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A chilled wine cellar, the rock floor holding in the dampness of the room. Cedar wine racks lining the walls, the fresh woodsy smell permeating my sensitive nostrils, blocking out the damp smell of a basement. A small rod iron bistro set occupying the center of the rooms vastness. Two perfectly cut crystal wine goblets sit perched on the bistro table, an unopened bottle of merlot holding a place of honor in the center of the table. A very sophisticated woman sits anxiously in her perfect 1940's pink flowing dress, her overlapping leather strapped heels caressing her pedicure toes. Her hair surrounding her face in tight rag curls and the back in lose curls that tickle her neck. Her make-up reflecting that big band swing era, her lips accented in a sensual rose color her eyebrows arched to perfection and the soft blue of eye shadow pulling forth color to her eyes. She sits quietly reflecting on the moments to come taking each breath and focusing it on relaxation. That pinnacle moment when He walks through the huge cedar door and her life changes forever. She sits and wonders what He has planned for her how He is going to change her tonight eternally, her emotions her trust, her anticipation resting within the forest of green in her eyes. She knows that this their first meeting will be the first time He ever takes her, the evening when she becomes truly His pet. She awaits; her breathing shallows, as the tic tock of the grandfather clock becomes a deafening sound with in the room. Heavy foot falls thudding on the stairs leading to this the place of her dreams. . The antique doorknob to the room turns she watches her heart racing as the door silently and slowly opens within its allowed perfect arch. Her heart beats racing out of control under her heaving breasts. Her eyes lowered respectfully to the ground and she sees His polished black shoes striding closer and closer to her. His callused worked hand runs up her arm to her chin where He gently grasps her and guides her face up so that he may look into her eyes. He sees Himself and their future reflected in their mossy green depths. He softly says to her pet you look stunning for me, and then softly for the first time ever their lips meet, her soft glossed lips caressing his slightly chapped lips. All of her anxiety for the night to come vanishes with that one moment in time, when her lips touch for the first time the Master of her heart. He sits opposite her and pops the cork of this their first shared glass of wine. He hands her the fragile glass and then gets up and walks to a high quality stereo in the corner and turns on their opera. She twirls the crimson liquid in the glass and sips the sweet liquid. ... He moves back to her His pet, and she drops silently to her knees on the cold roughness of the stone floor grasping His thigh. Barely above a whisper she says "Master I am yours." He moves behind her and slowly lowers the zipper to this stunning dress that she chose for Him. Revealing the soft creamy whiteness of her back and the beauty of the thin pale pink silk slip. He pushes from her shoulders the dresses gauzy material and it pools sensually at her knees. He reaches out his hand to help her to her feet to completely remove the dresses material from her. His hand reaches for the silky spaghetti strap of her slip to push it from her shoulders, until it too pools at her heeled caressed feet. He sees His pet in her lacey champagne colored bra, matching panties and garter belt holding her shear stockings. He gasps, stunned by this treasure that He is going to make completely His in moments. He reaches for her pantys elastic waistband and pushes them from her hips, exposing her derriere and smooth luscious womanhood. He moves her to the table and moves the glasses and merlot to the stone floor He lays her over the table face down and slowly exams her. His thumb working her until He can feel her wetness and her bodies aroused trembling. He moves back from her and she feels his callused hand smacking her derriere the heat from Him radiating onto her ass as it reddens under His ministrations. Suddenly He is no longer spanking her but tying her feet, the soft cotton of the rope tightening around her ankles and to the tables legs spread widely, her hands bound also by Him to the other two legs of the table she is vulnerable and secure at the same time. She can feel that He is smiling down upon her, as she feels the first softness of the deerskin flogger as it touches her back. . He is well accomplished in His use of this implement and soon she is crying and begging Him for release. . She is ready to soar for Him, to give Him that which only He can truly appreciate. She hears His zipper lowering and the wrestle of His cotton slacks slipping from His hips. She is still begging Him for release as He slides Himself into her warm wetness His release comes quickly and He leans down and tells her to give Him that which is solely HIS, forever more. Her orgasm erupts from her body and she is soaring in that place that only satisfied submissives can travel. Her euphoria fills the room as He talks to her and praises her for being so wonderfully open to Him as He unties her. She slowly comes back to her reality and she is being held within His arms as He rocks her as the precious little one she is forever to be to Him. Once she is calmed again to normal she is told to kneel, before Him. Instantly she obeys Him. He moves to His sports jacket resting on the back of one of the chairs and slowly withdraws a lovely silver collar with His name engraved on it. He asks her My sweet submissive will you accept this token of O/our relationship will you wear it proudly? Will you endeavor to obey me in all I ask, trust me with all of your heart and body. Will you know forever that I will respect your limits and person with all that I am? He holds the collar before her face just out of her reach. She looks up to Him and in a regal and proud voice answers Master Your will has become my own before You ever showed me this lovely token of O/our relationship I gave myself to You mentally before You ever touched me physically yes Master I accept Your token of ownership.  With those words He clasped the silver collar around her neck.