**Author's note. This first story is a letter to my Trainor describing a visit I had from an internet acquaintance. The second story was created by my own scorching need. Enjoy*~*eva
The Visit
Dear Master K:
Yesterday, I received a visit from one of my online contacts. It was kinda unexpected, so I had no real time to talk to you about it. He had mentioned that He may come to visit, but wasn't sure.
I wanted to make sure you knew what happened and the fact that it WAS just a visit.
The gentleman in question is a Gorean. He reminds me a lot of you. Same mindset in many things, and *chuckle* carries leather laces in His pocket, but said they normally hang from His belt loop. He arrived around 10:30 in the morning. I welcomed Him into the apt and offered Him a drink. He chose coffee and we talked about His trip so far. He is traveling from Ontario to BC.
I served Him the coffee properly, as Master SRS trained me, and then sat on the floor before Him. We talked in depth about my service so far to my various 'Tops', what things I've experienced.
Master K, this Master does come online, but rarely speaks in channel. In one of my rare nosy days(stop laughing, I'm not that nosy), I intruded, without permission, and basically told Him He was an asshole. I didn't like the way that He responded to something in channel. After that though, I realized, He wasn't being an asshole for that specific occasion. He even pointed out to me that there are many people that consider Him a prick because of His attitude. I've enjoyed my chats with Him online and that's the only reason I went ahead and said ok to a visit.
He has a very strong sense of presence.
What I really enjoyed was just before He left, He tested my resolve. He knew that I was owned and made it a point several times to mention it, so that I would know that he was being honorable. However, eva was a bit..umm..well you know how intense eva can get under certain circumstances. I was still on the floor and he stood as if stretching, and then walked right up to me and grasped my hair. I will have you know that eva's hair is quite long now and a lovely hand hold. He fisted my hair, grabbing it tightly, led my face back and forth against His thigh. At one point, He mimed raping my mouth, thrusting my head back and forth. Hell YES I whimpered. I was..very stimulated by this time Master! He thrust His thumb deep into my mouth and said, "Oh yes, this cunt will be able to deep throat." He wiped His wet thumb against my cheek and drew my head back and forth against His thigh. He paused and slapped my face, reminding me that I was the plaything, not the thing that was getting pleasure. It wasn't hard Master. Not like you used to share with another of your girls. Just a good reminder. Master, I have to admit, by this time I would have ripped through His trousers, and bit into His leg with how hot I was. The physical need was overwhelming my own restraints and the thoughts of your wisdom and guidance.
I didn't though, Master K. I remembered how many times before You've held me in Your arms and talked me through tears of frustration and pain.
The visitor left with these words to share with you, "Tell your Trainer that you are a good cunt."
Afterwards
It had been a very long trip. He was tired of the road, but happy with what was accomplished. He had seen old friends; met new ones. But now he was coming home.
He hadn't intended on coming home so late at night, but the traffic on the interstate was much more than he thought it would be. As he drove the dark streets to his own, the twinkling of lights were beginning to fade as one by one his neighbors said goodnight.
When he pulled his truck onto his street, really a cul de sac, he noted again that his timed outdoor lighting was working perfectly. The Malibu lights lining his property made him smile. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, making a decision to leave the unpacking until the morning.
He entered the house by the side door and flicked on the interior lights of his kitchen. He dropped his keys on the counter and poured himself a small brandy. As he made his way into the darkened living room, he clicked on the electric fireplace, more for a comforting atmosphere than heat. It was good to be home, he thought again as he settled into a recliner and set the brandy next to him. It was then that he realized that there was something amiss.
Soft muted music was gently being played. He shrugged it aside and assumed that he had inadvertently left on a radio before his trip. He settled into the chair and closed his eyes, thinking back over the trip he had made.
He had enjoyed his visits quite a bit. He had also been on a search. He had met many people on internet chat and had taken the time to meet them in person. One stuck out in his mind though and try as he might, his thoughts returned to that visit once again.
She had met him at the door and welcomed him into her life. He knew that she was different from what she appeared to be online. Time and again she had told him that she was a large woman, but really as he looked at her, he knew it was neglect.
They had conversed online for some time and he was curious. She truly was submissive and partially trained. The way she presented his coffee to him; the way she felt comfortable on the floor before him; her soft voice as she responded to his insistent questions with a gentle, "Yes Master". Oh yes. This woman was submissive to the core.
She was also owned. And therefore was unavailable to him for use. The woman had made it clear and although her whimpers of need rose from her lips from a simple appraisal of her, his honor was at stake.
