Shane pulled up to his house, glad to be home after his long day. He'd been in one business after another, securing new clients. But thankfully, that was behind him now, and he could go about his day as he wished.
He looked out the car window as he turned the engine off, trying to see if any windows were open to show the inside of his house. They were all sealed up tight, without a gap to be seen. A sly from formed on his face. His instructions had been followed, at least to this point. Hopefully, the rest had been followed too.
If he was honest, Shane hadn't been fully attentive at every meeting today. Sure, he'd known what was going on, and answered all his client's questions properly, but that was second nature to him. Autopilot, almost. Boring. He had been slyly switching between taking notes on his computer, and a different app - the one that he was much more excited for.
It was a secret messaging app. One that was entirely disconnected from his main messages, one that had to have a password or finger print to let you get in every time you tabbed out of it. It was private, it was secure, and best of all it was connected to only one single other person.
In between saying, "yes, that's doable within our schedule" and "here's how I would approach solving that for you" out loud to his clients, he had been sending messages in this app that included instructions. He'd wait, and in a few moments, a little bubble popped up showing that someone was typing. His heart jumped a little each time. The reply would come:
"Yes, Master. Anything for you."
Oh, the chill that ran down his spine when he would see something like that. Even now, as he stepped out the door and thought back on that, he smiled. He also had to readjust himself in his pants, because a protrusion had risen inside his slacks.
Satisfied that he wasn't showing too much to walk to the front door, he grabbed his satchel and slung it over his shoulder. His button up shirt was secured around his neck by a tie, and tucked into his slacks. With his leather satchel, he looked like a professional you might find at any office. Not sloppy, but not overly dressed either. It was the way he carried himself that made all the difference. Chest out, shoulders strong - not that he had much choice, he was born with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. If he worked out more, he could probably even look intimidating.
Shane stepped up to the door, pulling his house key from his pocket. He hesitated for just a moment, anticipating what was on the other side of this door. Something he had dreamed of for a long time. And judging by the messages he had been receiving, it looked like that dream was about to come true.
His member, tucked into the waistband of his pants, was practically throbbing. He ignored it, cleared his throat, and put the key in the lock.
It clicked as the deadbolt opened.
He removed the key, placing it back in his pocket, then grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open.
Inside, the lights were dim. All windows closed. But in the light streaming in through the doorway, he could see
her.
The other end of his secret messages, real, in the flesh. She was on her knees, legs tucked to the side, looking up at him in the doorway.
A vision of perfection. Her smooth, alabaster skin and supple curves were the kind that made the Greeks believe that goddesses walked amongst them. And now, more than ever, she was on display in a way that made him have to stop in awe.
She was dressed in a latex top, one that could barely contain her breasts. Her midriff was pulled in tight with a corset, which was pushing up her ample bosom over the top. Where the corset stopped, a ruffled, short latex skirt began. If it was longer, it would have cascaded over her legs, but since it was short, it barely covered her crotch. Her ass would undoubtedly be almost half visible if she were to stand. From where he stood, Shane could see the light glinting off of latex panties that she wore underneath.
Latex ubber.
Damn,
though Shane.
She really outdid herself.
She had been looking at the floor while he took her in. Slowly, she raised her head, looking up at him with her bright eyes. They practically sparkled as the light hit them. She had done her makeup, adding a subtle and sexy shade of red to her lips. Eyeliner made her already beautiful eyes stand out even more.
"Come in, Master." she said, "You wouldn't want anyone seeing your plaything on accident, would you?"
There was a sensual quality in her voice that he hadn't heard in a long time. The same type a lover whispers in your ear when they want to drive you wild, but with a begging quality that ensured it wouldn't be mistaken for a command.
Shane stepped forward and closed the door behind him, never taking his eyes off of her. He smiled, almost giddy with what he saw before him. She was breathtaking.
She reached over to the coffee table beside her and hit a button, and the lights faded on. But they weren't just regular lights, these were red, and only bright enough to make it where you could see where you were going.
The shiny ruffles in the latex now reflected these red bulbs along the ridges, almost as if there were red neon strips attached. She reached down to her skirt and flattened a few of the ruffles down, ones that had become unruly and stuck up more than she intended. With her other hand, she gently ran her fingers across the latex tap, holding eye contact with him.
"Is Master pleased with how his slave is dressed?" she asked.
"Mia, this is incred..." he started, but she cut him off.
"Not Mia, Master. You gave me other names, remember?" she said, then sliding in a wink after.
"Right, I know. I just wanted to see if
you
remembered." he said. A terrible cover up, bordering on goofy, but it was all he could think of in the moment. After all, he didn't have his normal oxygen supply to his brain.
"Of course, Master." she said. She saw right through the cover, but tried her best to keep from smiling and keeping a reverential tone.
Shane was impressed. She'd never been this committed to playing along before, and the dedication was truly exhilarating. He cleared his throat.
"And why do I call you by other names, kitten?" He asked, forcing a calm but commanding tone. It was a start.
"To remind me that I am not my own, and who I was before is gone, Master." she replied.
"Good girl." he said. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand under her chin, lifting it up so she looked at him standing over her. "You certainly look the part, but there's something missing if you truly want to pledge yourself to me."
"Is that so?" she asked, almost smirking.
"I think you know so." he teased her right back. "But for what you've shown me so far, I think you deserve a kiss."
He bent down on one knee, his fingers still under her chin, and gently pulled her forwards until their lips met. They kissed for several seconds, their lips gently pressed against one another, connecting physically and emotionally. He slowly pulled back, staring into her eyes.
Shane dropped the commanding tone, speaking almost hushed, "Are you sure you want to do this? It's... I just want to make sure you're okay with everything."
Mia shook her head. "Of course I'm okay with it. You said you wanted to do this, and I want to see you let loose. Now, stop being my husband," she reset her face and tone, "and be my Master, please?"
Shane couldn't help himself, he bit his bottom lip. Never before had he been so turned on, so incredibly attracted to the person in front of him. He had always been attracted to her, always loved her, since they had met. But now that she was fully engaged in this new world with him, something extra had blossomed within him. A new level of desire.
But he had to slow down. Take a moment, ease into things. This wasn't just a night of fun, this was a change to their lives. A new paradigm. There would be time to ravish and experiment, but tonight... Tonight was just the beginning. And it deserved the ceremony and pacing of a monumental occasion.
