I walked into the apartment, tossing my day timer on the desk and flopping into an overstuffed chair. Kicking off my heels and wiggling my toes, it felt good to get off the shoes. It had been an exceptionally long day at work and I found myself looking forward to relaxing the rest of the night.
Sliding down each stocking from my thighs, rolling the satiny stocking over my knees I smoothed then over each calf and then freeing my tiny feet. I tossed aside the stockings. After sitting there for quite a few minutes I finally forced myself from the chair. I paused at the answering machine. It's light blinked briefly, before I pushed the button.
There was a message from my sister. I listened then hit the button to go to the next message. It was a man's voice asking if my windshield needed to be repaired. Shaking my head almost irritably I deleted that one. I pushed the play button again and my breath caught in my throat. The voice speaking to me now was so familiar and my body even recognized it. I began to tremble and I felt the familiar dampness begin to grow in my crotch.
The voice on the other end was my son, my Master. He had moved out of the house a few months before and although we still spend time together it was not as often. I was surprised to hear his voice now and knew instantly, and it was not a son calling his mother. My master's voice instructed me to shower, dress to his description and meet him at the front door at 9pm sharp. I quickly deleted the message then forced myself to breath. What did He have planned tonight?
Glancing up at the clock it struck 7pm. I did not have much time to prepare. With a light step brought on by the authority in his voice suddenly I bounded up the steps. Once inside my bedroom I removed the blouse and my bra. Pausing to gaze at my tits, full and tipped with coral nipples I noticed they had already begun to harden. I could not help but moan remembering all those times his lips had been wrapped around each taut bud or even his teeth tugging and nipping, threatening to rip the nipple from the breast and how wonderful it felt. I cupped each one with the palm of my small hand. Master loved my breasts He said.
Removing my skirt and panties I kicked them aside. Master had allowed the hair over my cunt to grow just a bit but I had to keep it perfectly trimmed at all times. Most of it was still smooth except for the patch just atop my slit. I knew if I slid my fingertips to my cunt it would be wet, but I did not dare. Master had taught me well not to touch without permission. I flew into the shower. The pelting droplets of water almost like a million needles stinging into my skin, awakening it. My belly burned.
Finishing the shower I towel dried my body then selected Masters favorite lotion and began to coat my body well with it. My own touch was torture. Master had taught me how to let my senses rule and had brought my body to heights I had never known existed. He had instructed me to dress in a particular fashion, which kind of puzzled me.
I laid out the short skirt designed in tiger stripes. The material was flimsy and I was chewing my lip nervously knowing He would not allow a slip beneath it. He had also made it perfectly clear that no panties were to be worn. He wanted easy access to his slut. I slid the skirt up over my legs and thighs then fastened it in the back with the small hook. Again looking upon my ripe tits, no bra. This was insane. He was dressing me up as a slut. Surely he would not take me into public like this? I plucked out the white spaghetti strapped top he had indicated. As I pulled it over my head I almost wanted to cry. There in plain view to anyone were my dark nipples taut and perfectly seen through this top. He must have some thing private in mind surely to dress me thusly. I laughed and went about finishing up with my instructions. Fastening the strap on the last pump I stood before the full length mirror.
I had obeyed his orders perfectly and stood there shocked. I looked like a cheap slut that belonged on a street corner. It was if there was a neon sign flashing: Slut for use. Jus to just glance at me anyone would see me as a whore. It is what he wanted and I was thankful that my body allowed such dress. I knew he would never take me into public like this. It was simply too risky. We lived in a small town and the chances of running into someone we knew was more than likely.
I peeked at the clock. It was 830 pm. I made my way down the stairs into the kitchen and popped open a wine cooler. Leaning against the counter I sipped it trying to calm my nerves. Digging in my purse I made sure the toys he wanted were in there. There was a small device called the butterfly. It strapped to my thighs and then teased and hummed against my clit. It had a small battery operated controller with fresh batteries, again as instructed. I had also a set of nipple clamps inside as well as a smaller dildo and a larger one.
I heard His truck pull up outside and since I was told to meet Him out there i grabbed my purse and raced for the door. The passenger door was open and before I could climb in he made me stand there. I could feel His eyes drinking in every inch of me, seeking for perfection. My hot twat throbbed just from being beneath his scrutiny. I knew my nipples strained against the flimsy top. He smiled that smile of His then told me to get in.
As we drove he told me he was very proud of how well I had obeyed his instructions. I wanted to ask what was in store for the night but knew it was not my place. Occasionally, Master would reach over and stroke my nipple, or tug it. I would of been happy to beg His cock right there and then but I knew he had plans that could not be delayed.
It was a hot summer night and I felt that nothing could take me from this high. I was with my master and soon he would master me the way he only could allowing me total completion. It was with a start I looked up to see a local bar/restaurant. It was where many locals hung out and the parking lot was packed. Master parked then looked at me. I could only shake my head.