He reached out and gently pressed the doorbell with his finger. The nervous energy running through his body was more than just a mild distraction. She had requested this meeting be at her house which caused his imagination to run wild. For the last two weeks she had only responded to two of his emails with links to recordings for him to listen to. She encouraged daily listening to strengthen his 'training'. A voice inside always told him he was crazy for going along with this, but he ignored it and kept doing as she asked. He was taking care of all her savings at no charge and yet he felt himself wanting to do more for her.
The door opened and there she stood before him with a bright smile on her face. During the last two visits she had dressed smart and sexy, today she simply wore a blue t-shirt and cotton pink shorts that fit snuggly on her body. He found it even more attractive.
As his eyes took her in, she laughed softly, "did you miss me slave?"
At the word slave he felt a pleasure wave run through him, "yes Domina," came the reply he was growing accustomed to saying. It was not just a reflex anymore, he looked forward to using the title which he knew was only to be used in private.
"I'm so pleased to hear it," she replied as she motioned him through the doorway.
He stepped inside and waited for her to close the door before following her out of the entryway into the next room that had a white couch at one end. The couch drew his attention because he had heard her speak of it in the recordings she had sent him.
"What's wrong my baby?" she looked to where his eyes had travelled. "Recognize it? Does it excite you to know that it really exists?"
Taking a deep breath he replied, "yes Domina."
"Are you forgetting something slave?" she asked looking at him with one hand on her hip. She looked him up and down as if in askance.
Suddenly he realized she wanted him undressed and he slowly started disrobing, "that's right slave, you'll feel so much more comfortable when you have nothing on...well except for one thing," she walked over to a small end table by the couch and picked up what appeared to be a tie. "Now this is a business meeting and since you are performing professional services in worship to me, I thought a more professional collar would do."
As he finished taking off the last of his clothes, he noticed the black tie she held had purple writing all over it. He could make out the letters 'PODS' all over it in a diagonal pattern. She stepped up to him and placed it around his neck as she started to tie it, "this is your new collar for when we are together like this. You are now Property Of Domina Shelle slave." She gently pushed the knot up to the base of his neck, "feel that snug collar of my control wrap around you," he had hardly realized the steady flow of tingles throughout his body until her words caused a sudden rush through him. His cock had started to harden as soon as he saw her, but now it twitched as he stood naked in front of her.
