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The phone rang. It was Him, on His way home from work. He'd given me a key earlierin the week, as we had planned on my coming to stay Friday night. He wantedme to be there, waiting for Him when He arrived. I picked up the phone in silence.
?My angel slave?, He said, ?You are there, waiting for Me, just as I asked.Good girl.?
A soft smile stretched across my face. His praise was all I ever sought andwhat made me the happiest, and He knew so. I said nothing at all; just waitedfor my instructions.
?I should be there in about an hour. When I arrive, I want you to be preparedfor Me. Listen carefully. You are to be shaved completely bare for Me, smellingsweet like you always are; wearing your corset and garter belt, no panties,I want you to be able to present your pussy to Me whenever I ask. Also, yourthigh high fishnets and heels, and the beautiful collar I got for you. It'sin My top dresser drawer. Make sure you only look in the top dresser drawer;there is no need for you to look in any others. If you do, I will know, sodon't be mischievous, do you understand? As soon as you have prepared yourself,kneel by the front door in the welcoming pose I've taught you and wait forMe. Be a good little angel slave for Me. Make Me happy. I will see you soon.?
An hour, I only had an hour, to be perfect for Him; to be ready for Him. Mymind was swimming trying to remember what I was to do, everything clouded bymy excitement. ?Okay, I have to get it together?, I thought to myself. Pleasingmy wonderful Sir was all that mattered to me from the moment that phone rang,and I knew I would be well rewarded if I pleased Him.
I went to the bathroom and ran a bubble bath. He'd restricted me from shavingmyself all week. He knew how uncomfortable I would be, and each time I feltthat little irritating itch I'd think of Him and all the other beautiful discomfortsthat awaited me once I would see Him again. In a way also, it was almost aform of chastity. There would be no one else that I would ever need to be preparedfor again but Him.
I shaved carefully and meticulously, every second thinking of how amazingit would feel to have His hand slide so effortlessly over my soft, slick skin.Especially after not having shaved for a week, I felt even more vulnerableand knew that, once He laid eyes on me, the feeling of being exposed like thatfor Him , with only just my garter belt and fishnets, would only amplify theway that He was able to make me feel helpless for only Him.
After getting out of the bath, I smoothed my favorite vanilla lotion thatI always wore from head to toe. I then ran to Sir's bedroom where my bag was,quickly dressed, took out my black high heels, strapped them on my perfectlypedicured feet and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what I was to do next.I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Nearly forty minutes had passedsince I'd hung up the phone. Sir was a man of His word, and He had said He'dbe home in about an hour. That didn't leave me much time. I wanted to be flawlesslyposed for Him at the door when he arrived, but I knew I was missing something.
I went over the phone conversation again in my head. The collar! My beautifulcollar! How could I ever forget? I couldn't blame myself too much. Just thethought of the man I longed to be my Master sent me into a mental whirlwind.I just needed to focus. And then I remembered what He had said. ?It's in Mytop dresser drawer. Make sure you only look in the top dresser drawer; thereis no need for you to look in any others. If you do, I will know, so don'tbe mischievous, do you understand??
Of course I understood completely. However, curiosity and naughtiness combinedgot the best of me, as it usually does. I was dying to take just a peek insome of the other drawers. Was there a surprise for me? Or was He just tryingto impose some silly guideline to get me to bend to His will? I had to know.
Slowly, so as to not leave a detectable sign behind, I slid open the seconddrawer. Ever so carefully I lifted up some of the clothing to see if therewas anything underneath, but there was nothing. Just as slowly and carefullyas I'd opened it, I closed it right back. My heart was racing, knowing thatI'd disobeyed. ?Eh?, I thought, ?I've done no real harm and I was careful.He'll not know. I just best get to my task at hand and not worry with thisanymore.? So, I opened the top drawer and found my gorgeous collar, right whereHe told me it would be. I slipped it around my throat and buckled it up tight.I took a quick glance in the mirror, for that was all I had time for, and beganto feel the rapid thump of my heart, as the excitement rose. I quickly rushedto the door and assumed my pose; on my knees with my feet tucked under my behind,bent over with perfect posture, head down, my hair sprawled across my shouldersand arms, which were extended toward the door, palms face up.
And I waited?
It seemed like nearly a half hour had passed, yet I'm sure it was only a fewminutes. I could just hardly wait. Aside from that quick poke into the seconddresser drawer, which I wasn't all too concerned with, I knew that I wouldbe there, complete and perfect, and ready to be used by Him. And then, finally,I heard the key turn in the lock. My stomach flipped, much like it does atthe top of the first hill of a roller coaster, and I hurriedly checked myselfto be sure my pose was faultless, just as He had taught me.
I did not look up, for I was never allowed to look my Sir in the eyes withoutpermission first. But I did feel His presence growing nearer. At last, a paton the head and His breathtaking voice?
?My sweet angel slave, what a good girl you are. You look absolutely perfect.I am so pleased. You may raise your head and look at Me; I know you are dyingto?, He said with a grin.
And so, after adoringly kissing the toes of both of His shoes, I did. Andthe flash of utter adulation filled my heart. My Sir; He was here at last.I knew He could see it in my eyes, how I revered Him. He smiled at me.
?Come?, He said, ?follow me into the bedroom.?
I rose gracefully and followed Him, two steps behind. ?How will He have meto serve Him first?? I excitedly wondered, at the same time hoping I was surreptitiousenough to have left no indication of my snooping. I knew I'd been bad, butfigured it was so minor an infraction that it would go unnoticed. After all,I didn't search through the entire dresser, I'd merely peered into one singledrawer for only just a second, and I'd not seen anything that I wasn't meantto see. If He had not tempted me the way He did, I'd have never had the thoughtto do even that.
?Stand here My perfect angel slave?, He instructed me happily, ?near the dresser.I want your posture to be impeccable and your arms outstretched in front ofyou. That way, you can hold My clothes as I select them. You will be the mostgorgeous valet ever. And I want you to stay just like that until I get outof the shower and I'm ready to get dressed.?
?Yes, Sir?, I said with a smile. I was eager to do anything that would pleaseHim. I was just happy that He was there, allowing me to serve Him, to be aloving, adoring slave to Him. And I also knew that the sooner He was out ofthe shower and comfortable in His silk pajama pants, the sooner it would bethat He would possibly allow me to touch Him, maybe even embrace Him and kissHim. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. I assumed my position as He turnedto the dresser with a smile?a smile that quickly faded as He opened that damnedsecond drawer.
?Slave, you have disobeyed Me?, He said in a very disappointed tone.
How could He know?
?I specifically instructed you NOT to go into any drawer besides the top one,and I know that you did exactly the opposite, didn't you?? He demanded of me.
?Yes, Sir,? I said, with my head now bent low in embarrassment and shame. ?ButI just couldn't help myself. My inquisitiveness got the best of me, Sir. Iam so sorry. I would never mean to displease You. I only opened it for a secondand then closed it right back up because I knew I was being bad. Please forgiveme!? I pleaded as I sunk down to my knees and hugged his legs, silent now,because I knew I'd said too much already , asking for His mercy.
?Yes, on your knees, you awful little girl, that is right where you belong,? Hisvoice boomed. ?I am ashamed of you and wonder now if you will ever be worthyof calling Me your Master. I do not wish to have My slave behave as rebelliousas you and I have a mind to take that collar away!?
Tears welled up in my eyes. I knew, at this point, all there was for me todo was prove to Him that, despite my defiant streak, there was nothing morein this world that I wanted other than to be His.
?I'm sorry My poor, misbehaved angel slave, I would never take away your collar.By giving that to you, My commitment to you is secured. But so is My commitmentto training you and teaching you the err of your ways. So, rather than havethe honor of presenting My clothes to Me when I am ready for them, you areto kneel in that corner until I say you are redeemed,? He said, pointing towhere He wished for me to carry out my sentence. ?Now crawl!?
As He demanded, I crawled, like the naughty pet that I was, to where He hadpointed. I knelt there, mentally kicking myself, for now, after all this waiting,I'd been banished to this corner, where I could not even have the pleasureof looking at my Sir; the worst punishment of all; and just because I couldn'tfollow one simple instruction.
I could hear Him shuffling through His dresser, then tossing His clothes ontothe bed. Before He went into the bathroom I felt His voice turn my way saying, ?Nopouting; you need to look pretty for Me in that corner. I want your back straightand your shoulders back; knees far apart, hands behind your back and your chinup.? I quickly adjusted myself to His specifications. ?That's right. It seemsyou are well trained, yet? you always seem to find trouble for yourself. Idon't get it. In any case, stay beautiful for Me, just like that. Don't getlazy, I'll be back.? Oh, how I wished I was standing there, presenting myselfand His clothing to Him when He was ready. But now here I was in this corner,and His clothes were on the bed. I could hear Him turn on the shower and closethe curtain.
In the desperate attempt to demonstrate my loyalty, despite my slip, I kneltin that corner with the most unblemished posture and waited patiently for Hisacknowledgement. Finally, I got it.
Suddenly, I felt the swift blow of His hand across my ass. I must have letmy mind drift off, meditating on my stance, because I did not even hear Himget out of the shower and come up from behind me. As quickly as I was smacked,I sat down fast on my heels, out of natural response, no longer minding myperfect posture.
?Oh, I don't think so, slave,? He said, as He yanked me back up by my hair, ?youwill remain in that beautiful pose while I whip you for being such a bad, badgirl.?
He kept his grip on my hair, holding me up high on my knees, my back and neckpulled taught and straight, as He bent over to inflict His punishment uponme. I wanted so badly to reach down and protect myself yet, because of my admirationand devotion; because I trusted Him to do what was right and best for me, myhands remained behind my back and far out of the way of the spankings thatwere reddening and welting my ass. As much as it was painful, I felt good inknowing that it would please Him for me to take the punishment that I had sochildishly asked for and teach me my lesson. I would never again discount aninstruction from Him, no matter how petty I thought it to be. And when He wassatisfied, He released the grip He had on my hair and I slid slowly to thefloor, in a flood of tears.
?Look up at Me, My sweet angel slave,? I heard Him say softly, surprisinglyclose.
I looked up and saw Him there, kneeling right along side me, on the floor,in that corner. Blinking the tears away, I begged Him with my eyes to holdme and comfort me. He, of course, read me without any difficulty, and firmlyplaced His arms around me and whispered in my ear, ?Your punishment is over.You will be a good girl for Me now. And we can put this behind us? I want toknow that you have learned from this. I know what you were thinking, but Ido not give you instructions out of a silly desire to just see what you willdo for Me. I instruct you out of purpose. And the purpose here was to showyou that you are not in the position to do as you wish. You are Mine, and youwill do as you are told. In return, I will never ask of you anything that youare unable to endure; I will always care for you, always attend to your everyneed, and pamper you to no end. But you have to be a good girl for Me and putaside all of your curiosities and rebelliousness.?
?Yes, Sir?, was all there was to say. And I embraced Him back and thankedHim for showing me the way.
?Now, for being such a good girl and taking the punishment you knew you deserved,I will reward you, to show you that I am fair,? He said. ?Reassume your positionplease; just as pretty as you were before.? And He stood to give me room, andto observe.
I did just as He asked. I rose up completely on my knees and straightenedmy body; threw back my shoulders and raised my chin. I spread my knees apart,beautifully wide, and quickly wiped my cheeks free of tears before graspingmy hands behind my back.
?Perfect, just as before. It was so difficult for Me to deliver your penalty.I would have much rather come in here from the shower, undraped My clothingfrom your pretty arms, gotten dressed and played with you for a while beforedinner. There are so many things I'd like to do to you? make you My toy,? Hesaid as my stomach, once again, began to form knots of pleasant anxiousness.
He came up from behind me once again, this time not to punish me, but to pleasureme. ?I love to see that blissful look on your face when I am near you; howyou shudder under a whisper of My touch,? He said, as His finger slowly foundits way to my bare, spread pussy. ?And I love that you are dripping wet forMe, just at the sound of My voice.?
He then grabbed both my wrists into one hand and guided me to stand. I walkedwith Him, straight to the corner of the bed, as if I knew exactly what wasin His mind and where He wanted me to go. Once there, He forcefully bent meover that corner of the bed until my knees naturally collapsed in order toaccommodate my top half and head lying flat on the mattress; my ass so nearthe edge of that corner that I could totally sense how exposed I was to Him.For a moment I felt very awkward, until my weight was evenly distributed byHim stretching each leg out as far as it would reach to its' respective nearestcorner and affixing it by the ankle with rope to the post of the frame, beingsure that my toes were perfectly pointed.
My naked pussy was stretched open even farther when He commanded me to archmy back and place my hands behind me, elbows bent up high so that I was graspingeach with the other hand. All of my attention was focused on my uncovered,wet pussy, and wondering what He was planning. ?Stay,? He commanded.
Thankfully my head was turned in the right position to see where He was goingand what He was doing. He walked over to the dresser and opened the third drawer.Out He pulled a perfectly sized black ball gag, designed simply of leatherand a shiny silver buckle. And then, something else; a noose looped out ofthick soft rope. These were what I was not meant to see. They were meant tobe a surprise. What a lucky girl I was; to still receive her surprises. Nomatter how harshly He ever punished me, He was never able to keep from showeringme with loving attention, always making me aware that I am, and will alwaysbe, the constant focus of His dark thoughts and sinister desires.
My heart skipped and pounded as He walked back over to me, slipped the ballgag into my mouth, buckled it snugly, and, without any pause at all, slid myhead through the loop in the noose and adjusted it firmly around my neck; takingthe end into His fist and standing right up behind me, so closely that I couldfeel the tip of His cock tickling my drenched hole. From behind the ball gagI begged Him to enter me, to just crash Himself into me and fuck me hard. Instead,He teased me for a few moments, pinching and twisting my hard clit. But allI wanted was Him inside me now, and so I continued to plead for His cock.
?Yes, My beautiful angel slave, you may have Me now,? He said, as He thrustHimself into me. Again and again and again He forced His way deeper and deeperinto me; each time pulling tighter on the noose with one hand, grasping bothmy forearms with the other.
He took me to the point of near ecstasy as the pressure from the noose didits proper job. I was slipping slowly through a tunnel of utter bliss, transcendentfor just that moment, until He released the rope, which loosened the noosejust enough to start bringing my mind slowly back to that bedroom; right atthat perfect instant of perfect release for us both.
?My dear, dear angel slave,? He then said dejectedly, ?you did not ask Mypermission to cum.?
To be continued?????.. : )
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