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She meets her Master for the very first time, face to face... |
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Seeing you standing there, hesitatingly, I advance toward you as you motion for me to come to you. I am fearful, but very aroused. I stop within a few feet of you. Submissively, I look up at you. I can feel a wild-eyed pleading expression stretch across my face. I see the pleasure of my submission in your masterful expression. Staring commandingly into my eyes, you grab me and pull me close, not ever speaking a word. You sense that I am afraid, but very excited. Your grip tightens. You know that I am testing you and the strength of your resolve. Feeling your overpowering strength as you hold me forcefully against you letting me know who is in control, I writhe in delicious surrender against your hard body. I tremble at your touch, your musky scent filling my senses as you plunder my mouth with yours, kissing me demandingly. I moan in wanton desire in response to your passionate assault. My body quivers, my heart thumps madly, my stomach knots, and my knees grow weak. I am not used to being this close to a man or being touched this way. Heat pools between my thighs. I momentarily entertain the idea of escape, fear clouding my senses. But even if I do, where would I go? How would I explain myself? The paradox of being in a strange place, with someone I’ve never met in person before, and not knowing exactly what to expect throws me completely off balance. I sense that you know that full well and have used it to your advantage. My nipples tighten violently and my clit twitches anxiously as I realize your complete mastery of the situation and the feeling of being completely at your mercy. You lean close to my ear. “You will call me Master, understand?” I’m taken aback by the forcefulness in your voice and try to squirm free. I’m so aroused, but can’t shake the underlying current of fear coursing through me. My mouth is parched. My voice sticks in my throat. I can’t seem to form the words. “You’d better answer me. You know you will be punished for not answering me right away…” Your voice trails off. “But…” I choke out. “No excuses. Now answer my question.” “Yes.” My lips are quivering and my body shaking. “Yes, what?” Blurting out the only thing I can bring to my lips, “Yes, Master.” “Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?” The intensity and sarcasm in your voice makes my legs grow weaker and my body melt into your rough embrace. Sensing the rhetorical nature of the question, I shake my head no. Creaming myself, more moisture trickles down my thighs. I blush. “Come now, time to go. Training begins now.” I am rendered speechless by your uncompromising control of the situation as you lead me to the car. As we get closer, I try to pull back, fear once again causing an instinctive reaction. Your firm grip tightens further as your force me up against the car, the front of my body pressed harshly against the hard metal. You press your body harshly up against mine. I feel your hardness against my backside and jump. The position of my body and your strength render me helpless. “That infraction will cost you.” “I’m sorry. I’m afraid.” “That does not change the price I will exact from you for your disobedience.” “Please…” “You must learn to obey me without hesitation. Now, what do you say?” “Huh?” “Answer me.” Searching my mind frantically, I respond, “Yes, Master.” Backing away from my body just a little you command, “Now turn and face me, arms out.” Slowly and apprehensively I turn to face you, holding my arms out. The clamp of hardened steel renders my arms useless. I notice the length of chain dangling from the chain between my wrists. I wonder silently what it’s for. I don’t have to wait long. Opening the door, you usher me in clamping the seatbelt around me. I can hear my breathing become more labored, the beating of my heart nearly deafening me. Searching the interior of the car with my eyes, I gasp as I see a length of soft, coiled rope smiling up at me from the backseat. The butterflies in my stomach have now become bumblebees. My mind races out of control. Entering from the driver’s side, you sit behind the wheel. Glancing over at me you see the wild-eyed expression on my face. You chuckle, sending shivers up my spine. Reaching around you bring your seatbelt around your lap securing the end of the chain between my wrists to your seatbelt. I now realize that I am completely under your control and at your mercy. I will not be able to escape. |
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