Every night after work instead of going home I meet with Master at a place we call 'The Park.' The Park is a special place for us both, in that I know that when I am there I can wind down and relax, and for Master he is on his way home from working nights. It is a place where we can forget our normal hectic lives and be together for a little while, before we succumb to regular routine.
Our meeting time is 5:30pm in the afternoon. I park the car up in the gravel parking lot under the trees and wait for Master to call me. Sometimes I am there for hours waiting, other times only a few minutes, depending on how early or late I finish work. As I wait I prepare items that we may use if he is so inclined and leave them on the seat next to me. Often while I do this, I listen to CD's so I can further relax myself and reflect on the day. Some of these items can be varied, but the regular items unless he has told me previously to organise, are my paddle, clamps, pegs, camera, and last but not least Gina. Now I am sure you are wondering who or what Gina is. Gina is like a substitute vibrator, she is a seven-inch rounded off glass cylinder, somewhat like a thick test tube. She has become quite endearing to me over time, and has given me immense pleasure. This is also because we have used her for a while and I have associated her with being Master. So that now whenever I am told to 'Get Gina' it is as if Master is about to fuck me. Usually Master and I use code for certain items in case anyone within earshot could hear and over time it has become quite natural to me.
We have certain rules when I am in the park. Before Master rings I am to have everything out ready on the front seat, make sure the CD player is switched off, be fully naked, and also to ensure that the car is locked unless told otherwise. It is fortunate at this hour that not many people come across us but when they do it is as if they aren't totally sure of what they are seeing. My car has a slight tint on the windows and those poor people that pass us think they might be hallucinating.
When it is time, Master rings and I call him back. I speak with him using my hands free kit, which makes it a lot easier to listen to him and follow his instructions. He rings me as he is travelling home for the day. The sense of relief I feel when I hear his voice makes me feel loved and that much closer to him. His voice has this quality, a certain element that I cannot explain, but it is calming and reassuring. It is as if it envelops me, caresses me. I know this is strange, but it does.
'Hello angel."
"Hello Master."
"How was your day?"
"It was tiring but it went well. How was yours Master?"
"It was fine Angel. Are you naked?"
"Yes Master."
"Good girl. Now look out of your window and tell me what you see."
"One car on my right, no one in it, there are people playing on the oval, but they can't see me from where they are."
"Now pinch your nipples, make them hard for me."
"Yes Master."
"That's it, pinch and pull on them hard. Good girl. Did you complete the tasks I set for you today?"
"Yes Master, I will email the videos and photos when I get home tonight."
"We can discuss them later on Digi."
"Yes Master."
"Can anyone see you?"
"No Master."
"Good. Now I want you to peg your nipples."
"Yes Master."
