“Master,” she whispered the word to herself.
“Master,” she said it a bit louder.
How had their relationship arrived at this point? How had it evolved from Dom and sub to Master and slave? They had been seeing one another for several months. In his role, he was training her to be a better submissive, a better slave while he savored her submission and desire to please.
She had learned many things. She had learned rituals, positions and protocols. She had learned to enjoy a variety of masochistic activities. Most importantly, she had learned to free her mind and allow her submissive self to exist, without restriction. She trusted him with her life and well being as he did her. Their relationship had awesome potential equal only to the limits and boundaries set in place by nature of his happy marriage and her two children. So, when he suggested taking her as his slave, she was overwhelmed by the enormity of the decision to be made. In the end, she decided He would be her first Master, although he was not her first Dominant.
While Heather waited, on her knees on the living room floor, listening for those tell tale foot steps that would announce his arrival, David thought of her as he turned down the road to her home. She was much younger than he and had a plate full of life’s challenges. Her appearance was attractive, but by no means perfection. However, in her submission, David saw only her beauty. He knew from the first time they met, that she had great potential to serve and please him. He wanted her for his own. David imagined her kneeling in anticipation. Her curly hair lying free, her face made up elegantly, but not overly so, her skirt and blouse would be those of a professional lady with a sense for the seductive and her eyes would be lowered. This was a submissive who knew her place.
He felt his cock stiffening at the thought of her full lips opening for him at his command. The image of her pale, fleshy ass raised to him for his bidding brought a knot of energy to his abdomen. The power she gave him that he now simply took at will was intoxicating. It was complete. When they were together, he knew that he was completely in control and any desire could be satisfied. With her gift, came the responsibility of knowing what was best for her when she did not. In her submissive mindset, he knew that there were no limits, none at all. He respected her for recognizing that her greatest risk was her submission and for entrusting him with that.
He pulled into the drive, grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He stopped briefly before entering and took a deep breath. This day and this scene were to mark the change in their relationship and he clicked off an outline of his plans in his head. Reassuring himself that he had everything he needed he knocked.
“Come in,” she said with a mild tremble in her voice. Heather knelt down, on her knees her bottom sitting on her heels. Her hands were splayed across her thighs. There was no fidgeting and no impulsive movement. She found comfort here, in this position and no longer tapped her fingers or wrung her hands in her lap. .
David entered. His stride was confident as he lay down the bag and removed his coat. He ran his fingers through his silver hair. She allowed herself a small peek at his form as he fussed with his bag. His dress pants clung to his muscular form and she admired the strength in his arms revealed by his short sleeved shirt. David approached her with a determined gait, leaned over, and touched her face delicately, as though it were porcelain.
“How are you today, sub-heather?” he asked quietly.
“Fine, thank You, Ma… Master,” she stuttered. The enormity of having actually heard that word cross her lips in his presence touched her deeply. She could feel the warm blanket of subspace slipping over her mind.
“And what are you thinking about?” David queried. He raised her face so that her eyes met his.
“Nothing, Master, “ she whispered. “I am thinking about nothing, but you.”
This was the truth. On her knees before Him, there was only Him, His needs and His pleasure. There were no thoughts of bills to pay, children to care for, a house to move into or her career. There was only Him. For the next few hours, her sole focus would be directed toward David and when it was over, her prize would be his pleasure.
David slid his hand to the back of her neck, caressing her with his thumbs. Her pulse quickened as she waited with anticipation. Then, she felt it. A charge of energy and arousal flowed through her body as he grasped a handful of hair and tugged. He pulled her to her feet by her tresses and admired her appearance.
“You are lovely today, “ he said as his hands moved through her hair and across her face. “I really like how your hair is growing so full and curly. I am happy to see you looking so pretty when you take my directions for how you dress and make yourself up.”
He was pleased and his words moved deeply inside her mind and body, enveloping her in pleasure, comfort and warmth.
“Disrobe for me, “ he instructed.
Immediately, she began to remove her jewelry and clothing beginning with her earrings and necklace. She was wearing a new necklace that she had purchased just for this day and struggled with the clasp. David stood behind her and helped her, his fingertips lighting touching the back of her neck. Her head dropped to her chest as she apologized, feeling genuinely sorry for interrupting the ritual with something as silly as a stubborn clasp.
She continued by unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the magnificence of her large breasts struggling against the white lace of her bra. She unfastened the bra quickly and freed her heavy tits. Her hands slipped into the waistband of her skirt and she stepped out of it. Her soft tummy had always been a source of embarrassment for her, but with David, there was no embarrassment, could be no embarrassment, only humility. Disrobing was not intended to be a ritual of seduction; rather it was to remove the physical barriers between Master and his property, her body. For her, she found herself feeling seduced and seductive when removing her clothing under his watchful eye, but always made sure to complete the task efficiently, without hesitation as was his wish. When all of her clothing was neatly folded to her right, she stood eyes lowered, hands at her side awaiting his cue. .
David watched the lady before him. Her movements were far more certain and fluid than they had ever been. He took a moment to enjoy the pride that he felt for having created the image before him, this submissive lady who had found joy and grace in serving him. She was learning. Yes, she was learning well.
David moved toward her slowly, until he stood beside her, his mouth nearly touching her ear and his aroma filling her senses.
“Inspection,” he whispered the cue for the next segment of their ritual. Heather spread her legs shoulder’s width apart and waited. David moved around her, slowly touching her hair, her face, her shoulders. He commented on how lovely she looked and that she had done well to dress and make herself up properly. Heather smiled slightly as she thanked him for his praise. His hands glided down the length of her arms as he asked her what she had done to prepare for him.
“I showered and shaved, Master, “ Heather began. “ I cleaned the house, made myself up with just a bit of makeup, and lotioned my body.” As she continued to recite every little thing she had done for him, he felt very the ball of energy in his abdomen burn more heavily. She had put a significant amount of effort into preparing for their meeting which meant that she was thinking about him and he had control before even arriving.
His hands slide over her breasts. Gently, he began touching the nipples.
“Are these breasts for me to use, sub-Heather?”
“Yes, Master,”
“Are these breasts for me to bind and torture if I wish?”
“Oh, yes Master.” Heather could not help that her voice nearly squeaked out her reply, as her she was overwrought with desire.
David nodded his approval and twisted her nipples sending a bolt of magnificent agony from her tits, through her stomach and striking her clit. Heather gasped, as her head dropped, much like that of a rag doll.
Hands slid over her stomach, around to her back and glided between her shoulder blades to her ass.
“Bend over and grab your ankles.”
In one fluid motion, Heather did so, her ass raised for inspection and her pussy feeling the breeze from the nearby open window. Fingers slid over her rectum to her clit, separating her lips and swimming in her dampness. David inserted first one finger, then two, pumping gently. Heather did not move or make a sound, although her mind and body were screaming to be taken. His hands slid from her crotch and moved over her legs.
“Spread your ass cheeks, “ David ordered.
Heather raised her hands and grasped her bottom, separating her buttocks to reveal the puckered orifice awaiting inspection. David’s hands spread themselves over the soft, white flesh of her body. The bulbous ass was almost virginal in the sense that it bore no marks or scars from harsh play. David thought for a moment how lovely it would be for this pretty white skin to become cherry red. His fingers touched the pert opening, tapped at it, lightly and then with increasing pressure. Then, something cool slid across her ass cheeks. With a smack of leather, Heather felt the sting of the riding crop striking her tight asshole. Heather held back a whimper and fought to remain in position without pressing against his hands. She so loved anal sex and in this position she felt very much the little slut that she was for Master.
“Do you know what to do next, sub-heather?” His voice caressed her mind, bringing her calm while it lit her loins on fire.
“Yes, Master,“ Heather lowered herself to her knees before him. She then, bent over, placing her hands behind the heels of his leather boots and laid her head at his feet. Heather sighed as she did so, absorbing his power and giving what was left of her will to him. Her will was entirely his, now. There was no turning back.
She kissed one foot, then the other to show him respect. He said nothing, so she kissed each foot again and laid her head upon his boots, welcoming the serenity that swept through her.
