You arrive outside my house and stand for a moment just staring at the front door. There's nothing special about it, it's just a normal discreet terrace in Norwich, much like any other.
You can feel your stomach churning with nerves as you look at the door, surprising the mild feeling of panic rising in you.
Are you really going to do this? Are you going to go inside and submit to your Master for the first time? Put yourself in that position?
Master, there's a word, shit, it feels surreal.
But even as you think about it, you already know you will. You've wanted this for so long. To be someone's plaything, their submissive, their toy.
You want to not think, to be told, to do, to serve.
No. More than that, your darkest desires rear their head. You don't even want to obey, to follow orders. You simply want no choice, to be kept as a thing, used as a sex toy, objectified, treated as nothing more than helpless fuck holes....but that's later, maybe, that's too much for right now.
You look again at your last message from him on fabswingers.
'11.00am exactly my little bitch, the door will be unlocked, let yourself in. Master.'
You look at your phone, it's 11.06, you've been daydreaming for a little while. Shit. Late already. What will he do? What do you want him to do? You can feel yourself getting a little excited at the thought of being punished.
Enough. You take a deep breath and reach out for the door handle, turn it, and step into the house closing the door behind you.
You take in your surroundings. It's all normal. I'm not sure what you were expecting, a dungeon? Chains hanging from the ceiling? Instead, it's a nicely appointed and tidy home, large corner sofa, coffee table on a rug in the centres, polished wooden floors.
As you stand just staring into the room Master walks in. He looks exactly like his pictures, so you knew what to expect, but still, this is real.
"Hey my little bitch. Good to meet you at last" he says simply, as if this is the most normal situation in the world.
He steps towards you, close now. His hand giving your shoulder a little squeeze.
"Relax, no need to be nervous, come and sit. Plenty of time for me to abuse you later" he says, half kidding, half suggestive.
He steers you towards the sofa and puts a glass of water in your hand before sitting on the opposite side of the corner sofa from you.
You both make small talk for the next 10 or 15 minutes before he suddenly locks eyes with you, smiles and simply says "You're ready for the next step".
It's not a question. He's decided. You feel the nerves return but also your clit twitch.
"Stand" he commands.
Without thinking you simply do as he asks, standing immediately and fumbling to put your glass down on the coffee table.
"Let's see what you've put on for me".
You hesitate only momentarily before reaching down and pulling your dress over your head and off in one fluid motion. You stand there, revealing the lingerie you've chosen for Master.
Instinctively you try to cover yourself, putting your arms across your body.
"Hands behind your back and eyes on the floor" he instructs calmly.
Nervously you obey, clapping your hands behind your back. You feel his eyes devouring you as he scans you from top to bottom.
You're wearing a black strappy bra and thong, some high shiny heels, and nothing else.
"Good girl" Master says as he raises from his position on the sofa.
You stand stock still as he slides the coffee table across the floor to make space in front of the sofa. He throws a large cushion into the space.
"Kneel" is all he says.
You step towards the cushion and drop to your knees on it, eyes still on the floor, hands still clasped behind your back.
Master sits on the sofa, just in front of you, you can smell his aftershave, feel his presence inches from you.
He clasps your chin with his hand and raises your face to meet his gaze.
"These are the rules. You will keep your eyes down unless told otherwise, you will keep your hands behind your back unless told otherwise, you will speak when I ask you a question or you will ask permission to speak, you will address me as Master. Do you understand my little bitch?"
Nervously you look him in the eye and squeak out a response, clearing your throat "Yes Master".
"Good girl" he releases your chin, and you drop your eyes to the floor.
"We'll be using the traffic light system as a safe word sub. Red means stop. Amber means slow down. Green means harder, more. Do you understand sub?"
"Yes Master"
"Good girl"
He stands quickly and retrieves a bag from beside the sofa. You can hear the noise of things clinking inside, you feel nervous and excited all at once.
He pulls several items from the bag and lays them on the sofa in front of you, where he has been sitting.
There's a collar with a chain leash attached, leather wrist cuffs, some slightly larger leather ankle cuffs, and a blindfold.
You raise your head slightly to steal a look at the toys.
Master clearly notices, but simply smirks and says nothing.
He picks out the blindfold and slowly walks around you until he's stood behind you. You don't turn your head. You wait nervously. Anticipating what comes next.
"Let's make you more comfortable" he utters, to himself.
From behind you he holds the blindfold out in front of your face and pulls it towards you. You're plugged into blackness and feel him tightly buckle the blindfold behind your head.
You feel Master couch behind you and gently lift your left shoe slightly toward him, putting pressure on your knees as you remain kneeling on the cushion.
You feel a little jolt of exciting and trepidation and he wraps a wide leather cuff around the ankle, pulling it tight and locking it in place. He repeats the process with your right shoe, but does not lock the cuffs together, leaving them like bracelets.
He walks around to the front of you, you sense him standing there in-front of you but resist the urge to reach out and find him, touch him.
After what feels like eternity, he simply says "hands". You pause, before realising that he must mean he wants your wrists for more cuffs. You unclasp your hands from behind you back and gingerly hold them both out in front of you. Again, he grasps each in turn, enveloping them in a soft leather band and cinching them tightly. He releases them and your hands drop to your sides, you quickly clasp them behind your back once more.
"Good girl".
Master steps behind you once more, his shoes gently clicking on the polished wooden floor around you. He reaches from behind you and gently tilts you chin up so you're facing a little more toward the ceiling.
You feel the cold touch of leather against your throat.
You instinctively jerk away, but Master takes a firm hold of the back of your neck and puts you back in position.
"Stay" he commands.
He pulls the leather around your throat, enveloping your neck. As he does, he gently tils your head forward, allowing him to buckle the collar behind you.
Finally Master steps in front of you. You hear the jangle of metal, and swift click and suddenly jerk forward, kneeling up toward Master as he yanks on a fistful of leash now attached to the front of your collar.
You feel the edge of his trousers against your face, you resist the urge to explore with your lips or to nuzzle your face against his crotch.
"Do you remember the rules my little bitch?" he asks with a low growl.
"Yes Master" you manage to reply quietly, you mind swirling, nervous, and excited about what comes next.
"Good girl. Crawl".
Before you can process what, he means, you feel the leash go taught in front of you and drop to all fours. You follow as best you can, your knees uncomfortable on the wooden floor.
Master turns to the left and stop abruptly.
He pulls your leash upwards and taught, you take this as a que to rise to your knees again, but he pushed you back onto all fours with a steady hand. Your forced to heel, pulled in close against Masters leg, the leash taught above you, the pressure on your throat choking you slightly.
"Stairs" is all he says.
You put out one of your hands and realise they're in front of you, he's pulled the leash taught so that you crawl carefully at this side up the stairs.
You crawl, feeling carpet under your hands and knees now.
At the top another tug to stop, you turn to your left and are back on flat ground. A little disorientated you have no idea where in the house you might be now, but you feel excited to be led around like this, like a dog, a toy, a thing to be directed.
Master leads you into the room before dropping the leash, you stop, still on all fours and wait.
There's the sound of furniture being moved in front of you. You can feel yourself getting a little wet with excitement, wondering what he has in store for you.
Without warning Master grabs the back of your collar, lifting you upwards.
"Up" he commands.
You raise unsteadily to your feet as Master hauls you up by your collar.
"Strip" he says simply.
You hesitate and suddenly feel his hand on your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Do as your told bitch"
He releases your throat and steps back.
Nervously you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall down your arms and to the floor.
You reach for your thong and pause. Nervous, excited, embarrassed about being fully naked with Master for the first time.
Master takes a firm grasp of your hair, turns you around and pushes you face forward against a cold wall, holding you there.
"I can see I'm going to need to be a little more direct with you sub" he growls in your ear. "Is that what you want? To be taken? To be made? My little slut"
"Sorry Master, yes Master, please Master" you hear yourself beg.
"Such a needy little slut. Hands back behind your back." he chuckles.
He releases his grip on your hair but still holds you face against the cold wall with a firm hand on your back, you return your hands to being clasped against your back, letting out a small gasp as your breasts hit the cold wall.
Master gently runs his free hand down your back, you shiver at this touch.
As his hand moves down you hear a brief click and realise, he's linked your wrist cuffs together.
You tug at them, but they are secure.
He returns his hand to your back, running it up your spine, to the back of your neck and then onto your throat. Next his hand slides over your mouth, covering to completely, firmly, gagging you.
"Next time you'll do as your told without hesitating" he says.
You feel a sudden sting of pain as he smacks your exposed ass with his free hand. You yelp into the hand covering your mouth and try to pull away.
Master easily re-positions you against the wall.
"Five of those I think" he says as much to himself as to you.
Master proceeds to give you four more firm bare-handed slaps to the ass, you feel your cheeks burning, but also the dampness spreading from your cunt.
After the last slap, Master releases you and steps back, he grabs your thong and quickly pulls it down to your ankles, letting you step out of it.
You lean forwards against the wall, gasping slightly.
He returns, gently running a hand over your red ass.
"Good girl" he coos as he gently pulls you away from the wall and walks you to the middle of the room, hands still cuffed behind your back.
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"Kneel" he commands.
You sink quickly to your knees on the spot, not wishing for a repeat of your last hesitation.
He leaves you, standing there, naked now, still blindfolded, hands cuffed behind your back, collared, leash dangling in front of you.
You hear him moving around the room. There's the sound of a piece of furniture being dragged in front of you, manoeuvred into place.
Suddenly, he's next to you again. Master grabs the back of your collar in his first, his fingers sliding between the leather strap and the back of your neck, effectively pulling the collar taught, chocking you slightly.
Before you can say anything, Master using his grip on your collar to half lift, half pull you forwards.
You try to put out your hands to stop you falling face first into the floor but find them still securely cuffed behind your back.
Just as your mind is about to panic, your chest and stomach hit something soft but solid.
Master has bent you over some sort of plush bench or ottoman.
You relax, you find your head lolls down in front of the ottoman, handing free, and your knees are still on the floor behind it. You're essentially on all fours with the ottoman beneath your chest, or at least you would be if your hands weren't still securely encased in the leather cuffs behind your back.
Master is behind you now. You feel him wrap soft rope around your leg, just above your knee and pull it tight. He repeats the process with your other knee. He pulls the rope, spreading your knees and legs apart, your uncomfortably wide, spread, exposed, revealing your damp cunt to him. You try to pull your legs together again, but Master has tied them off to the legs of the ottoman. You can feel his gaze as you test your restraints, struggling.
"Comfortable my little bitch?" He asks simply.
You're not sure if you're supposed to answer but venture a guess "yes Master" you reply nervously.
"Good girl. Now open as wide as you can".
You do as commanded, lifting your head and holding your mouth open wide, stretching your jaw.
You feel Master push a cold metal ring into your mouth and relax your jaw slightly around it, but it keeps your mouth firmly open and available for his use. He tightly buckles straps from the ring behind your head. You allow your head to hand once more, testing the ring-gag, trying to get more comfortable with it. The drool slowly starts to pool in your mouth, and you can feel it running towards the opening left by the gag.
Suddenly Master's hand is on your ass again. He's gently running his hand over your cheeks, caressing them. His hand continues its intoxicating journey, he's moved to the back of your thigh now. You twitch as his hand lightly brushes against your cunt. The ropes hold you steady. Master gently inserts a finger into your soaking cunt and you moan through the ring gag. He teases you, circling, very lightly touching, and occasionally plunging a finer or two deep into your pussy.
Just as quickly as he started, he withdraws his touch.
You let out a whimper of frustration, but his fingers are suddenly replaced with an object. You feel Master slide an egg-shaped vibrator inside you. After a short pause, you just maker out the click of a button, and the egg comes to life. You jump as the egg starts to gently vibrate inside you.
Master leaves you like that for some time, you begin to move and wriggle on the ottoman, trying to get the egg to a higher speed, desperate to get off on it somehow, but Master has left it tantalising low.
You can hear him moving around, the sound of him undressing, his clothes hitting the floor.
Without warning his hand grabs your hair and raises your head. You feel him kneel on the floor in front of your face and suddenly the ring-gag, holding your mouth wide, is filled with Master's thick pulsing cock.
He's gentle at first, but soon tags a firm grip of your hair and your chin with each hand and begins pumping his cock deep and hard into your mouth through the gag.
As you splutter and protest, he simply coos and soothes you "good girl" "you can take" "take it for me" "you're doing so well" "good little bitch".
He utters all these words and more and he increases the rhythm, fucking your throat.
As he does, Master occasionally removes his hand from your chin, and you hear the telltale click of the egg's remote before it speeds up a notch.
Your helplessness, the constant face fucking, Master's words, and the ever-increasing speed of the egg vibrator soon have you soaked, panting, desperate for me.
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