The bell had just rang and the children had been dismissed from their classroom. She sat down at her desk, tired, the week had just ended, She felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket.
"Hello," she answered.
The mans voice at the other end was soft and raspy. "Come to me now." were the only words he spoke. The connection was broken. She gasped. It was going to happen. She had dreamed of being the submissive. She had written her fantasies and sent them to him. She had thought that it was just a game to him. She knew he masturbated when he read her stories and he told her how much she excited him with her words. They had talked of a meeting place several days ago, but neither had mentioned it again and she really thought that it would never come to pass.
She called her husband and said she was going out with some of the other teachers to celebrate the end of the week and wouldn't be home until late. She dearly loved her husband but they hadn't made love in months and when they did she seldom reached orgasm. She faked it well enough for him though, and he really didn't seem to care one way or the other if she was satisfied.
She got into her car and drove to the prearranged place. She was surprised to find it seemed to be an old warehouse, or something of the sort. There were no other people around and she worried a bit as she got out of the car. She pushed the door to the warehouse open and entered. There was no furnishing at all save a mat with a silk sheet strewn across it and two tables. The larger table had several pillows in all shapes and sizes on it. The smaller one held soft cotton cording, and a cloth that covered several other items that she could only see the outline of.
"Do not touch anything, my slave" she heard him say,"These are all instruments for your pleasure, and I will use them as such as long as you do what I tell you."
"You will not speak unless I tell you that you may, you are mine now. You no longer have a will of your own. You will address me as Master". He stepped from the shadows and for the first time she could see the person who had been addressing her. She breathed a slight sigh of relief as she recognized him. Thoughts had raced through her mind that she was alone with a total stranger. Then she gasped in reality , in many ways, that was the truth.
He laid a pair of lace top stocking on the table and a short black lace gown. It was cut low at the bodice and would reveal more than it concealed.
"Disrobe slave, and put on the clothing I have provided for you."
She was a bit surprised that everything fit. She was not a small lady and had lumps and rolls that she wished was smooth skin. She could tell by looking down at herself the gown flattered her. It showed off her fair freckled skin, her hard muscled legs, silky shoulders and neck and covered the belly that she loathed. She smoothed the stockings on her legs, feeling his eyes on her as she put them on.
"Nice, very nice, slave, come to me and kneel" he whispered.
She kneeled at his feet, placing her head inches from his toes. He began to unclothe himself. His cock standing tall showing his arousal. She knew that this was a new experience for him as well and he had studied his role well. "Rise, slave" he said to her. "Tell me, do you like what you see?"
He stood naked before her, cock throbbing, as he held it in his hands for her inspection. The head was engorged with blood and the shaft rock hard.
"Oh yes, Master, you are beautiful" she answered.
"Very good answer slave" he intoned as he fastened a black velvet collar around her neck. He used a small velvet leash to lead her to the large table. He tied the leash to a knob at the top of the table tilting her head to the side. He arranged the pillows so that she rested comfortably on her stomach, but was bending over the table opening her ass and pussy for his easy viewing and access. Using the cotton cording he tied her hands and feet to the legs of the table.
