Her body was buzzing with the anticipation, today was the day. The day she gets to finally see her master. Months she had longed for this, dreamt of this very moment, and now it was here. She sat, her legs tapping the ground anxiously as she stared out the bus window.
As the vehicle turned the corner, she saw him. All the anxiety washed away as her eyes drank in the figure standing at the stop.
For what seemed like years the bus approached him and finally stopped with a loud hiss from its hydraulics. With no delay, she came flying from the bus towards him. Her mind moved faster than her body and suddenly felt his warning glare.
She stopped abruptly in front of him, her gleeful face turning into a blank mask of obedience. Her head dropped to look at his shoes as she waited.
Gently she felt his hand rest on the top of her head, idly beginning to play with her hair. His weight shifted on his feet slightly to allow his lips to touch her forehead.
“Welcome home, slave,” he whispered softly.
***
There was little said as her master led her to his car and helped her in. They drove most of the way home in complete silence, his emotionless face holding her on edge.
She’d never been with him before, never known the weight of his presence. Her body was fighting internally, trying to be ecstatic and leap for joy, but the stronger side made her hold her tongue until she knew it was safe.
When they were almost home, he broke the deafening silence.
“Do not worry about your things; we’ll get them later. When we get up to the apartment, I want you to strip and kneel at my feet.” His voice was soft but firm, his emotions never changing as he stared ahead.
Fighting back the urge to say more, she nodded her head. “Yes, sir.”
The car came to a stop and he got out, walking around to let her out and guide her up to his apartment. He held her by the hand as they climbed the steps, not once looking back at her. She took this opportunity to adjust her hair quickly.
After being let into the apartment, he dropped her hand. She stopped walking as he shut the door behind them and then walked to stand in front of her.
His eyes were cool and collected as he looked his slave up and down. Slowly he crossed his arms and leaned back against the edge of the couch, showing he was relaxed.
His slave, on the other hand, was anything but. Her heart was pounding as her hands reached up to pull off her shirt, then move down to slide off her shorts.
The cool eyes watched her every move, as more and more skin was revealed. She quietly took off her shoes and then rested her hands on the clasp of her bra. With one final breath, she unclasped it and let it fall.
A slight smirk played at the edge of her master’s lips as her hands quickly moved to take off her panties. Already, she could feel her nipples growing hard and her cunt getting warm.
The blood rushed to her cheeks as she knelt down on the carpet, her entire body bare.
“Much better in person,” her master commented as he began slowly pacing around her.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she lost sight of him. She knew he had seen it before, but this was different, he was here, he could touch her.
Which is exactly what he did. First, his hand ran delicately down the spine of her back, stopping at her waist. He bent down and wrapped both hands around her tight stomach and pulled her back against him. His chin rested on her shoulder as he whispered to her.
“Now, you’re mine.”
The words seemed so simple but meant so much as her body seemed to melt into his. The soft warmth given off by him was all she wanted for the rest of her life as his hands moved down her front.
With a dull shock she realized that in her relaxed state, he had gotten to her pussy. His index finger played itself between her lips and began teasing the opening.
“Good. I need you nice and wet.” With that, he let go of her, standing up and wiping his finger off.
Curiosity filled her as he walked around the corner and out of sight. What were his plans?
After a few moments, he came back with a strip of cloth. Without words he pulled it around her head, blinding her, then tying it closed.
Again, her heartbeat quickened as she lost one of her senses. Desperately, she tried to listen for whatever she could, hoping to get a hint of what he had planned.
All she got though was his hard grip on her arm.
“Stand up,” he ordered firmly.
She obeyed and stood wobbly to her feet. As soon as she was up, she felt herself being pulled down the hallway. The sound of a door opening and closing, and then she was left to stand still.
For moments nothing happened. There wasn’t a sound or a feeling. Her body covered in goosebumps as she started to panic.
It was cut short though by the touch of a hand on her ass. It squeezed firmly, lifting her up slightly. She closed her eyes in the blindfold and began to sink again into the relaxing touch.
Another hand then grabbed her breast, two of the fingers softly rolling her nipple between them.
A soft moan escaped her lips as her head begin to fall back with the sensation.
Suddenly she bolted straight; another hand cupped her pussy. That was too many hands; she and master weren’t alone.
Her heartbeat reached overdrive as it pumped rapidly, her breath coming in quick bursts. She was naked for all to see, and they could use her in any way they wanted…