my wife has a masterAugust 31, 2011 by: cuckold_videos
she sits in the back of the taxi her heart pounding in her chest so much so she fears it may try to escape. her mind wandering over the past few months ever since she met Him online, is she really going to meet Him at last? T/they have chatted so long she knows his likes and dislikes as He knows hers. When they first started chatting He told her He was new to the lifestyle over the months she has often wondered how true this is as His knowledge seems to far outweigh His experience, but as He had reminded her often he was well read in the lifestyle, and had been studying to increase His knowledge since meeting her.
He had allowed her more space for a Dom than at times she felt she wanted or needed, blushing slightly at the thought of Him allowing her to pleasure herself as her needs and occasions allowed, but that had changed over the past month, ever since she had informed him she was willing to be owned by Him.
T/their chats since then had become increasing arousing to her, as He had detailed his wishes, whims, wants and desires. He had told her how he intended to use her for his pleasure and enjoyment, to tease her, beat her, to control her sexual needs and urges. The thought making her squirm slightly in her seat as the taxi crawled at what seemed like a snails pace through the traffic.
She ran though her preparations in her mind, she had bathed, and shaved her cunt ready for Him, no His cunt she reminded herself that thought making her already damp thong even more so, as she shuddered at the memory of her own delicate fingers touching herself as she shaved, at the memory of the razor scraping across her delicate highly aroused cunt. she had been good she thought to herself at the memory of her need earlier that morning wanting desperately to plunge her fingers deep inside herself wanting, no needing the release He had promised her when they chatted last night. The towel after her bath had not helped either she blushed slightly remembering her hard tipped nipples no His nipples (I will belong wholly to Him soon she corrected herself) begging to be touched teased and caressed. God how she hated her nipples she thought to herself, and her belly, the fear of his possible rejection flooding through her mind once more. Then she smiled a gentle half smile at His comments about both her pet hates, how He intended to kiss each and every flaw she saw in her own body to show her He saw no such flaws, to Him she was and always would be perfect. Physically at least.
her body aching under the clothes He had requested she wear, the white bra and thong, the black hold ups, the black respectable skirt, and the crisp white blouse. With her black jacket on she had thought to herself as she had checked herself in the mirror she resembled a office worker, with her long blonde hair piled up on her head leaving her delicate slender neck fully exposed, she could almost be taken for a manager she mused. Not the maid she was in real life, or the slave and slut she was about to once again become. That thought sent a delicious shudder though her body, as she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together trying to stop the aching deep inside her molten hot cunt.
she was awakened suddenly from her thoughts as the taxi stopped, and the driver announced their arrival at her destination. she jumped slightly as her door opened suddenly and a hand reached inside to help her from the taxi. she climbed out her heart in her mouth, she could hear the blood pumping in her ears, her head slightly bowed, her eyes cast downward in pure trepidation. her eyes seeing only the black trousers and shoes. He released her hand saying softly, ‘one moment my darling dina’ and moved to pay the taxi driver. she stood in silence her mind racing. Of course she thought that was why He got me to text Him once I was in the taxi, her worries disappearing slightly that He should meet her in such a manner waiting for her to arrive. her mind snapping back to reality as she heard the taxi move away, His shoes coming back into her field of vision. she watched his sun tanned hand as it moved slowly into her field of vision, his finger under her chin gently tilting her face up to His. His smile took her breath away, as she realised He was pleased with her. ‘Hello sweet slave at long last we met’ he says His blue eyes looking deep into hers. Tilting his head forward His lips gently brushing her cheek, the smell of his aftershave filling her nostrils, making her senses race.