jesiul
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I smile to myself, here I am driving half way across my state and half way into another to see a Master, I have not yet met. We have spoken online and on the phone, I have set up safe calls and know a few people close enough I could call for help. Shaking my head I wonder at the fact that an intelligent, attractive woman would do such a thing on a off chance she might actually meet a Master that would make her wish for a collar and a chance to shine in her submissiveness.
As I recall all of our chats and his deep voice I feel myself getting wet and my pussy tighten. I think to myself, “Darling; there is you answer.” I drive for five hours, stopping only for fuel and a quick bathroom break.
Earlier I had been on the beach and missed his phone call letting me know I was to start towards his home. The message was not happy; he had asked that I have my cell phone with me at all times, so that he could be in contact with me. I had said that I would, I wanted to hear from him and was anxious to go see him.
Unfortunately, while at Star Bucks I had dropped my phone displacing the battery and generally messing up the phone. When it was put back together, it still worked, but unknowingly had set its self on vibrate. So while having a wonderful day on the beach, I never heard a peep from him… I was to say the least NOT pleased, thinking that I had wasted my time; I began driving home without bothering to look at my phone.
I heard a noise from my purse, that you have voice mail beep, so I casually dug out my phone, only to see I had 12 missed calls 5 from, yes the Master I was to see, my heart sank. I hurried to listen to the line of voice mail, hitting next message as fast as possible until I heard his voice.
In a deep baritone sound I heard him say “ Sweetie, this is Master,” he follows with driving instruction, what he wants me to bring to wear, to drive safely, all in a steady gentle voice, he tells me he wants to hear from me as soon as I get this message so that he knows I am on my way. Then in a deep stern voice he says; “Sweetie, I have called several times and you have not answered your phone as agreed upon, you said you would have your phone with you at all times, when you get here you will be punished.”
I am shaken by the fact he thinks I have disobeyed him already, I can not dial his number fast enough, when he answers I tell him what has happened with the phone and apologize begging that he forgive me. With gentle understanding he listens and says, “I am glad you where not disobeying, but you will still be punished for your carelessness.” Then continues speaking as if nothing had happened so very sweet and loving like. My mind thinks at least he understands and is not upset, not registering the fact that he said I would still be punished.
When I arrive at his home, I know he will not be there; I retrieve the key from where he told me it would be, go in and call him at work, letting him know I am safely at his home. He tells me to shower and relax, he would be home in about and hour and a half.
I take a hot shower which relaxes me, but I have a headache from being in the sun all day and then driving for over 5 hours. I can tell it will be one of those headaches that if I don’t take something for will turn into a migraine. So I take a pill, leave him a note and retire to his bed.
I am in a deep sleep when he arrives, I don’t even hear him come in. He turns on a small closet light to undress. I am a small lump curled under the covers fast asleep, what he tells me is, I am a seductive form with long red hair spilled over his pillows and that he can barely walk from the room to shower before ravishing me.
I awake to his cool damp body pressed against me, he is tenderly brushing my hair from my face and asking me how my drive was, was I feeling alright. I answer yes I am fine, a little groggy but fine. We talk; he says he is amazed at my beauty, that most people don’t look as good as their pictures and that mine do not do me justice. My smiles and thank you pleased him. I tell him I am also pleased at how handsome he is in person. Our chat is casual for a time.
Then suddenly he wraps his hand in my hair pulls me from the bed and says “Let me look at you sweetie.” I am standing there, wearing a white tank and thong, feeling a little embarrassed that I had fallen asleep with clothes on, he doesn’t seem to mind at all, in fact he praises my beauty again.
With a gentle hand he caress my body looking and feeling what he owns, appraising me, he is pleased, he tells me to stand where I am, goes to his closet and removes a box, he pulls from it a beautiful V shaped collar and places it upon my neck, steps back and say only one word, “Beautiful.” Then once again touches me, caressing my breasts, running his hands over my body and then between my legs. By this time I am trembling, both from want to be pleasing and hunger to be touched more.
With a commanding voice he tells me to lay on the bed face down, I didn’t hesitate. Once again he goes to his closet; this time taking from it things I can not see, but can hear the rattle of bondage gear. Suddenly he is looming over me straddling me from behind, in his hands is a gag, I want to resist, I don’t like gags, and have problems with TMJ, but it is a small gag, and he asks that I do the best I can with it, I want to please him so I try to work the ball into my mouth, I can’t quit get it in but he is pleased with my efforts, as he already know though our talks of my limitations with such a device.
Once the gag is in place, he cuffs me to a small X that essentially places me in a hogtie position, he asks me if I am comfortable, I nod yes things are fine, although I would rather not have the gag in. It is at this time he begins in earnest to touch me, his hands part my pussy lips to find me dripping wet, I can not help the state of arousal I am in, and this seems to please him.
After a time he then, leans down and states calmly and in a Matter-of –fact voice, “ Sweetie; I am going to punish you for not having your phone on so you could receive my calls.” I try to mumble my explanation through the gag, he quietly asks me. “Do you think you should be punished?” I nod and mumble yes. Taking a leather belt, he lays a few strips across my ass, warming it but not really hurting me, it was more a way to remind me to be diligent and careful. I am not happy that the first thing to happen between us is a punishment.
This is soon forgotten as he turns me over and rubs my breast, nipples and then my swollen aching pussy. By the time he tries to put a finger in me I am so wet he can slide a finger in what is normally a pussy so tight that, most hate trying to fuck me. I moan around that gag in pleasure, he rubs my cunt and clit until I cum and then does it again and again.
By the time he is done I am exhausted, both from the excursions off coming and the early morning hour. Carefully he releases my bonds and then removes my gag, looks deeply at me as he rubs my wrists, and then caresses my cheek, telling me again he is pleased with me. That he thinks I am stunning and pleasingly obedient and now, go to sleep.
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