As I entered the living room, I found him facing the hallway leading to our front entrance, sitting in his favourite chair sipping a drink. He was still wearing his work clothing, but his shirt was unbuttoned and his tie hung undone on either side of his neck. Our eyes met, and I felt my whole body shudder as his smoldering gaze left me spellbound. I stopped in my tracks as his eyes left mine to take in my attire.
"Sit." His tone left no room for argument, and I quickly took a seat on the loveseat facing him, clutching my bag like some kind of ward against his undeniable power over me.
I waited patiently as he held me in his gaze, pausing occasionally in his appraisal of me to take another sip of his drink.
"I like this new you." He said, the darkness starting to overtake his eyes, but his voice was soft and smooth like normal. "Don't get me wrong, I love you in all ways. I love your usual easy chatter, and your warm, carefree attitude. But this obedience is amazing. I am so excited to push you and for us to experience new things as we explore this relationship." He paused to take a breath, as if he was steeling himself to say something difficult.
"Last night you said you wanted to be my slave, at least sexually. That you wanted me to be your Master. Is that still how you feel? Before you answer, understand that if this is what you want, I expect your obedience and will punish you for disobeying my orders. It means I expect you to always be available for me to use, and to not say no to me when I choose to use your body. I will respect your limits, and allow you free use of your safeword if you ever feel I'm pushing you beyond what you can handle. Do you really want to submit to me so deeply Kitten?"
The use of his pet name for me snapped my eyes to his and everything he was saying sunk into me. I considered his question seriously. I used to say no to him a lot, fatigue and stress killing my desire for sex. Did I really want to promise that I wouldn't do that?
"If you want this, I promise I will be a loving Master. I expect obedience and I will enjoy disciplining you when you misbehave. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be cruel. I understand that your submission to me is a gift that I have to respect, and that you are trusting me to keep you safe and take care of you. I promise I will. But I have to be honest, when we talked about it last night, I knew it was what I wanted, if it's really what you want."
He rushed his words a little, and I could tell he was nervous too. This was all new, and it was happening fast. But I knew I trusted him, and I knew I desired to be dominated by him. My dripping slit agreed that this was everything I wanted.
"Yes Master." I finally said. "I want to be your submissive at the least, but I'm happy to be your slave. I promise to always be available to use, and to not say no when you want to use my body. I trust you to keep me safe and take care of me. I promise to use my safeword if I feel you are pushing past what I can handle."
I was proud of myself for saying all that without panting. My body was so on edge I was pretty sure as soon as he touched me I was going to cum.
He set his drink down and smiled at me as he stood and walked over to my couch. He pulled me up into his arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. I pressed my body against his, feeling the heat of his chest press against my nipples through his open shirt and my thin blouse. He tangled his hands in my hair and as suddenly as the kiss had started he pulled me gently away from him and looked directly into my eyes.
"Strip for me, Kitten." He left me standing in front of the loveseat as he once again sat in his chair and picked up his glass. He smiled appreciatively over his drink as I started unbuttoning my blouse and he could see my creamy flesh come into view.
"Your nipples look nice and hard. Did you enjoy going all afternoon without a bra?" His eyes were dark and smoldering as he watched me. I continued to take the blouse off as I answered truthfully.
"It was embarrassing, Master. Knowing that people could be looking at my chest and seeing my nipples or watching my breasts bounce. But it turned me on very much to know that it would please you, and that I was doing as you'd asked." I left the last part unsaid, hoping he wouldn't notice, but he always seemed to know when I was leaving something out.
"And...?" He let the question hang, raising one eyebrow as he waited for the rest.
"It made me wet, Master."
"Be specific Kitten. Tell me what made you wet today. Was it just pleasing me, or something more?"
"I liked...the embarrassment. The humiliation. I'm ashamed to say it but it made me wet that you asked me to do something so humiliating. I felt like everyone must know that I was not wearing a bra. That I was wearing the balls you gave me. And that humiliation made me so wet, even though I know logically that no one really knew, and even if they did see my nipples they probably thought nothing of it."
My cheeks flushed as I started to lower first my skirt, and finally my underwear, until I stood naked in front of him.
He smiled darkly at me, obviously pleased with my answer and my obedience. "Come kneel at my feet. Good slaves spend a lot of time kneeling, so you will need to get used to it."
He tossed a pillow on the hard floor, and I complied immediately, with a quick 'Yes Master' as I settled to my knees in front of him. He pushed his foot between my knees and pushed outward, silently telling me to spread my legs for him.
"Good girl. I am glad you were honest with me. It is important that you tell me what makes you wet and horny. I want to be able to keep you aroused for me as often as possible."
He reached into a bag I hadn't noticed sitting beside his chair. "I did a little shopping today too. I am anxious to see what you purchased, but I thought you might enjoy seeing what I chose first." He smiled almost wickedly, and I did my best to keep breathing as I waited to see what he'd bought.
As his hand came out of the black bag, I saw what looked like a small leather dog collar. "This collar is a sign of your obedience. If you accept it, anytime you wear it, remember that your body belongs to me. You will wear it whenever I ask, or any time I tell you we are training. I will not ask you to wear it in public, although in future I might purchase a day collar for exactly that purpose. Do you accept my collar and everything I just said?"
I swallowed at the thought of wearing a collar like a dog. But the response from my body was loud and clear.
"Yes Master, I accept your collar, and will wear it when you ask or when we are training." I said clearly, lifting my hair out of the way. He leaned forward and placed it around my neck, pulling it snug before doing up the clasp. He looked into my eyes as he stroked my hair gently. I'd always liked the feel of his hands in my hair or on my head. Somehow the gesture changed while I was collared and kneeling at his feet. It felt possessive, and I felt owned. My body shuddered again, and he smiled.
He reached back into his bag and pulled out a small leather riding crop. I took a deep breath and willed myself to stay calm as I watched him stroke the length of it with his fingers while he watched my reaction. He reached out with the leather end and I closed my eyes, waiting for the strike to land.
"Eyes on me, Kitten." He said with a growl, and lightly tapped the inside of my thigh to get my attention. My eyes shot open and I looked directly into his, holding his gaze as he caressed my body with the new implement. He stroked it up and down my thighs, carefully missing my mound, and then continued around my body and over my ass. The crop travelled up my back and down my sides before bringing it back up to the edge of my breasts. He slowly circled the outer flesh and caressed gently across the nipple on one side and then the other. I was relaxing into his caresses when I heard a louder crack and felt stinging fire radiate out from a spot on my right breast.
