Master called. I am to meet him. I will arrive after him this time. I know this means I must find a way to prepare ahead. To be in the right outfit. To be smelling and looking the way I want to be for him and not of work…

I am nervous. I am shaking with nerves. The anticipation is usually more overwhelming when I am not in the room naked in slave position awaiting his arrival. When I can be serving him I am calm. This has me wrecked. He knows this. He has done it on purpose. I need to not worry, and he wants this fear to no longer rob me of pleasure. So we do this every so often so that I can develop a sense of safety in this as well.

I stop in the lobby ladies room to check myself in the mirror and make sure everything is perfect. He has texted me the room number and the special knock. I know he has prepared the room as much as he can but that since I carry the toy box he will need time to prepare after I arrive. He has told me the anticipation has been eating at him too, this visit, keeping him hard on and off ever since the visit was scheduled.

I have chosen a simple sheath dress with deep forest green bra, garters and hose. And all day at work I would feel the garters slide like l was feeling Master’s hands on my body. Perfectly fixed now I make the way to the room. I knock. Shivering with nerves. Shaking as I hear him rise up and make his way to the door. My whole body aquiver as I hear him turn the locks and open it.

His breath catches at my outfit, and the shy nervous smile worn with it. He knows the thoughts behind the smile are not so shy. Following me in, he settles the luggage and finally, finally takes me in his arms. His hands are steady and warm on my back as he holds me close for a moment. He kisses me deeply wrapping his hands around my face and throat. Then he stops… Seeming to fight for control…. His breathing is ragged and his arms drop to his side as he says “take your position”. I quickly move to the dresser and remove my clothes folding them neatly as I know he would expect. Leaving my bra and garter belt and seamed black hose on. I hope he will want the silky feel of the hose tonight. And the heels. For at least the moment of inspection they will stay on as well. I move to the center of the open space in the room and fold myself down to his position. This presentation, like all things, he has made special and unique to his Mastery of me. Knees far apart so that my dripping lips are just barely visible. Palms up and at my side. Back erect so my breasts are presented to his exacting eye. Buttocks resting on heels so I am elevated and open to him in every way.

He has moved to carry the toy box to the desk near the bed. He gets out the rope and begins unravelling and settling the piles by size. Once the rope is ready he removes the agreed upon toys from the toy box and sets them on the nightstand. I had been given the difficult task of picking just three. Not that he will use just those or all of them. When he had first asked this I was unsure. I had never been given choice. M1 and M2 made these choices, often without consultation with me, when each new toy was added to the box and was of course tried out. But as this became part of our practice I realized that Master used my choices as a way of seeing through the distance between us before play. He uses my choices as a way to see what I need in our play. He uses my choosing as a palette with which to work the canvas of my service and body.

He walks a slow circle around me, inspecting every angle and taking in my curves. “Delightful,” escapes his throat. A second circuit has him brushing fingers along my shoulder and hair, tangling and releasing. A tiny moan escapes as his fingers graze over me. “Stunning. Just stunning!” My back straightens ever so slightly with the praise.

Master returns to the rope. I cannot see. I wait not knowing how his ropes will caress me this night. He begins to run a length of of rope under mattress. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed. Arranging me on my back he spreads my arms out wide and sets about creating rope cuffs, and attaching them to the rope under the mattress. Once the arms are secure Master takes a long moment to gather in the vision. I feel the heat in his eyes as he stares. I know that my submission in this and all things still surprises him. But that moments like these cement us. I can feel his pleasure in the view. He runs hands softly over every inch of me. His tongue follows. Then he breaks away to grab more rope. Bending my legs, he ties ankles and thighs, running the line to the rope under the bed. I relax into the rope, now, spread wide and glistening in the soft light. I am totally held in his spell. Knowing that to give in brings such pleasure, I relax further into subspace, my mind finally joining my body in service to him.

His hands caressing, moving slowly toward my pussy. Fingers gently probing and opening me wider. His mouth moves to consume me. Gentle at first. Taking his time licking, kissing, sucking and nibbling. His mouth moves to my breasts as He reaches for the first toy – a glass dildo.

He runs it down one thigh to tease, biting my nipples. Slowly, gently it slides inside me. He keeps the rhythm torturously slow at first as I  get used the pressure and cold. Then faster and deeper. Feeling the pressure build, his mouth finds my clit as the rhythm continues with the dildo. I am thrashing hard now. Heedless of anything but the feeling. Without the restraint I would likely end up off the bed. My fingers wrap in the rope pulling it tighter. Spreading myself wider to his touch with his knots. Bearing down on my clit as he feels me starting to cum, he drives the dildo deeper still, pushing me over the edge. He helps the orgasm and aftershocks roll through my body like an earthquake.

I am screaming now. Thrashing and arching my back lifting off the bed as if I am flying.

When my breathing begins to level he caresses my face. Kissing me, he whispers in my ear “we’re just getting started…”

I never know where or when it will happen. My Dom will text and I will have to meet him at a specified location. We have a Google calendar together and mandatory appointments are blocked out so he never makes me drop the important stuff. But sometimes he makes his locations just far away enough that I run a tiny bit late. Punishably late…

This time I was able to be early and he had left the key at the front desk of a rather nice hotel for me. He let me know today was to be a pampering day for me, and we had the room and pool access for the whole evening. I was instructed to get changed and do 10 reps of my normal laps in the pool. Then spend 15 minutes in the hot tub with the jet on the spot on my back he knows bothers me most. Return to the room to shower and to make sure I was totally shaved to his normal liking.

I did all of that and was waiting naked in his preferred submissive pose on the bed when He arrived at the room. This pose was unlike any Dom I had ever read about. I was to wait at the edge of the bed with my feet gripping the edge. Knees raised and arms wide. Showing him my pussy ready for worship as his first sight of me. He was gorgeous in his tight black jeans and black t-shirt. This told me he had taken the time to shower and change from work. He removed his shirt as he locked and barred the door.

He barely gave me a moment to breathe before he was on me. Pushing my knees wider still he dropped before me and pushed two fingers into my cleft. “Such a beautifully prepared snack,” he murmured as he latched onto my clit, laving and sucking. He ate at me with such frustrating gentleness that I whimpered subconsciously.

“Not enough, love?” he asked. “Please, Sir! I need to cum. It has been so long! I cannot remember the last time I had one of your orgasms. They melt me in a way no other Dom has ever been able to achieve. I need you, Sir, please!” As if he knew, and was only waiting for me to say it, he returned to my clit with renewed fervor. He began fucking his fingers in and out as he put greater pressure on my clit. I began to feel the heat building and the heavy feeling of impending orgasm finally began to build. I fisted at the sheets with one hand while the other dropped to his head. My fingers tangled in his hair and encouraged him to press harder. Being still was growing difficult. My head and body thrashing gently still as the pleasure began to build. Soon he let his fingers slide out and sucked them dry staring at me with pleasure. “You taste so good, love. I want you to cum on my tongue.”

Then he fitted his mouth to my opening and drove his tongue deep inside me, lapping at the juices his attention created. His fingers reached around to rub my clit pressing hard and creating a swirling circular rhythm that sent me spiraling out of control. The thrashing intensified to match his rhythm and little moans escaped my mouth. I was rushing headlong into the storm that both threatened and promised to take me apart. Searing heat spread from his tongue to his thumb which somehow managed even more pressure. I was about to come undone. And just when I thought it would never arrive and tears started to form from the frustration of it all, he looked up at me over my mound and our eyes locked. “CUM, love” he mumbled into my cleft and my body responded with an explosion that forced my body to arch and flail. His hand holding me in place as he licked every drop of my cream, and suckled at my clit through all of the resulting aftershocks.

Boneless, I looked back at him and said, “Thank you, Sir!”