She arrived at his door five minutes early and contemplated when to ring the bell. She was unaccustomed with being on time for anything, let alone being early. Her heart beat heavy with excitement and the skin on her forearms dully ached. Finally one of her arms reached out and rang the bell.
He opened the door with a genuine expression of pleasure. What was she expecting? A somber intense glare? Maybe not quite that but he looked like a child opening a present, void of anything else except delight. She has never seen that expression on him before.
"Come in." He says. There it is, she thinks, that depth of voice. It sooths her heightened nerves. "Please take off your shirt." The door closes.
Already?
She thinks. Her core clenches.
"What a beautiful form you have." His fingers trace along her left breast on the outside of the bra. "Off with this too." He grins and waits.
She worries he thinks her fat without any clothes. Her breasts too weighed down, not perky enough. Unable to resist him though, she overcomes her doubts.
Her flesh responds to the cool air and her nipples pucker. His hand reaches towards them and she sucks in a quick breath.
"It's alright. The initial sensation might overwhelm but my touch will sooth it. All of you, in time."
Contact.
Hardened callused skin against her own over-sensitized flesh.
Her mouth opens in a small gasp, it's the only way she can get enough air in. Raggedly she exhales.
"You feel magnificent. I am honored to possess you." His fingers graze her cheek and lightly brush over her lower lip. "Let us begin."
The thick black leather collar is padded on the inside with a fine grain leather in purple. The sound of the buckle being set, metal clinking against metal, effects them both. It is as if she does not know what comes next or what has ever happened before this moment. He can only stare at the contrast between her pale pink skin and the collar she let him claim her with.
"And now for the chain." The clasp weighs heavily on the back of her neck. She is acutely aware of the cool metal running down the side of her naked kneeling body.
"I have someone to introduce you to. His name is Mr. Bovine." He strokes her hair with great affection, loving the soft strands warmed from her heat. "He will be your caregiver. And you will treat him as your master."
Had she agreed to this? Part of her feels confused and almost betrayed. Yet what did it matter anymore? Her master wanted her to be well taken care of and she thinks it best to view it as a sign of respect.
"Mr. Bovine is going to give you a gift. Show him and me how much it pleases you."
Mr. Bovine had entered the room at his introduction and now stands in front of her. His hands go to his belt, then his zipper. He removes his semi erect penis and then pulls out his balls.
She looks up at her master with a hint of a smile and a pleading look. He nods.
She grins. Mr. Bovine has a beautiful uncut dick and she wants to feel it in her mouth. Leaning forward, she licks the tip of Mr. Bovine's penis as he strokes his shaft. His hips rock forward and she takes his head into her eager wet mouth. He continues stroking at the base while she works her tongue under his length, sucking him in and out.
Her master encourages with pressure on the back of her head. Moaning, she forces herself to gag on his now fully-grown member. Viscous spit drips from the tip when she pulls back.
Her skin tingles and her neck stretches to receive Mr. Bovine's cock fully in her mouth. She imagines what her master thinks of her tribute. Her nipples and pussy lips ache dully at the thought that she might be pleasing him. Humming with anticipation she squeezes her pussy again and again, rocking forward on her knees.
She takes the wet rod down again to the back of her throat. This time she suctions her lips as the head comes out, making a popping sound. Her master's hand clamps in her hair.
She knows she has pleased him.
"Enough." Mr. Bovine continues to stroke his shaft while she breathes heavily, staring up at her master. "You don't have to do much to persuade me. I think it is time to sate my need for you."
"Mr. Bovine, if you would... please get the room ready."
He moves to stand in front of her then crouches down almost to eye level. Her eyes sparkle and her cheeks are flush with color. He strokes her shoulder, then down the side of her arm. Then his hand splays over her hanging breast, fingers circling around her nipple. Her nipple cries out in delight when he squeezes it and she gasps. He releases her nipple yet continues to rub over it with his thumb. She lowers her lids letting his attentions wash sensation over her.
He kisses her then, his tongue caressing hers. She bites down on it and his guttural response had her pussy throbbing.
In the room a cushioned matt lays before her and she is asked to get on all fours. Assuming the position she spreads her legs and flexes her back. She wants what they offer.
He slaps her ass in appreciation. One of his fingers hits her puffy pussy lips. She watches intently as he licks her juices off his finger.
Please fuck me master,
she hopes.
