“8:32”

“You’re late!” was her greeting at the door.

“My apologies, Sir. I had to wait for the elevator. I apologize.”

“Why did you not use the stairs?”

“Sir, three flights?” she offered. “And in these heels you instructed me to wear? I would have been even later if I had.”

The entry area was large enough allowing her to pass without contacting me in any way. Saying I was anxious to have her did not describe the depth of the anticipation which had swollen with each exchange. Door closed and the deadbolt set, I returned my attention to her carelessness.

“Are you telling me that you planned poorly for your first private encounter with me? That you should have given yourself more time to primp yourself for me?”

I paused slightly to bore into her silence through her downturned eyes. I softened my voice only slightly and continued, “You have always been open and honest with me. Why are you making excuses for your mistake now? You know I require your trust to demand your obedience. And now, when we finally meet in person, you show none.”

“Sir, I was careless. You have my word I will not fail you again,” she replied very quietly.

That trust had been developed by her all the time having been only honest and all the time completely open with me from the outset. For months we had chatted on-line, later by phone, about our shared attitudes, our core motivations, sexual likes, expectations, and past experiences. After a public meeting, the bridge connecting us, I knew, was secure. She knew the root of my Dominance; and I, the foundations of her submissive desires. We had each taken care to create that trust before arranging this inevitable private meeting.

“Follow me.”

I had loved the condominium from the moment I had first set foot in it. Located on a point of land accessed by a private causeway, it was not often found by casual walkers or drivers. The marble floors in the hallways connecting its rooms now clacked against her stilettos dutifully following. Ceilings rising to the angles of its building’s rooflines mirroring the ones of her breasts against her blouse. Massive windows revealing the creek weaving through the marshes much as the slit of her straight skirt offered glimpses of her legs. The main room offered an unobstructed, two-hundred-and-seventy degree panorama of the bay and the city lights of the barrier islands to the East. Tempted as I was to turn and admire the panorama I knew well, I stopped short to her view and turned at the door to my own bedroom.

As I entered, I reached to open a closet door to a space I had made available for her with unused hangers at the ready. A few more steps placed me next to a bureau. I opened ever-so- slightly the top left drawer which I had also prepared for her earlier that afternoon.

“Remain here.”

I continued beyond the bed to a large, upholstered chair in front of the stationery panel of a sliding door overlooking the pool three floors below. I settled into its familiarly comfortable cushions and crossed my leg. Relaxed, I watched her standing where I had placed her.

“Thank you for dressing as I had described. You look lovely. The cut, the colors, the materials. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied brightly, regrouping from my verbal scolding at the door. “The suggestions you gave me were specific enough to meet, but I appreciate the latitude you gave me to add for myself. My own touches. I am glad you approve.” Her smile reinforced her recovering pride.

“I wonder. While you dressed yourself this evening, did you realize those small choices you made were the last ones you would make tonight? That the ‘touches of yourself’ were the last you would see of the everyday you for the remainder of this evening?”

“No, Sir,” she answered quietly.

“‘No’ is a word I dislike. In fact, I hate it. You will learn not to use it when I ask you a question.” The certainty of my tone made its warning unmistakable. Her face reflected her vulnerability. I continued by switching to my instructional voice.

“I will save you the embarrassment of not knowing the question to which your appropriate response is, ‘No, Sir.’ Listen to me carefully. That question is, and I spoke slowly, pausing between each word. ‘Is there anything I cannot do with you?’ Answer now, please.”

“No, Sir.”

Do you realize that by answering ‘No’ to a question containing a negative word that you are making a positive statement? Positive statements do please me.” I paused to allow her time to consider my question. “Do you figure out that I want only positive answers coming from that pretty mouth of yours?”

In time, her answer came. “Yes, Sir.”

“Make the question into a statement. Please take the time to think carefully. I would hope I will not have to continue prompting correct answers from you.”

I admired her physically as she thought. Not really short, edging toward medium height but properly elevated by heels tall enough to test her calves nicely. Wide hips and a significant slope from the small of her back. Pressure straining the panel of her tucked blouse. Hair perfectly in place and a gloss properly applied to shapely lips beginning to shape her answer.

“Sir, you may do whatever you would like with me,” she offered finally with a matter-of-fact statement.

My facial expression did not express my delight although I recognized her attempt at confidence. I had decided very early-on that she was bright and realized that she knew what she was. Wanting to push her beyond her presumed success, I challenged her.

“The message of your response is very correct, but you have used one word that requires your reconsideration. Change the word ‘may.’ Again, please.”

She had shown comfort in remaining in-place and relatively composed under my questioning. But before her answer came, the slight shifting that preceded her answer betrayed her surety.

“Sir, you will do whatever you would like with me.”

“Then you figure out,” I asked simply.

“Yes, Sir, I figure out.” Every quality of her voice reflected acceptance. She shielded her eyes by looking down again, but I could see the same acceptance behind her carefully-shadowed eyelids.

“Remove your blouse and skirt. You will discover hangers for them in the closet I have left opened for you.”

Much as I knew she wanted out of her prescribed outfit, the realization of her circumstance seemed to quiet her movements as she moved slowly toward the open closet door. Glancing quickly to be sure the hangers were there as promised, she began with the upper buttons. The motions of her arms were sure, but her fingers seemed not to be obeying her mind.

“Face me as you do,” I added simply.

Having started at her throat, the flash of white satin soon appeared. Two buttons later, when she pulled the tails from her waistband, there had seemed an almost desperation to be done with the blouse she was now arranging on the hanger. As she had shifted to slide the sleeves down her arms, the press against the cups had been pronounced. Watching her handle it, I had noted how the thin straps of the bra appearing at her shoulders strained against its intended function. Now, as she turned fully back to me, she released the button and slid down the zipper of the black, straight skirt. Still I said nothing; but when she placed a hand on the bureau to steady herself and complete the task, I stopped her.

“Take your hand away from the furniture. Learn that when you require support, you will look to me and ask me for it. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let the skirt drop to the floor.”

Her fingers let go the needless adornment. It rustled against her stockings as it fell to drape her ankles.

“Now you may step-out properly. Turn your back to me, bend, and pick it up. Legs as straight as feasible.”

Like a dancer, her head led her turn, momentarily exposing the hint of a beginning blush. But with her back now to me and bending to gather her finery, I was sure the flow of blood downward intensified her reaction to my directive.

“Stop there,” I directed as she grasped it with her carefully manicured fingers. “Straighten one leg and slightly bend the knee of the other. Remain in that position.”

She complied and froze. The tilt of her hips created interesting angles. The patterned tops of her stockings were now uneven with the higher one showing her musculature straining its delicacy pattern. The curves of her panties no longer mirrored one another as the straightened cheek moved ever so slightly higher to expose more of her. The waistband, once riding low and straight across her hips, was at a slant as though out of balance.

“You are a gorgeous woman. And I like gorgeous things. I like to look at them. Especially when they have taken pains to make themselves that way for me. I waited a moment for her to absorb my appreciation before resuming. “Tell me. Are you feeling the stress of being in an awkward position for a prolonged time?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. This night, I will put you in many of them. But you may be sure you will find them… liberating. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And that is what you want from me isn’t it? To be pushed for your mind to go quiet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“While your body screams?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. That is what I want as well. And I know you want me to have what I want. So hang your skirt in the closet. Afterwards, I’m sure that beautiful bra is something else you would like to remove for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I watched as she took the hanger. Her fingers were steadier now. Her movements more assured. With the skirt now attached to it, she turned her head as she placed the hanger on the rod. The familiar action was bolstering her courage.

“You may have noticed,” I said as she pushed the closet door shut, “that I have not used your name. Know I will not until I find it appropriate. And that will be some time from now. But, the bra. There is a place for it in the bureau drawer to your left. I have left it ajar so you will recognize the proper one.”

Her movements were enthusiastic now. The arms going behind her back to reach the clasp displayed her fullness only briefly as she unhooked it quickly. Her cleavage was enhanced as her arms came forward to start its slide away from her torso. In a single motion, she guided the straps and cups into a frilled package and reached for the appointed drawer, opening it enough to deposit it in its place. Done, she stood proud and straight, thumbs hooked in the waistband of what remained, hoping for my direction.

“In the back of the same drawer you will find an object. It is for you. Remove it, please.” I kept my voice cold to prepare her for it.

She opened the drawer enough to accommodate her hand and began exploring. Finding nothing, she opened it farther to reach her forearm into the back of it. Deep in one corner, her movements froze at the touch of the metal. Recognizing the links, it rattled as she drew it out slowly, knowing what it was but hesitant to see it in her own hand.

“You recognize what it is, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

And what it is intended for? Its purpose? And that it is for my convenience, is it not?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you like to put it on yourself?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I am anxious to see it on you. When you are ready, turn to the mirror and admire yourself while I admire you.”

I was anxious for her reaction. I would not put it on her myself. But perhaps it was too much. Maybe this was too soon. I was prepared to even hear her safeword. I was prepared to continue our evening without it. But for me to know the level of her courage was important for what was to come. I wanted to be confident in her resolve.

She prepared it properly. Her head never dipped. Eyes straight into the mirror, she raised it and allowed its weight to be supported by the back of her neck. Holding it confidently with her fingers, she rotated it until the ring hung on the line between her breasts. Standing quietly, admiring her reflection, she added a smile of happiness and approval as she secured it.

“Clip the lead in place. But remember: The lead is mine.”

She turned back to face me directly. Clip in hand, she fastened herself and slipped the leather loop over an up-turned finger.

“Lovely,” I said very caringly. “You look wonderful.” My obvious admiration widened her smile still more. The brightness of her eyes intensified.

“Sir, if I may ask a question?”

“Of, course you may.”

“May I bring you what is yours?”

She went to her knees; then added her hands to the floor.

There would be no clacking on the marble this night.

She placed the leash handle in her mouth and crossed the floor.

9:05

“Slowly. Head up. Look at me while I look at you.”

She slowed her pace, locking eyes with me. My gaze being her guide, the inches she crawled felt like miles. Her breast dangling beneath, her plump ass trailing behind. And the need to reach my chair growing deep within. She was unsure how I was able to gain full access to her submission, but she knew she needed to hand me that leash handle giving herself over to me.

“You’ll come to my feet and stop, kneel, and don’t speak. Nod if you figure out!” I said as she closed in the gap between us.

She quickly nodded as she reached my boots. She moved as graceful as her trembling body would allow, as she sat upon her heels and placed her hands palm up on her thighs. Instinctively she looked down just as the tip of my boot caught her chin raising her head back up. She has been beaten down, I knew she’d require corrections and reassurance. The gentle reminder to not break free from my eyes spoke deeper inside of her than any words could reach.

I stand to walk around her, admiring this woman before me. Seeing her in this humble position, knowing she is all mine for the taking. I can’t help but to kneel beside her and whisper into her ear “You’re about to give yourself away, become my muse. This is the last chance you’ll get tonight to change your mind. The moment I take the handle, there’s no turning back. “

Before I could stand again, she reached to her mouth and removed the leather loop. Her shaking hand outstretches and offers me that which will change her life forever.

9:20

Letting the coolness of the chain touch her hardened nipples, I begin possessing her body. Claiming what is now mine. Watching her come alive, flushing, and gasping for air as the metal brushes her breast. I replace the cold metal with my warm fingertips, gently pinching each of those tightened nipples. Her head goes back, searching for my face again, locking eyes with mine.

“You look so hard like you are trying to enslave my soul with those eyes, girl. You are trying to withstand what your mind wants, what your body is craving and what your soul needs. Let go my dear, you are free here. Free to become the slave you desire to be. Allow yourself to feel again, feel the power as it leaves you and enters me.” I said sharply.

Her body, mind and soul responded to those words as I knew they would, and she wrapped her arms around my leg as she let herself go. It brought tears to her eyes as I drained her inner being. I pulled her closer to me with the leash, bent down and kissed her hard as I groped her breast again with my other hand.

Breaking from the kiss I yanked her to her feet, pulled her over to my chair, pushed her down onto the seat and pushed her legs apart with my knee. She was wet and glistening in the soft light. I slid my hand down her body, crossing her stomach and brushing the baldness between her legs.

9:48

She winced from this unknown pleasure I was drawing out of her. She wasn’t used to a gentle touch that brought on more pleasure than she’s ever felt, pleasure that years of inflicted pain could never compare to. As my fingers traced the outlines of her body, she was coming alive again. She had been dead inside for so long that she had forgotten what living was. I felt her coldness melting away and this warming being reacting to forgotten feelings. Her body was now mine, her mind a door opening to reveal what had been locked away. My lips and tongue following behind my fingers, tasting her skin as it became hotter with every touch. By the end of this session, she will know what it means to be wanted and worthy of positive pleasures.

10:19

When I placed my teeth into her inner thigh, the edges of my beard brushing against her opening pussy, she lifted her ass trying to get more. With a firm well planted smack across her swollen clit, she knew I didn’t give her permission for anything and that she will need to be patient. Biting my way up and down both thighs, teasingly toying with her. She was edging, whimpering and her breathing was very sporadic. I knew all I had to do was say “cum” and she would have flooded me, the chair, herself, and the floor most likely. But not yet, no she’ll wait a little longer. I kiss her swollen clit and lick her wet slit from the bottom back up to her clit before taking her whole pussy into my mouth. She was throbbing so intensely I wasn’t sure how long I could continue to tease before she would go over the edge and explode. But I pushed her to that brink before stopping the assault my mouth was giving.

I pulled my face away and looked at her lust filled eyes; they were pleading with me to please let her have an orgasm. And I stood up!

10:34

“Unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants, and unzip my zipper slowly. Bend down and untie my boots, slip them off. Remove my socks as well. Stand. Walk to the closet and take the other two hangers from inside the door. Bring them back over here. Remove my shirt, hanger it. Now my pants, hang them as well. Take them back to the closet. Good girl!” I command.

Before she can come out of the closet I am there, right there. I am there standing behind her, kissing her neck and enjoying this trembling muse before me. I wonder if she knows I want her right now as much as she needs me to take her body. She leaned back against me, filling the empty space between our bodies and making it very hard for me. I wanted to push her over and take her right there at the edge on the closet, against the door frame. But I mustered the control needed to resist and twirl her around, so she was facing me again. Breathing her in.

Gazing into her soul that was now just as exposed as the rest of her, I took her hand leading her to the bed. I sat down pulling her to me, using her leash that lay loose against her flushed skin.

“Down to your knees, tell me girl what you want.” I spoke.

“Sir, I want you!” her shaking voice spoke back.

“What do you want, girl?” I asked again.

“Sir, I want you to take my body, claiming me, owning me, making me yours.” She said with confidence and the assurance that I needed to hear this woman before to have.

“Show me girl how much you want this, want me, my body to claim yours. Show your Master, you desire him.” I demanded.

10:53

Before I could move an eyebrow, she was taking my hard manhood in between her moist lips and using her tongue to wet my cock. She didn’t break eye contact as she enveloped me inside of her wanton mouth. With poise and grace, she became the who she had longed to become for so long. She was free yet belonged to me.

11PM

I lifted her from her knees and sat her next to me on the bed, laying her back I gave her what she wanted, I allowed her to have what she needed, her deepest desires and the key to unlocking her inner slave that’s been begging for years to be allowed to surface. In my bed right now she’s being resurrected from the depths of the dark prison she had been trapped in for far too long. And I am the lucky bastard she’s chosen to give herself to!