Sami was sitting on the train, looking out of the window. She was remembering her last two meetings with her Master, and willing herself to stay calm. This was the first time she had been invited to his house, and she was very nervous. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, more that she had always been in a familiar environment, and that somehow had made it easier.
She looked around herself at the people on the train, and wondered what they would think if they knew what was going on inside her head. She wondered how many of them might possibly have the same "interests". Her eyes lingered on a man, wondering if he was dominant inside, if he knew by looking at her that she would submit to her Master again in just under an hour.
Some of the passengers around her had food from the buffet carriage, and although Sami had had no breakfast, she was far too nervous to eat. She tried closing her eyes to doze until she arrived, but her mind was too active, with all the things she was imagining.
As Sami shifted in her seat, she became aware once again that she was not wearing any underwear. This had been on her Master's orders, and she had been determined to follow them perfectly. Her pussy was shaved and prepared as instructed, dabbed with just a small amount of perfume. She turned bright red at the thought of being so close to all these strangers and not being properly clothed. She knew of course that they couldn't possibly know, but the fact that she knew was enough.
Finally the train pulled up at the station and Sami descended onto the platform. She was wearing a black skirt that came to just above her knee and had a small slit at the side, and a light blue, short-sleeved shirt. Although the sun was shining and it was the middle of August, Sami felt a shiver travel through her. Quickly she composed herself and set off for the taxi rank. She wished her Master had been able to meet her at the station, but he'd had some work to finish off, and she'd have to make her own way there.
Sami climbed carefully into the cab, to ensure her skirt did not rise up and show her lack of panties. The cab driver was really chatty and annoying, but Sami tuned him out. It became clear to him that she wasn't looking for a conversation and he left her to her thoughts.
She wondered what her Master had in store for her this time, and was very excited. She couldn't wait to see him again. Since their last meeting, she had felt something growing inside of her, more than just the excitement of their next meeting, but the thought of just being near him. She brushed such thoughts from her mind. Surely it was impossible to fall in love with someone so soon?
The cab finally pulled up outside a semi-detached house with a small but very neat front lawn. Sami was a little surprised. She hadn't really thought about what his house would look like, but she hadn't imagined him to be the gardening type.
As she made her way up the little path leading to the front door, she steadied herself. Once she had her breathing under control, she knocked firmly, three times on the door. About half a minute passed and Sami was beginning to wonder if she had the wrong house, when the door swung open.
"Sami, come in my dear," said that familiar voice.
Sami looked up at her Master, drinking him in, unaware of the large, rather ridiculous grin on her face. As she entered into the hallway, he pushed the door shut behind her and took her in his arms. He held her for a few minutes, stroking her and kissing her hair with tender affection. She melted into him at once.
Without warning, his attitude suddenly changed, and once again he was the aloof dominant, in control of his emotions. He gestured for her to precede him into the living area. Sami looked around the room and noticed that there was some food laid out on the dining table. It made her realise just how hungry she actually was, and right on cue, her stomach growled.
"Ah, I'm glad you're hungry Sami," her Master said with a slight smile. "Please remove your shoes and kneel by the table."
Sami did as she was told, feeling slightly ridiculous. She was used to sitting at the table, not being on the floor next to it like some animal!
Her Master took a seat next to her. Then he pulled a blindfold from his pocket, and tied it tightly around her eyes. She felt something cold against her wrist, and something metal snapped around it. Her hand was pulled to the table leg and she heard metal being wrapped around it, and the other wrist was snapped into another ring of metal. She realised she had been handcuffed.
She sat there for a little while, wondering what was coming next, the silence in the air making her uncomfortable. Why wasn't he speaking? Of course, what Sami didn't know was that her Master was staring at her, taking in the lovely sight before him of his pretty little captive. And now she would be his pet.
Sami could smell something under her nose. It smelt like meat. The next thing she knew, something was being pushed against her lips. She parted them cautiously, and the food was pushed into her mouth. She relaxed as she realised it was a piece of chicken, then stiffened again at the thought of being hand-fed.
Before she had even finished what was in her mouth, she felt something else against her lips, this time it was softer and she guessed it was possibly a vegetable. A slice of cooked carrot was then on her tongue, and she ate it obediently. Again, before she could finish, a small potato was between her lips, and then another piece of chicken.
