He and I met during early autumn of 2001, both of us prowling around the Internet chat-rooms, and being at the right place at the right time. In the way of Internet friendships, we grew intimately intense in a very short period. He knew right away we were meant for each other, but it took me a little while longer, about three days to be exact.
Within a week of that chance meeting, following many hours of discussion, we began to make plans for our future together in a D/s relationship. At the time, we had no idea where we might be going with this, but falling in love we started to build an on-line relationship. Now, six months on, we were living together, spending our time between Beijing, his flat in London and some with my family.
Richard, the Man I had come to love so desperately, the man who held my heart close to his own, and my libido in his hands, my loving and caring Master, (whom I sometimes referred to as: 'my hottie Dom,') this because he was so sexually inclined. This night he had planned a party for the purpose of introducing me to some of his friends. Four couples had been invited, all of them members of Richard's fetish club. Together, we had prepared the flat, cleaning and dusting, and rearranging our small flat to accommodate ten people, we thought it might be a tight squeeze, but it turned out to be okay.
As Richard had arranged small vases of deep red roses and rose scented candles, I had spent the morning in the kitchen, baking fresh bread, grilling chicken, preparing salad and my very own dressing, and a lovely eight layer fruit parfait.
I was very pleased with the way the food turned out, and the flat, though modest, was shining, clean and scented throughout by the flowers and candles.
Richard had stocked the bar and a quick appraisal revealed several bottles of my favourite Australian Merlot! I vowed to have a glass of that in my hand long before the first guest arrived.
I had just finished my hair and makeup when He entered the bathroom and standing behind me gazed at our reflection in the mirror. His arms encircled my waist and laying his head on my shoulder, he spoke to our reflections "Now isn't this a pretty picture? Richard and his erotic One?" My heart melted, always surprised by this man's sensitivity, he knows just the thing to say.
I smiled at the reflection and turned to face him, looking into his eyes and sighing with the contentment of the moment. Chuckling, He reached down to give my butt a fond squeeze, followed by a brisk swat. "Now my erotic One, let's go see what is in the wardrobe for you to wear tonight." Furrowing my brow, I followed him into our bedroom wondering why he had taken a sudden interest in my clothing tonight. Entering our walk-in, he flipped easily through my many dresses, but his examination was thorough.
A wide smile appeared on his face as he turned holding a new lavender silk dress, the neckline slashed very deeply to the waist. "This will suit admirably my love, but I want only your stockings on underneath; just the dress, stockings and sandals."
I changed into the clothing he had chosen, my Master having the right to choose what I wore, especially on a night like this, and our first evening entertaining. As I pulled on my thigh-high stockings, I caught him staring at me from the doorway. I straightened up, approaching him slowly, twirling on my toes giving him the full view, and lifting the hem to my waist. He saw that I had followed his instructions to the letter, my shaven pussy beautifully exposed. "Come," he said, beckoning me into the living room. He held two glass of wine ready for us and we sat together for a few minutes of togetherness before our guests were due to arrive.
"Darling I have some surprises planned for you this evening." Immediately my heart began to pound! "Do you trust me Beloved?" He asked. I assured him of this and he continued, "Tonight I will test your devotion to me, your faith in me, and your obedience to me. It is my wish to see you pleasured, and if my friends ask permission to use you, I will grant it, do you understand?" I felt the blood draining from my face, as fear sunk its fangs into my gut. "Master no, I cannot!" Immediately his face became darker, the jaw set and momentarily his eyes blazed. He rose from the sofa to tower over me. "I am not asking your permission my erotic One, however we shall discuss the activities so that you will know what I expect from you, I assure you that the pleasure will be all yours."
He crossed the room to a cupboard and returning with his riding crop, the symbol of his authority, he held it before me and I held my tongue. He has never had to punish me and I am loath to feel it used for that purpose. Pacing the room he looked directly at me as he spoke. "There will be 8 men and women here shortly and I know that you will attend to them as a good hostess should. You have prepared an excellent buffet of which you should be justly proud and I will tend bar."
"All that you need to do is greet each couple, take their coats and lead them to the bar. When our guests have arrived, I shall introduce you to the group as my erotic One. I want to see a curtsey to me, and then to the group and a smile lighting your face the whole time. Do you follow me so far darling?" He asked.
I nodded in agreement, still not trusting my words and he continued. "I will be playing some of the music you love to dance to, and I expect to see you dancing for your own enjoyment, just as you would do it for me. You should invite the other subbies to join with you. Thus allowing me the time to visit with my Dom friends and all of us time to enjoy the beauty of our women as they dance." I smiled at him; my Master knows how much I love to dance.
"At some point, I will come to you and hold my hand out to you. Take it and follow without a word. Not one word, you understand. I will tell you to lie on the coffee table, and you are to lie on your stomach with your knees resting on the floor either side of the table legs. I am then going to bind your knees to the legs of the table, and you will extend your body out as far as you can, reaching your arms up to grasp the end of the table. I will tie your wrists to the opposite end. You are to lay perfectly still and absolutely quiet. You may moan and whimper, but if I hear a single word, I shall gag you immediately."
"At no point will I leave your side my erotic One, my darling, you are my most precious treasure and you have my word that no harm will befall you. Listen to my voice and obey my every command. Anyone that wishes to use you will ask my permission."
"Now, do you have questions? Do you understand exactly what is expected of you?" He slapped the crop against his open palm, and gulping air, I nodded, eyes riveted on the crop in His hands. "Master please don't allow anyone to discipline me, I know they are your friends but I do not know them and fear discipline at the hands of a stranger."
