My Masters Gift, Me

As I watched his words appear on my screen, I felt my pulse race, my mouth open hungrily, and my pussy begin to ache with need. My hands, possessed by lust, slid over my breasts, caressing my already stiff nipples.

My fingers raced over the keyboard as I spilled my forbidden, erotic need out to him. A clear image of my eagerly bound body spread before my gentle Master flowed onto the screen as my lust began to flow from my hungry pussy. I carefully unfolded my hopeful story before him, intensifying his fantasy, expanding his secret want into a delightfully kinky promise. I explained some of the private culture of Masters and submissives. Although still untrained, I read a lot, and spend hours in bondage chat rooms, absorbing the rules and expectations of a well-trained submissive girl.

As we prepared to sleep, plans to meet now definite, he gave his first command. "Consider yourself collared.... at least here." My pulse thundered in my ears and my excitement quietly dripped onto the seat of my chair. We agreed that before I could actually allow him to put a collar on me, we needed to meet, to be sure.

The next morning found me at the pet department of a large store. My knees threatened to collapse under me, and the scent of my arousal tickled my nose as I carefully selected a black leather collar for my imaginary pet. Each day leading to our rendezvous was delightful torture. When my nerves began to try discouraging me from taking this risk, I took out the collar I'd bought for my would be Master. The thickness of it, the smell of the leather, the creak as I worried it in my trembling hands eased my fear, and stirred my lust.

I slept fitfully the night before our tryst. Excitement and fear forbidding sleep. My voice sounded hoarse in the morning from my panting, whimpering, and moaning through my dreams. I sounded quite convincing when I told my boss over the telephone how terrible I felt. My body screamed in nervousness and anticipation as he told me he hoped I felt better soon. My mind sang, "I know I will!" I worked on preparing my body for him all day. I fought the urge to satisfy myself as I shaved my legs, underarms, and pouty, tingling nether lips. I made soft finger curls in the triangle of dark blonde hair adorning my feminine mound. I carefully patted my smooth lips dry, and admired my delicate sex in a hand mirror before wrapping my robe around my already aroused body. I set my shoulder length hair in fat hair rollers, and set all the tools I needed on my bed to finish conditioning my body for him. With a steaming cup of tea on my nightstand I began filing, smoothing and polishing my toenails and long fingernails. I sipped my tea gingerly while I waited for my nails to dry. My eyes wandered to the collar I hoped my lover would buckle around my neck, teasing myself with fantasies of being possessed. Finally I began to dress for him. Shivers ran through my body as I slid shimmering silver silk stockings onto my legs, smoothing them over my thighs, and clipping them carefully to my garters. I examined my silk sheathed legs in a full-length mirror, making sure me seams were straight. I stepped carefully into black lace panties, and settled my already quivering breasts into my matching black lace bra. As I reached behind my back to fasten my bra I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and posed seductively, practicing for my new Master. I pulled my skirt over my thighs and hips,