yrdvocean

First Meeting You arrive at Master?s apartment; I am not there. You come in, put down your things, and take off your coat. You stand in front of the couch in the living room, hands behind your back, eyes closed, hands behind your back and head bowed, submissive curious woman, your feet spread apart just a little bit. You wait. You wait for your Master. Whatever length of time He decides is good for you to wait. You are not late to meet Him. He is not late whenever He comes. You hear the door open. You do not move. You are not to move. I walk in, settle in. I don?t speak while I am looking at you, taking in My present. You hear Me sit down on the couch in awhile. I ask you how frightened you are; what do you answer? I ask you how excited, hot you are; what do you answer? We talk. As we have talked online. As we have talked on the phone. Your breathing loosens a little. I walk over, put My hands full on your shoulders. Warm, strong, reaching down into them, reassuring. Calming. Your shoulders drop an inch or so, relax. You do not move. You do not open your eyes. You will not open your eyes, Master has said, until after the first time He makes you come. I put My mouth up to your ear. I whisper, ?Don?t kiss Me. Don?t.? ?Will you obey Me?? ?Yes, Master.? your breath becomes short, periodic like windshield wipers on the first intermittent setting. My lips soft light on yours. I open your mouth a little with My tongue, tip barely touching sensitive lips. The merest kisses, merely increasing your hunger. But you can?t move. ?Don?t kiss Me. Don?t.? You can?t stand it, passionate slave. You ache??.. ?Do you want to kiss Me, girl?? You feel My hand wrap around your hair. ?Do you?? ?Yes, yes, Master?..? ?How much?? ?So, so much, Sir.? ?Kiss Me, slave.? And you reach to kiss Me. But My lips are out of reach, and you pull against My hand. I hold your hair taut and say, ?How much do you want to kiss Me? How much?? You strain. The pain doesn?t matter; no match for your desire. You earn a small amount of touch for your effort. When I have been shown how much you will endure for your Master?s touch, I put My arms around you and kiss you, long, sweet, deep kisses. I praise you. ?Yes, baby girl, you did so well, you obeyed. These kisses are your reward, sweet one. Yes, yes???? You do not move your arms, raise your head, open your eyes. If you have pleased Me exceptionally well, I take your hands, put them around My waist. Kiss and hug for a nice, passionate time. Reassuring, but desire burning. I place your hands back behind you, move away. You are panting. I sit down on the couch. ?O.K., slave girl, clothing off!? ?Now!? You know that you are here for a job interview; you are the one auditioning. When you asked what you should wear, Master said, ?Whatever you feel presents you as you most wish to be seen, shows your greatest value. I want to see your presentation; after that, I will shape your appearance Myself.? You know that Master doesn?t audition; what He will determine at this meeting is whether you can give Him what He wants. So you undress very quickly. Not slowly to stimulate My appetite for your feminine attributes. Quickly, to show unhesitating obedience. You jump when the order is given, as you will learn always to do. Obedience Surrender Devotion Submission These things will arouse and please Master. He is not to be strip-teased. Hard keeping your balance, taking off your shoes with your eyes closed. You almost fall, but for His strong and ever protective arms. Again with your dress, again with your stockings; finally, you just hold onto My arm while you finish. ?Jewelry too, slave girl. I will not abide metal where My eyes seek your skin.? You consider telling Me you have not removed your jewelry for many years; you settle for praying it will come off at all. It will come off. And ,so, it does. head bowed eyes closed hands behind ?Spread your legs a little further apart, slave girl. I want a good look at your cunt.? Hesitant motion. ?Are you embarrassed, pussygirl?? Nod. ?Good. Master enjoys holding you in His hands like this. Not quite far enough yet.? ?That?s much better.? taken on display posed naked owned You hear Me get up, walk over to you. ?As you feel My hands on each successive part of your body, slave girl, feel that part loosen, become quiet, and surrender itself to Me.? Your touch has that effect on Me already, you think I start with your head, placing My hands broad over the top of your mind. When you feel them, half a dozen hamsters cease their endless running, half a dozen wire wheels cease their endless squeaking in your head, and there is calm and quiet, and room for the beginning of something wonderful and new in your mind. I return My hands to your shoulders. Powerful but steady, they find the last pockets of the resistance, the armor that was supposed to get you through the world but instead weighs down your every step. The cross of spine and shoulders is brought back to life, flesh, flexibility, ease. Healing happens. I run one fingertip softly on your smooth sensitive throat, then place a palm firmly over it; you are not moving. ?What passes through this throat does so at My will now, My possessed woman. What goes down into your body-- air, food, water-- passes into you by My will, or not at all. ?And what comes out of you through this throat-- your words dear one?will come straight from your chest, your heart, your soul, without the lifelong blocks by which you restrained yourself. Master will restrain you in any way needed; He will connect your stomach with your throat, and hear your unblocked emotion from now on. He will teach you how to please Him with your speech. Is that clear?? ?Please teach Me, Sir. My throat is Yours.? I move to your breasts. ?A woman?s breasts are miraculous things, slave girl. They respond so beautifully to the very lightest touch?? the tips of My pinkies lightly tracing circles around and across your nipples ?But they are capable of responding with pleasure to much, much firmer touches.? I look deep into your downturned face as I take both nipples in hand and begin to pinch. I am watching to see how intensely I can pinch them before the look on your face turns from pleasure to confusion, then to pain. ?It is only with harder touches that the hardwiring between a woman?s clitty and her nipples becomes activated.? as I squeeze steadily harder. Your breathing is hard, rapid, shallow, you can?t stand it, then you can?t bear for it to stop, finally your eyes squint hard. ?Is that a little too much??, I ask, not letting up. ?Yes, Master. No. Master. Please. Please???? ?Please what?? ?I don?t know, please, please??..? I recognize this place and I know what to do. I give one last ferocious pinch, and let go. You let out a moan, and start to calm down. A little. ?<> was too much, wasn?t it ?? ?Definitely, Master.? ?Say thank You.? ?Thank You, Master.? ?I am here to expand your capability, enlarge your frontiers. A slave girl endures for her Master.? ?Yes.? ?Do you want to endure for Me?? ?Yes.? ?Say.? ?I want to endure for You, Master.? ?Do you wish it otherwise, slave girl?? ?No, Sir.? I put My hands full upon your stomach. As if to bring peaceful nightfall to your solar plexus. The butterflies in your stomach begin to circle, fly in formation. Finally, they grow lazy in the warm night, and find a welcoming branch to light on. Again, all is quiet, and there is room for something new and wonderful to enter. To take over. My hand reaches between your legs. ?How frightened are you now, slave girl?? What would you answer? ?How excited are you now, slave girl?? What would you answer? ?This is the *First place I told you that a

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