Special thanks to The Style Guy for helping me edit this first submission and popping my Literotica cherry......
Waiting anxiously for an answer at the other end of the line, I find myself becoming aroused from the anticipation of hearing your sweet voice. I am completely fascinated by everything about you, your beautiful voluptuous body, your silky caramel skin, and deep soulful eyes that can be caring one moment and demanding the next.
Almost frantic after five rings, I doggedly hold the phone praying that you will answer. I'm almost teary eyed with relief when you pick up on the seventh ring.
"Hello puppy," your honeyed voice purrs.
"Hello Ma'am. Please forgive my impertinence in calling again. I want you to know that I've arrived and I await your instruction."
"Are you excited about our meeting puppy?"
"Yes Ma'am. I'm very excited."
"Good. I'll be there in a bit, but there are a few other things I need to pick up. I'm anxious to begin your enlightenment."
The echo of a smile in your voice rings in my head after you've hung up. I'd never before considered myself submissive in any way. However, my need to please you constantly surprises me and surpasses all other desires I may have.
I am impatient and my nervousness builds as the minutes tick by. I pace, check my hair, brush my teeth again and check my watch for the tenth time when I hear your soft knock.
Your welcoming smile is the first thing I notice as I open the door. You are so beautiful. At 5'5", your rounded body is deceptively covered from head to toe in a beige trench coat. I can see the tip of an expensive pair of black boots peeking from beneath the hem, but nothing else.
Your face, as always, is as open and kind as it has ever been. You exude a type of warmth that has lured me from the beginning of our relationship. The dimpled sweetness of your smile slowly melts into a seductive smirk.
"Hello puppy," wide eyes staring directly into mine, seeing, it would seem, directly into my soul.
I can hardly breathe much less respond, so amazed that you are standing before me. I swallow once and then again in an effort to regain my composure.
"Hello Ma'am," I answer with just the slightest break in my voice.
I notice the bags you're carrying and quickly offer to take them for you, which you graciously accept. I invite you inside and close the door, watching you float into the room. As you pass, I detect your perfume and my cock responds with a hard shift. Your scent is indelibly imprinted in my brain now and I know that I will always recognize it.
I turn quickly to put your bags aside in an attempt to hide my growing excitement, as I know that you require control above all else. The months of training seem to have abandoned me with your appearance. Curious considerations of how you taste consume my thoughts instead. In my mind, all I hear is your gentle voice instructing me, demanding my obedience.
I inhale deeply as my back is to you, hoping my stubborn erection will subside. Sensing my distress you ask me to face you. Even from across the room, I know that my excitement is evident in the gray slacks I'm wearing.
I turn slowly, eyes deferentially lowered as I know my position as servant. Even so, I see that you've opened your coat. One black nylon covered leg is in my peripheral vision.
My cock bucks hungrily, spitting a small drop from the sight of the dimpled knee peeping at me. I squeeze my eyes completely shut, desperately searching for control, but it avails me nothing. I can still see your shapely leg in my minds eye and I tremble slightly. My mouth has begun to water in anticipation of seeing more of you and I wonder wildly how I will ever be able to withstand this.
"Come closer, Puppy. I want to see you," you command.
I walk quickly to you and try again to slow my breathing. I feel light headed. You step even closer to me and I am overwhelmed yet again by your scent and immense power. I see the berry colored dress that lovingly hugs your curves but barely contains your wonderful breasts. It appears to be cleverly wrapped around you and held there by two small strings on your right hip.
My fingers itch to pull at the trailing ends of the bow to reveal your luscious body for my worship. I clear my throat in an effort to speak and then again when it doesn't seem to help. My voice sounds strange to my own ears as I ask to help you out of your coat.
You turn and present your back to me in response, silently allowing my help. I place my hands on your shoulders, just inside your coat and feel the warmth of your skin. My breath audibly catches as I slide the coat off to reveal the generous curve of your ass.
You hear the sobbing sound of my breathing and slowly lean back into my chest, resting there in the assurance that I am completely under your control. I tentatively lean my face down into the curve of your warm neck, inhaling deeply of the intoxicating fragrance of heated coconut and female.
You like this, I can tell. You tilt your head the slightest degree to give me better access. I'm frozen, panting and wanting to touch and taste every part of you, but knowing that my unsolicited advances would not be well received. So I wait. In hopeful, blazing agony I wait for your request and thankfully it is not long in coming.
You reach behind yourself to grasp my hands in each one of yours and place them around your waist, slowly sliding them over your belly. I feel the indentation of your navel and higher over your rib cage, using my hands to touch yourself in just the places you desire.
I feel you lean more heavily against me and your ass has my cock nestled right between its abundant cheeks. I involuntarily hump forward into your softness and hear an appreciative moan from you. I am instantly aroused ten-fold with the knowledge that I've pleased you in some way and push again with the same result.
"You like that, don't you, Puppy?" you say.
"Unghh, ummmhmm," is all I can manage as you slide one of my hands higher up your body until it is molded against the gorgeous spill of your right breast.
The sight of your lovely caramel tit nestled in the palm of my pale hand is almost unbearable. The deep color of your dress only emphasizes our distinct differences.
I lean my head closer onto your neck to taste its warmth and sweetness and feel you slide my other hand down until it rests against the swell of your pussy. The damp heat that emanates from you is overwhelming and I start to tremble in silent convulsion as I heroically strive to forestall a thundering ejaculation.
