She was nervous. More than nervous, she was scared. This man she was to meet could control her. Had the power to make her happy or sad. She would do whatever he asked of her, and they both knew it. Now she was to meet him. What might he require? She shivered as his phone calls and letters flashed through her mind. Now she would be allowed to look into his eyes and he in hers. He would see her need, her passion, her love. She would have no other barriers now. Would he take her and cherish her? Or use her and throw her away?
She followed his instructions exactly, memories of errors in following past instructions burning into her brain. She would please him, this time, she promised herself. Her black dress was classic, cashmere knit, discreetly clinging to her subtle curves, following her thighs to fall just above her knee. Only a small expanse of her flesh visible above her tight black leather boots, the leather caressing her calves. The heels were higher than she was used to, at 3 inches.
Determined she would not stumble and disgrace him, she practiced walking in them for weeks. He had sent her the lingerie, a beautiful sheer, virtually transparent silk. The panties a small wisp of fabric, allowing her sex to create slight shadows beneath the silk. The bra small, almost too small for her slight frame, pushing her breasts together. The sight of cleavage, until now foreign to her, brought a glow of pleasure to her cheeks. He had chosen well; she felt lovely and sexy. The collar included in his package was subtle; in fact it could very easily pass for a lovely choker, until you spied the delicate silver ring where he would affix her leash.
Standing in front of the mirror, she finished her hair. As he had instructed she left it down, amber waves cascading in a fiery tumble down her back, framing her pale face. Her makeup, while more than she usually wore, was still subtle. Her green eyes glittered with the application of shadow and liner, extra mascara, making her lashes more prominent. Her cheeks had a slight flush, from her excitement or the light application of blush, she couldn't be sure. Only when you looked at her full lips could you see discretion leave; deep blood red, moist with gloss. She was well pleased with the result, and only hoped he would be too. Now she was ready, at least half an hour early. She quickly gathered her things, taking one last look, before hurrying out the door. Once in the car, there was little room for worry, because of the precision of his instructions to the location of their meeting.
But the area was unfamiliar to her. At this time of night this industrial section of the city, where she found herself, was looking very deserted, almost desolate. A shiver of fear moved along her spine. She quickly pushed it away. She could trust him. He was her Master and he loved her. She was his slut, his cunt, and he cared for his property. The words echoed in her head, again and again, until to her surprise she found herself saying them out loud. Finally she reached her destination: A huge warehouse, windows dark, no signs of life visible.
With a gulp, she got out of her car, grabbed her bag and slowly walked to the entrance. Her heels clicked against the pavement, making the only sound in the still night. As she reached the door and raised her hand to knock, it opened. Cautiously she peered inside, eyes trying to adjust to the gloom. A voice, his voice from deep within the building said..."Welcome pet, enter and please close the door behind you. Put your things on the table there. You will be greeted."
As she turned to close the door, she felt hands pulling something over her eyes. She muffled a scream, realizing she was to be blindfolded. His voice soft in her ear, so familiar, his breath warm against her skin for the first time. "Oh, my pet, you look lovely. Follow me, lil one."
