She stood outside the large door. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Out of sheer will, she raised her arm to the door. The anticipation of seeing MasterDarkHeart, of being with him, played havoc with her body. This was not their first time together, but tonight had special meaning. He had told her that this night would define their relationship. Finding the strength in the thought of him, she knocked.
The door opened and MasterDarkHeart stood there. Her master. His grey hair neatly combed, beard trimmed perfectly. His wide shoulders and torso were covered in a leather vest leaving his muscles plainly visible. The tight fitting pants completed the look. But it was his intense brown eyes that captured her attention. The very sight of him so close took her breath away. She felt his gaze upon her, burning right into her. With a power she did not know she had, she raised her head slightly and whispered, "Greetings, Master."
"Hello, my slave," MasterDarkHeart answered, while he surveyed her. Her long dark hair was pulled up high on her head in ponytail fashion and her make-up was minimal. The red dress she had chosen fit snug on her body revealing her womanly shape. Her legs were bare and a pair of sandals adorned her small feet. He did not fail to notice the tremble in her legs and smiled at this.
He motioned her inside and she silently followed behind. He stopped at the entranceway to a vast room and turned to face her. "It is time now to make your decision. The choice is still yours. You may turn back now and leave or you may enter this room, relinquishing your freedom, and become mine. Take a moment to decide. If you decide to leave, do so quietly. If you stay, join me at the side of my chair. I shall leave you to your thoughts."
She watched MasterDarkHeart's back as he left. Her whole body visibly shook while her mind and emotions raced. A combination of excitement and fear coursed through her. The decision he had given her to make was not a choice, for it had already been made. She loved him. She needed him. She wanted nothing more than to be owned by him. With that final thought, she quietly walked into the room and knelt at the side of his chair.
MasterDarkHeart was silent for a moment before he spoke. "Slave, rise and dance for me."
"Yes, Master," she replied softly as she rose and moved in front of him. She began to dance to the silent music inside her head. Her arms moved gracefully as her curvy hips swayed from side to side. Delicate hands ran over her body in sensual slow movements, her mind lost in the inner sensations of dancing for him.
Her own heat overtook her as she undulated provocatively. Knowing instinctively what was expected; she raised her hands to the straps of her dress and slowly slid them over her shoulders, freeing her arms. Grasping the fabric, she slipped it over her full breasts and down the flat of her stomach. Her light colored nipples were hard, not only from the fabric that had been caressing them, but from the intent way MasterDarkHeart watched.
