay spread across the rest of the floor. Along the wall behind the Master's chair is the wet bar. Just to the west of the fireplace are the doors to the bath and bedroom.
Hanging from the ceiling at various points in the room, are chains, ropes and bondage slings. Along the walls are arranged different items of bondage furniture, horses, crosses, frames, and racks.
In the center of the east wall is the rack for whips, paddles and other flogging tools. The wardrobe to the east of the door is for the clothes the sub has on when they enter. The wardrobe to the west contains special clothing to fulfill any submissive fantasy, and some of the Masters own.