The day of the much anticipated meeting had finally arrived. They had met in an odd circumstance, to some - he answered her personal ad for a Dominant Master, a necessary commander for her submissive heart.
With her heart and soul shattered by her last Master, in a way cold and cruel, she was still emotionally fragile and injured; damaged. She felt fortune had favored her at last in bringing him to heal her from the assault and injury to her faith and trust. They quickly fell into an easy alliance of shared understanding and purpose.
She waited for him now in the darkened hotel room, giddy in a sustained arousal from his ongoing, well-aimed seduction, telling of how he would delight her sexually, down in that deep hidden place only a skilled Master can touch.
They had laughed when she promised to be the nastiest slutty whore he would ever hope to see!.. at his touch for whatever primitive manner he may wish to take his dirty pleasures from her. His every pleasure was to be at his whim-- however, whenever, and whatever it might be. It was to her great delight and a full heart that she connected to him, which he recognized. He understood and knew that aspect of her--perhaps better than she herself did.
A desirable and skilled Dominant knows his submissive - beyond her surface personality he sees into her heart, to know her fears and concerns; her secrets. He knows how to access them, to hold them in his hands and manipulate; to use them to reveal her strengths in the freedom beyond the fears. His experience in success had grown his knowledge and abilities, and created his growing reputation in the community as a trusted guide through the thick darkness of a submissive's fears.
He knew as well how to stroke a submissive's driving need to please and to serve, in the pursuit of fulfillment in honoring him in the highest ways she knows. He had seen a number of subs who appeared to have the deep drive, but faltered, falling in pieces when tested for their truth. He knew immediately she was not one of them.
In knowing he could see into her soul, able to reach in and touch any part of it at will, he was aware of the exquisite feeling of his power gathering and expanding in and around him. This is what he lived for, why he is Master. He could drive it in any direction, to anywhere he wished, in his confidence... a justified confidence bordering on arrogance, perhaps.
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As directed she was dressed in a slutty manner, for his pleasure, of course. It excited her as well, really making her look, and feel, like a dirty sexy whore. The door to the room was ajar for him, and not knowing in what moment he will slip through made her more nervous than she would have imagined.
She made an effort to relax, assuming the position on the bed that he had directed-- legs spread widest, her short skirt barely covering her naked pussy. He ordered that she wear no top but a black lace bra, although he had promised it would not remain on for long. The required cuffs and blindfold were ready at hand, along with lube, and a single sub's best friend--her powerful vibrator.
He stated his requirement that she be totally prepared for him on his arrival, and this included being wet for him. She poured a bit of lube right on her clit... mmm yes... then applied the buzzing tip of the vibrator. She had to be vigilant to restrain her desire now, she could not cum before he even arrived! He had assured her as absolute fact that he would be taking her upon arrival, as his given right. It would displease him if she were not prepared to be fucked, but it would happen, as his right, ready or not, he had told her. Recalling that made her hotter... god-- she craved him now!
She turned off the vibrator... too tempting.
She distracted herself by thinking about what led her to be here now. There had been frequent discussions with exploration of personalities, their particular desires and expectations, finding that there was a growing compatibility as time passed, and a certain easy affection that they agreed was necessary for a successful D/s.
She trusted him completely. She knew that some said -- one never knows for sure until the moment comes-- but she already knew, she was sure of it.
She especially respected that he made it known he would not violate her boundaries-- after all, they both desired a mutually beneficial, enjoyable experience. He told her that he was proud of his self-control as a Dominant, a Master--something so many of the posers were lacking.
'How can I expect a willing submission to me as the Master if I do not have character? My self-control is a sign of respect to you as my submissive, and in addition you will be safe to be totally free with me', he had said, 'and I never need to use force or violence to get what I want from anyone. No true Dom or Master would ever behave this way.
'I do like it rough sometimes--it heightens my pleasure, and submissive's pleasure as well, but that right is given, never taken. If submission is not offered and given freely, there can be no mutual experience of pleasure and connection.
'Violent force is a betrayal of the beauty and the bond of spirituality between Master and submissive. Anything mean-spirited or violent against an unwilling submissive is plain abuse and the ultimate betrayal of her fundamental loving trust.'
She was quite moved by that--how lucky am I!! she thought. She knew he understood what needs drove her, how she thought and felt as a submissive. She knew that at this first meeting as Master and submissive, he would encourage her blossoming in the manifestation of the bond already in place, and that he wished to verify the quality of her submission. She felt so safe and warm with him already, in her head -- he was so strong and wise and she knew innately that he would gently guide her, to teach her to be his perfect submissive --and love her greatly as such--and she had not even been with him physically yet!
Just thinking of him in this way made her crazy to demonstrate her pure submission to him, NOW. She wanted to please him so badly this instant that she felt she may cry.
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He slipped through the opened door quietly and stopped. She had not heard him, deep in her happy thoughts of him. And suddenly he was next to her, and she turned her smiling face to him he leaned to kiss her with a passion she had forgotten existed. She felt herself getting wetter, her body silently calling him. He stood up, extracting items from his bag to the foot of the bed.
'Greetings, my little whore - you have me at last!', he said smiling.
'Thank you, Master, for taking me as your submissive--really, I am so grateful, and very excited too!' she giggled nervously.
'As well you should be, my dear. I will take you places which you never knew existed, experience emotions and feelings strange to you in this journey of perfect ecstacy. An unforgetable experience, be assured.'
As he spoke he placed a slip-knotted rope on her ankle, then secured the end to the bed corner, and repeated the process for her other leg. He stared at her exposed pussy, reaching over to trail his hand from bottom to top, just barely touching. That flared her arousal, her pelvis raising involuntarily to his touch, craving more, please more... but he left her hungry, pushing her widened legs wider still, and adjusted the ropes.
He told her to lock the handcuffs on her own wrists, hands in front, then he roped the chain, pulling it tight to a knot on the headboard.
"How does it feel to be helpless, whore?' he chuckled. 'You realize, don't you, that you are at my total mercy now-- do you trust me??'
'Master, of course I trust you! I wouldn't be here if I did not. Sir-- I am so excited I can barely breathe. I want you so much!'
