They had been chatting online for a few weeks and the excitement had been building up inside her. Debbie was 35 and lived alone. All of her relationships had never lived up to what she wanted them to be and she felt lost and lonely. She craved a man who would take control and be forceful with her. Once she started to explore the internet, she realized that there were many others like her out there and many more men who took an interest in submissive women. When she placed an ad at a bondage website, she got many responses, but most of them were from pretenders who just wanted sex. But one response was from a Master who liked to train subs for his pleasure. He intrigued her so much that they began talking. Suddenly she realized that this was what she really wanted out of life. He was strong willed and controlling. He demand nude pix and erotic stories, he wanted to know everything about her life. She told him everything he wanted to know willingly. It warmed her inside to finally give in to her real nature and be the submissive she wanted to be. She craved only to please him and no one else, not even her own pleasure matter any more. She talked to no other Master, always waiting faithfully for her 'One' to come online. She longed to submit to him ever day.
As things had turned out, she did not live very far away from him. Less than an hours drive and there were lots of places to meet in between. So eventually they began to discuss it. What would happen if they met? What kind of things would do together? It was all very erotic and she felt herself get wet whenever her Master would talk to her and discuss meeting. When they talked online she would often masturbate wishing her Master was with her. Of course, she would tell her Master what she was doing and then she had to wait for permission to finally cum and get the release she longed for. She was a good slave only wanting to please her Master, but the best way to please was in person. They had exchanged pictures before and had a good idea of what each other looked like. She was 5'5" a little over weight with long sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was tall dark and handsome.
Finally, one day he wasn't online when she had been looking for him, so she sent an e-mailing begging for him to talk to her, to meet with her, to use her in anyway he saw fit. She was going to go insane without his touch or caress. It had been far too long since she had the touch of a man against her flesh. The next day there was the reply she had been waiting for all this time! It simply read: 'Paradise Night Club, Friday night at 9 PM. Make sure to look good; make up, perfume, lacy underwear and a slinky black dress. I will be there waiting for you. Despite your nervousness, you will find and approach me. You won't be able to resist. This is your one and only chance to prove your worth to me. Please don't let me down or I'll be forced to find someone else... Master. P.S. You are not allowed to masturbate or touch yourself in any sexual way between now and then.' In the few seconds it took to read the message she had grown completely wet. Friday was two days way! How could she stand the wait?! She thought. She looked for him online, but over the next two days he was no where to be found.
She followed his instructions to the letter, not wanting to displease him in anyway! She had resisted the urge to touch herself, trying to keep busy and not think about it. Friday night she worried and fretted hoping that she would look good enough for her Master. She showered and shaved, than spent over an hour in front of the mirror trying to get the make up just right. Dark eye shadow, ruby lips, and the subtle perfume she new what her Master wanted and she had to get it all just right. She knew what dress to wear, but she changed her mind about her underwear about a dozen times or more before finally settling on a pink lacy bra and matching thong. She was sure that her Master would be pleased with her choice. The black dress was easy, she had worn one in a pictures she had sent, so she knew exactly what she should wear.
Once she felt she was perfect, she got in the car and drove to the bar. She was on edge when she finally pulled up to the club. Her nerves were getting the best of her and her heart was racing. She had never met anyone this way before and certainly not a Master, someone she had promised herself to in both mind and body. Still she was getting excited and she could feel herself getting wetter by the minute as she walked inside. The atmosphere was dark as in most clubs. But this one had two levels to it. She took a seat near the dance floor where she would easily be seen. She looked around, but did not see him. However, with so many people there and many more coming in, it was hard to tell where he might be or if he was even there yet. A waitress came to her and she ordered a drink while she waited to find him or for him to find her.
Meanwhile, her Master had arrived ahead of her. This was nothing new to him, he had done this many times before with other women and it had always gone the same. No matter how much they wanted it, the first meeting was always nervous for them. They would sit alone or wander around waiting for him. This was the part he savored the most, watching her from afar like a lion stocking his prey. He drank her nervousness and fear like a fine wine. He sat on the upper level that over looked the dance floor making sure she would have a hard time seeing him, but he could still view her. He had to admit she did look good, even better than in her pictures and he liked the dress that she had chosen for him. It gave him an excellence view of her cleavage. He sat there watching her for nearly a half an hour before finally making his move. A waitress came by and he called her over.
"You see that woman down there in the black dress?" He asked her.
The waitress leaned in close to hear, the music was a bit loud. But he got an excellent view of her breasts and smile inwardly. "The one sitting alone?" She questioned.
"Yes, that's her," He pulled out a twenty dollar bill. "I want you to send her a drink. Something simple, like a rum & coke. Don't tell her who it is coming from. Simply tell her that her Master is watching over her. She'll understand. If you can do this for me than the rest of the money is yours."
"No problem," She said looking at over a 15 dollar tip with a big smile. She seemed use to strange request with big tips attached to them. But this wasn't the first time he had done this either and the waitress had noticed him in here before.
He watched patiently as the waitress went and got a drink from the bar and carried it over to the table. Debbie was still unsure of what would happen and she was thinking of ordering another drink to calm her nervous when suddenly the waitress appeared.
"I hope this makes sense to you, but this drink has been sent over for you. I'm supposed to tell you that 'your Master is watching over you.' I hope I got that right. Anyway it’s already paid for so here. I'll take the empty away," The waitress had done well. She took the empty glass and set down the new drink.
Debbie's face flushed with embarrassment, even though she did not know the waitress, she was still aware of what was going on. Still Debbie had to know. "Thank you. Could you tell me where he is?" She asked scanning the crowd quickly.
"Sorry, I'm not allowed," She replied with a shrug.
Debbie was totally humiliated! She just stared down at the drink until the waitress went away.
He Master ordered another drink for himself while he watched her slowly begin to sip on her drink. His drink came and he sipped on in as she began to scan the room once again, this time she had taken the clue and look hard at the upper level. He had a small table in the corner, but this time he did not hide from her he sat up and moved a bit so she would notice him.
Suddenly she looked at him. Their eyes locked. He smiled and raised his glass to salute her.
Her heart raced, it was him! She finally spotted him! He had been watching her the whole time! She was filled with excitement and fear at the same time. She was drawn to him just as he said she would be. She never thought she would have the nerve, but suddenly she longed for him badly. Her underwear became soaked with the wetness that dripped from her slit. The orders were for her to approach him. This was her one and only chance he had said in his message. She didn't want to make any mistake. They had been talking for weeks and knew each other fairly well already. She got up, her legs were weak and her stomach was in knots. But this was what she wanted, she had to do it. Slowly she made her way up to the other level and over to his table. Her eyes were down cast, afraid to look up at him despite the fact that she did find him good looking.
She walked right up to him, moving in close so they could talk. "Greetings m-my M-Master," She struggled with the words, but she had planned what she would say for the last two days, unable to sleep thinking about it.
Suddenly he stood up and took her free hand in his, bending and kissing it lightly. "Greetings my precious little slave! Please, have a seat."
Her heart almost stopped and it all seemed like a waking dream. It was almost better than she could have expected. "I have wanted to meet you for so long, sir."
"I understand. When you finally begged me to meet with you, I knew you were ready to be placed under my total and complete control."
