Rose received a phone call telling her that a package would be delivered with a letter. She was instructed to read the letter first and then the phone went dead. Within the hour, a courier arrived, with a package, with an envelope, with her name transcribed upon it. She nervously opened the envelope and saw the familiar signature, copperplate in style, signed "M". It was "M" who had been on the phone, it was "M" who this girl breathed for, it was "M" who gave her the instructions to follow, always with the signature "M". It was "M" who contemplated owning her, it was "M" who provided her with the cause for life, for breath. It was "M" who had captured this girl's attention for so long.
She looked over the note that had been enclosed in the envelope, each word, each letter had been carefully chosen and constructed.
"beautiful, Be home by 6.30 p.m., draw a bath by 7.30 p.m. and sit upon the stool and wait for My call. Do not open the package until I instruct you to do so. Lovingly, "M". "
She pondered about a bath of bubbles and soaking away the tensions of the day, but she became fixed on the package. She had more than enough to do, she placed the package in the corner of her office, and carried on with her paid employment.
At 5.00 p.m. she went home immediately, and walked through the old cast iron doors. She drew the curtains, she poured a glass of wine, and looked through the evening paper. At 7.30 p.m. the bath was drawn, she had added the fragrance of rose oil to her delicious bubbles. She had looked at the package that had been hand delivered, wondering what was on the inside. Never before had she received a package from "M", only letters of instruction.
At 7.35 she found herself shedding her clothes. Picked up the phone, which had a speaker, and sat on the stool, draped in a towel, waiting for "M" to call.
She sat full of anticipation. She felt her breasts were becoming erect under the towel. She felt her womanhood, becoming moist, just through her desire. She felt her belly burn, knowing that only "M" could relieve her of this state.
The phone rang, the deep voice said "hello beautiful, are you ready for Me?" she replied "yes Master, I am ready for You". He said "I hope you are upon your knees when you address Me. As I have summoned you, are you upon your knees?"
She felt herself sink, as she was still sitting upon the stool. She said "oh no Master, i'm sitting upon the stool, whilst I was waiting for Your call". "On your knees beautiful" He said. She gracefully fell upon her knees, with her legs apart, her back was straight. She looked at the floor, and whispered "I don't see the point on being on my knees when You are not here". He said to her "I see you are now on your knees beautiful, and I see that My cunt is nice and wet, waiting for Master's touch. Just remember that if I decide that I am going to own you, that is My cunt. They are My breasts, your body is My body, to use, to bring pleasure to Me and to you, upon the journey of discovery".
