She trembled with anticipation -- she had heard that cliché many times, but had never actually felt it before! -- her hands trembled, her knees felt weak and her thigh muscles trembled, inside she felt a rush of feeling, a heat, that started in her chest and worked its way downwards. She sat at the keyboard and as she typed the familiar commands, she gasped with quick intake of breath, realizing what this night would mean, this turning point in her cyber-life, in her real life ... the characters she was typing were now same-but-different commands ...'command' ... oh god, just that word alone set her insides on fire again.
It was 8:56. She knew he liked her to be early, to prepare herself for him, virtually. She was already wearing her tightest corset, her thigh-high stockings, and nothing else, as he had asked her several months ago to always wear for him. The typical question,'What are you wearing'' would never again have the same meaning for her, she thought with a grin. Her favorite patchouly incense burned in her censer, and her favorite peach candles were lit in small violet glass votive holders on either side of her monitor, as if she were preparing for a religious service rather than an internet chat.
***08:59 Demettrie enters the room.***
Her heart leapt in her chest, her trembling increased. She tried to breathe deeply, to come to full awareness, she knew the log would save the words but only her mind would remember this night forever. Her pussy felt hot and throbbed just at the sight of his very name.
] Demettrie: Are you prepared, little one?
this girl is prepared, Sir
] Demettrie: How are you feeling tonight?
this girl is (she paused, thinking) trembling, Sir
] Demettrie strokes dharma's hair gently ] Demettrie: Be calm, little one.
yes, Sir
] Demettrie: I know you must have received my gift to you by now, please open it.
yes, Sir
She grabbed the padded mailer package she had only received two days ago. It had come to her postal box from his postal box, and she dared not open it, because he had commanded her so. Yes, it was only the internet, some might say, but she had somehow achieved a connection with another person that she never thought possible. As if the glass of the monitor had melted between them, and she was somehow able to feel his touch, hear his words. His commands, though they may be in pixel only, she took to her very soul.
She slit open the package carefully. Realizing that his very hands had touched this envelope, she again pressed it to her cheek as she had done over the last two days. Then she opened it.
Inside, a piece of parchment. Ivory, plain letter size, folded in half. Folded in half around a purple velvet pouch, that was tied with a cord drawstring. She glanced at the screen, and seeing no further pixels appearing, she fumbled open the cords.
The collar. As promised.
Black, of softest leather, one-half inch thick. A plain silver buckle at one end, and 6 small holes at the other end. In the front, a small silver ring attached by a small leather loop sewn into the collar. On each side of the ring ... three glimmering, perfect crystals. Round. Six in all. Her favorite number. He remembered! The crystals were shaded a light violet. It was the most gorgeous collar she had ever seen, she had browsed so many sub sites and had seen so many different collars, and still it didn't prepare her for the awe of it. She felt absolutely unworthy of such a thing.
thank you, Sir, so much, so much, this girl can't express to you how much this means
] Demettrie: You're welcome, little one. ] Demettrie: Are you forgetting something?
Sir?
] Demettrie: The note
She noticed the quickness of his response, and the lack of punctuation. Surely she must have angered him.
this girl is sorry, this girl will read it now, Sir
] Demettrie: That's better. Take your time.
She unfolded the parchment and read:
'My dear little dharma, We may be only pixels on a screen to each other, but I treasure you in my heart. You offer me your undying devotion, I offer to you the same. You must never forget that just because you are a submissive, you still hold half of the power in this relationship. Your training has gone so well, you are a fine and beautiful sub, and I take the responsibility of becoming your Master very seriously. With devotion, Demettrie?
His script was slightly bold, canted forward, mainly masculine, but with a few touches here and there that touched her heart, like the loop of the'd' in her name compared to the'D' in his name. She immediately returned to her keyboard, afraid she had been away too long.
this girl is not sure what to say, Sir. this girl feels humbled and like crying. thank you, Sir!
] Demettrie: Assume the proper position, little one.
She quickly scrambled, having had some practice in this over the last ten dazzling months she had been with Demettrie. She pushed her office chair backwards, she lowered the keyboard and mouse to a box she had placed under her desk, she pivoted the monitor downwards, and sank to her knees. She settled comfortably back on her heels, thighs spread, on the soft Oriental rug she used at her desk, and she placed her hands upon her thighs. She raised them long enough to type
ready, Sir
and lowered them again to her thighs. This was the position she had been taught so lovingly by Demettrie. Web-cams were still unaffordable in these early days, and she wished he could see her. But she knew that what was important was to be true to her sub self, true to her Master, to really feel all of the feelings and not just play at them. She awaited his command, wishing she could lower her head like a proper sub, frustrated briefly with the internet nature of their relationship. Then she realized her entire spirit was afire, her thighs with the strain of kneeling in the position, her pussy, her breasts, her heart with its quickened pounding, her mind with the racing emotions.
] Demettrie: Are you ready?
yes, Sir
