(Some parts of the story are based fact, but for the most part this story is totally fictitious, based on my two deepest fantasies coming true. The first one being the meeting with the online Master, the second … well you will see. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.)
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Jenna chewed her lip nervously, glancing at the clock again, noting the time. She had arrived very early for this meeting, wanting to be here first. She hadn’t realized how nervous it would make her, checking the time every 5 minutes thinking he should be here by now. It was still 30 minutes before the time they were to meet and she had been waiting that long already. She was sitting in a far corner in a private booth. From her position she could see anyone who entered, but it would be difficult for him or her to see her.
She knew she looked good. She was a very petite woman with lush curves in all the right places; she had long waves of golden blonde hair hanging down her back and bright blue eyes framed by thick lashes. Many men had called her mouth kissable, she had full lips that always seemed to be begging for a kiss. Living in Florida had given her a rich golden brown tan. Knowing she turned heads wherever she went didn’t help her now though. She was afraid he wouldn’t be pleased, afraid he was expecting something else. She wasn’t fat, but she was very curvy, and had some meat on her bones.
Tonight she was going to meet the man she had called Master for over a year now. They had met online; she still couldn’t believe the intense relationship they had, considering they had never met. They would have met sooner, but circumstances, hers and his, had kept them apart. She had tried to date other men, thinking that they could never have a fully committed relationship. Things had changed 4 months ago, and now they were both free to pursue this bond they shared through the net. Neither knew if things would work, but they both agreed that they had to try, it would be torture not knowing.
They had agreed on tonight, she was shaking she was so nervous, she glanced towards the door and saw a man there, searching the room. She knew this it was him she could feel it, and she stared at him. Taking in his dark good looks, the muscles rippling beneath the dark blue shirt he wore, the way the black jeans seemed to be painted on, she could feel her heart rate increasing... nervously she stood up ... smoothing her sweaty palms over her hips. She had dressed as he requested, in a short black leather skirt and a red halter-top. She felt naked with no bra, and was sure every man present could tell she also wore no panties. Her blue eyes met the smoky gray of his as the hostess led him to her table, she barely noticed when the hostess left, both of them just stood there staring. Finally she remembered what her place was and whispered softly, "Hello Master."
She could see he hadn’t expected that, she was glad, she knew how he loved to hear those words from her when she called, she felt so in tune with him, she knew he owned her completely. Heart, mind, body and soul. And he had never even touched her physically.
He sat down and indicated she should do the same.
"Hello precious" he said once she had sat down across from him. "You are more beautiful than I could imagine."
His words sent shivers through her; she truly felt like the goddess that he so often called her.
"Master," she whispered. "I couldn’t imagine being happier than the day you collared me online, but today, meeting you has far surpassed that. I’m so glad we were able to do this. Even if things don’t work out, this is the moment I have been dreaming of for a year."
He smiled at her and told her he felt the same. The waitress came and they placed their drink orders, then both decided on what they wanted to eat and conversation turned to their likes and dislikes. They found that they both had pretty similar tastes, but because of her fight with her weight she rarely got what she liked most. She told him that was one of the things she had him to thank for.
"What’s that precious?"
She grinned and said he had taught her the ability to deny herself the things she enjoyed most and that is what had helped her lose weight.
He laughed and said he was glad he could help, but he knew what she looked like when she was heavy and wanted her then, too. It was her mind, her passion that he loved. She already knew he felt this way. They had discussed it often, but she was glad she was in better shape now she said with a wicked grin that promised many things. He smiled in understanding and said they would discuss those things later.
It was nearing 2am and the place would be closing soon. It was time to say goodnight so he walked her to her car. They stood there close together, barely touching, he smiled down at her and whispered "Precious, I love you, but this night has to end here, we will meet again, I promise."
She nodded, though she craved him so much, she understood. "I love you too Master, shall I call you later in the week?"
He said yes and they parted with a goodbye and a soft kiss. Her body was on fire she couldn’t remember being this excited, this sexually frustrated. She knew what he was doing; he wanted to make sure she was ready, as if she wouldn’t be ready for him, her Master.
She called him on Wednesday and he told her he had to go out of town and found out he would be gone for a week.
"I'm sorry precious, but you have always known I have a hectic schedule, I will see you Friday night when I get back. While I’m gone I have instructions for you. I want you to touch yourself everyday, rub your sweet little clit, pinch it for me, bring yourself to the edge of orgasm and stop. Friday we will meet at the same place. I want you to be there at 8pm no earlier and no later. Just before you leave I want you to bring yourself to the edge again. Do you understand?"
She trembled as she listened to him and whispered a hoarse yes.
"Very good, Precious." His voice was vibrated through the phone lines, her body was on fire for him, and it always was. "One other thing, Precious ... I want you to email me ... write to me about a fantasy ... your most outlandish fantasy."
She told him she would and hung up the phone. She quickly went to her computer and wrote the email. Describing her fantasy in explicit detail. Just that brought her to the edge and she groaned. It was going to be a rough week, the frustration was building in her every hour. She was hoping when he first told her he would be gone that she could at least masturbate, she hadn’t been expecting this.
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"Tonight’s the night," she murmured as she stepped from the shower. Reaching for a towel and drying herself off she reflected on the past week. She had done as instructed. Bringing herself to the edge of orgasm every day had left her feeling totally keyed up for tonight’s meeting. She glanced at the clock knowing she had better hurry. She went to her bureau and applied her makeup and brushing out her hair until it shined. She went to her closet and set out her outfit for the evening, a short red silk dress that emphasized her delectable curves. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on the black thigh highs she was wearing that night. Once again she was to go without any other undergarments. She glanced at the clock knowing now was the time to follow through with the last of her instructions.
She lay down on the bed, placing her feet flat on the mattress. Her hand moving between her spread legs she began circling her tender clit with a long nail. She moaned softly, already so close because of the past week. With her other hand she teased her already wet cunt, sliding two fingers in and out quickly, she began pinching her clit. Gasping and letting out small cries she was able to quickly bring herself to the edge. It happened so fast she almost let the pleasure take her over the edge. Sobbing she quickly stopped before disobeying him. Sliding off the bed she quickly dressed. Fixing her hair and makeup, she took one last look in the mirror and knew anyone seeing her would see a woman ready for sex. She groaned and stepped into her heels, grabbed her keys and practically ran to her car. She had 20 minutes to get to the restaurant.
As she navigated the late evening traffic her thoughts strayed... a nervous fluttering in her belly. She had checked her email constantly ... hoping for some response on the email she sent. But there was nothing. What was the purpose? She asked out loud to herself. Would he fulfill it? Doubtful. Maybe it was just another way to keep her on the edge of frustration and to keep her wondering ... what’s next.
Well she gave up that futile train of thought. With Brad, she never knew what was next. She reached the restaurant 5 minutes before 8, parked and walked in ... her legs slightly unsteady. She didn’t see him but was told by the hostess to wait at the bar.
Walking to the bar she noticed several men watching the sway of her hips and breasts. She felt a rush of excitement, knowing these men were turned on by her appearance. She made eye contact with each man, her clear blue eyes dark with sexual frustration.
At the bar she slid onto one of the high stools ... shivering as she felt the smooth glide of leather against her bare skin. She ordered Madras and smiled at the bartender. She guessed him to be 25. He had long blonde hair and blue eyes much like her own; he was maybe 5’6" with a slight build. He didn’t look dressed for work in a loose tank top and baggy jeans that rode his hips. She guessed him to be a surfer type.
She turned in her seat a bit and noticed two men sitting together at a table. Both dressed in their business suits, one in navy and the other in gray. The gentleman in navy was a bit on the short side, but still very handsome. His hair was brown and curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He had soft chocolate colored eyes and an almost boyish smile as he glanced at her.
She then turned her attention to the other man. He was wearing a tailored gray suit and looked like he just walked out of the pages of a GQ magazine. His dark hair was cut short perfectly styled. Definitely done by a professional, she thought. She used to go for that type, but they were usually smooth talkers with nothing to back up the words. She smiled at both men winking and then turned to check out the man to her right.
She gasped. This man was magnificent. Dark ebony skin, piercing black eyes and wide sensuous mouth ... 6’7", wide shoulders, huge arms. But he wasn’t fat; in fact there didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on him. He wore tight black pants and a skintight purple shirt. On some men the color would look silly, but contrasting with this man’s otherwise dark skin and clothes ... it was almost like art. She smiled at him and he smiled back. He was by far the most attractive of the men in the bar.
When he spoke his voice was a deep rumble, she could feel it to the tips of her toes, and her pussy clenched. Lord, he was lovely. She was so lost in the sound of his voice she had to ask him to repeat himself.
"I’m Devin. You must be Jenna?"
