My name is Mira, this is the first time I will meet Master Kory.
We have been talking for many weeks, from the beginning we have yearned to see each other. However, when you live more than 4,000 miles away from a person, you can't just pop over for a visit.
Today, I travel to meet Master. After a long journey, I arrive at the cabin in the mountains that Master Kory has rented. The cabin is secluded, which Master said would be perfect; no one can disturb us here.
I sit in the car taking in my surroundings, trying to gather the courage to get out. I take a deep breath as I swing open the car door. The air is clean and crisp, yet it does nothing to calm my nerves. It feels icy on my lungs. I stand still for a few more moments taking in the beauty of my surroundings.
I walk to the back seat of the car and open the door, grabbing my bag and then locking it again after myself. I start towards the cabin, taking in its rustic beauty. My Master knows what I like.
Smoke is pivoting from the chimney and the sound of a crackling fire rings in my ears. Master must have the grill set up ready to cook dinner. As I reach the door I place my hand on the door ready to knock. It stays there, resting while a wave of hesitation washes over me. Thoughts are racing through my mind. From here on I lose all sense of my own being. I become Masters play toy and nothing more.
Once I knock, Master opens the door and stands looking at me. I hadn't noticed that I was looking at my shoes. My hesitation had become subconscious.
"Look at me, Mine." He says, his voice soft and hypnotic. Mine is a nickname that he came up with for me when we first started talking. It represents his domination over my whole being.
I raise my head, slowly taking in every part of his body before I reach his eyes. My gaze finally settles on his brown eyes. I become unable to move or speak, my body in a trance. He tilts his head to the side, smirking at my predicament. My hands are gripping at my bag so tightly that my nails are digging into my fingers.
He reaches out to my face, and brushes his warm hand across my cheek, "Why don't you come in and relax? I'm sure you are tired after the long journey you have taken."
I stutter my first words, "Y-y-yes Master. That would be nice".
He reaches down to take the bag from me and ushers me into the cabin with his other hand. He uses his foot to shut the door and I jump slightly as it closes.
"I'm not going to attack you Mira."
"I know that, I just...I'm nervous."
I turn toward Master Kory and marvel at him. There are windows all along the back wall of the cabin. The sun has begun to set and is streaming through the room. It highlights his hair and shines on the side of his face, illuminating him.
He drops my bag to the floor and my eyes follow, I stare at the space where the bag is now placed. I see him striding over to me, he reaches me and places his hands on my face. Delicately brushing my hair away from my eyes, he leans in and kisses my lips, softly biting my bottom lip as he moves away.
At first I allow him to do as he pleases, but it doesn't take long for me to begin kissing him back. As I start to embrace what is happening, I can feel his kisses intensifying, his arms find their way to my hips as he pulls me closer.
I wrap my arms around his waist, deeply moaning as he squeezes my ass. Our tongues mingle; I savor the taste of his mouth.
The passion is hot, and my desire begins to grow, I can feel the heat inside of me, waiting to be fulfilled. But as fast as master began, he ends the episode with a slap to my rear, leaving me disappointed.
He walks over to the stove, "I hope you're hungry, we're heaving steaks for dinner."
"Would you like me to do anything?" I say softly.
He smiles at me, showing his pearly white teeth "You could make some sides, go through to the kitchen and surprise me."
I smirk and turn on my heel to walk into the kitchen. I push open the swinging door, and stand in amazement at the size of the room in front of me.
"Is this a dream?" I mutter.
I walk to the counter in the middle of the room, and realize I know where nothing is. I guess I have to explore I think to myself.
A large sub-zero refrigerator sits in the corner of the room. Upon opening the door, I find an assortment of meats and veggies. Next is a small pantry, filled with herbs and spices. Pots and pans hang from the ceiling above the island in the middle of the room.
I gather a few ingredients and start to prepare a few side dishes. As I do, I feel eyes watching me. I turn to find Master standing in the doorway smiling to himself.
"Enjoying yourself?" he smirks.
I become nervous again, "Yes Master, this whole house is beautiful. I'm very grateful."
"Anything for Mine." He replies kindly. "Now get moving, otherwise dinner will never be served, and I'll have to feast on that lovely cunt instead." He laughs.
I feel my pussy becoming wet in anticipation of something I have waited so long for. He turns and goes back outside, and I continue preparing the dishes. Au gratin Potatoes, Stir-Fry veggies, and a 3 mushroom and onion mix to go along with the steaks.
I begin spooning the veggies onto a platter, and removing the potatoes from the oven when Master returns to the house, carrying steaks that are cooked to perfection.
The dishes are placed on the table, and we sit down to eat. We finish dinner, and clean the dishes together. As I stand over the sink wiping the last dish, Master places his hands on my waist. I drop the dish into the sink, just as Master begins to kiss my neck.
I start to relax from the wine Master chose to accompany the delicious steaks. Master bites my neck, growling in my ear. My cunt floods with wetness again.
Master reaches under my top, brushing his hands over my breasts, only a thin bra between his hands and my bare flesh. He turns me around so we are face-to-face. He reaches around my stomach to my back and unclasps my bra. It falls to my hips, Master pulls it away, and throws it to the floor.
He kisses my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Our hands explore each other, rubbing, pinching, and circling before we come up for air. "Tonight is just for pleasure, I want you to feel every inch of me Mira."
"Yes. Yes. Yessssss". I repeat it over and over again. It is a mantra that continues as Master feasts on my neck. However, he soon becomes frustrated with our height difference and grabs my hand to drag me down the hall to the bed. He guides me into the room, and pushes me down to the bed.
As I position myself, Master disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he is holding a pair of scissors.
"Do you trust me Mira?"
"Of course, Master. I trust you with everything. But...you do realize I could just take off my jeans, right?" I giggle.
"I own you, remember? If I want to cut off your clothes then I will damn well cut them off. It's just as well, you will never wear clothes here anyway. I don't want a single piece of fabric to interfere if I just feel like bending you over and fucking you whenever I please. That is my right as your Master."
"Yes Master." I say meekly. He stalks toward me as if he is a lion and I am the prey he wishes to devour.
Master runs the opened scissors along the sides of my naked breasts, light enough not to cut, but hard enough to feel. He replicates the movement on my other side, adding swirls that last until he reaches the waistband of my pants.
Master watches my cheeks flush as he begins to cut my pants off. He begins at the bottom, cutting a slit from my inner ankle to my crotch. He repeats this action on the other side, taking care not to cut me. Finally, he makes a cut beside the zipper and is able to fold each half of my jeans to the side, leaving me in only my panties.
"Master?" I begin to say.
"Shhhh. I am enjoying what's mine."
I close my mouth and look at the ceiling, trying to imagine that my Master isn't looking at such intimate areas so closely. I can feel his breath invading my cunt as he nuzzles me through my panties. He laps at the wetness that has begun to seep through the fabric, covering my mound with his mouth and teasing me even more.
At the sharp intake of my breath, and a soft moan to follow, Master leans up and rips my panties from my body. I look to him and see nothing but power radiate over him. He is in full control and he knows it.
Feeling shy, I try to close my legs, but Master has other ideas. I receive a sharp slap to my outer thigh. "Stay open for me, Mine. I want to see all you have to offer."
I close my eyes and try to take my mind of the insecurities flooding through my body. Master is disappointed with the slow pace in which I reopen my legs.
"Sit up!" he commands.
As I sit up, Master walks to the closet. When he emerges, he is holding several lengths of rope. My eyes widen in anticipation. He comes to stand at the side of the bed and commands that I lie on my stomach. He ties both of my wrists, each one tied to the slats on the inside of the bed posts. He then runs a length of rope from one side of the bed to the other, effectively keeping my upper chest and shoulders plastered on the bed.
"Bend your knees" he demands.
