A Little Submissive

Sandy was caught by surprise when her Master quickly thrust his prick into her. She almost cried out as his large prick thrust into her. Stretching her pussy wide. Sandy tried to relax, allowing her pussy muscles to take in his large girth. Sandy felt his big dick as it thrust deep into her tight pussy. Never had she known such a large prick inside her. Her pussy was completely filled with him. She felt him thrusting so deep into her. Sandy thrust her hips back at him, wanting him filling her pussy, thrusting deep. He was so big that she felt he was splitting her apart. But she didn't stop thrusting her hips against his big prick but carried on faster and faster. She felt her Master as he stiffened even more inside her. His cum flowing into her as she came to. Just then Sandy woke from her dream. She felt so hot. Her breathing so rapid. Her dream has been so vivid. Sandy felt beneath her nightie to find the her panties were drenched. Sandy got out of bed and stripped her wet panties off. She walked to her clothes hamper, throwing them in. Sandy looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Sandy stripped off to have a quick shower. She was aroused by the dream she had about Tim being her Master. Sandy grabbed her moisturizing soap and loofah. Washing herself she thought of the erotic dream she had been enjoying so much. She felt she needed to accept that she was a submissive and needed to find a Master to fulfill her. She put liquid soap on her loofah and washed herself carefully. Sandy began to day dream about her dream. Absentmindedly she washed her pussy, Sandy closed her eyes imagining that her Master was in the shower with her, telling her what to do. "Stroke your pussy, so gently with the loofah. Exciting your pussy as the soap suds wash you. Feel the loofah exquisite against your pussy. Such sensitive sensual feelings. You are so aroused by the feel of the loofah against your pussy. Inflamed by it's touch. Sandy rubs the loofah against herself. Her pussy feels so good. She grinds her hips against the loofah, sliding it between her legs, she pretends it is her Master. Thrusting her fingers inside her. Imagining her Master's commands. Sandy brings herself to a quick orgasm as she imagines her Master commanding her to play with herself. To bring herself to release.

Sandy toweled herself dry. Thinking of the way things were working out. She knew the dreams were her subconscious telling her that she was a submissive. She just needed to face reality. She felt she had to tell Tim that she had wants and needs. He could help her. He was a Master with experience. She was a submissive with sexual needs and desires that he could help fulfill her day dreams into reality. Sandy crawled into bed. Naked. She caressed her breasts, using her fingers she squeezed her nipples till they were erect, stroking her taut, flat stomach she went lower, her fingers grazing against the small amount of fluff she had. Her pubic hair a small amount of fine hair. Sandy's fingertips explored further, finding her clit. Stroking the small nub of flesh till it becomes hard and erect. Sandy flicked her clit, sucking her breathe in as she does. Her warm fingers move on, finding her outer pussy lips, sliding her fingers deeper. feeling the dampness of her aroused pussy, she slides her fingers, one at a time, inside herself . Slowly thrusting at first she quickens the tempo, her hips thrusting too, meeting her fingers rhythm Sandy climaxes quickly as she imagines her Master's fingers thrusting inside her. She falls asleep, thinking of how much she needed to be dominated by a Master to bring her exquisite pleasure.

The next day Sandy knew she wanted to tell Tim everything. Her day passed quickly and she left the bookshop right on knock off time. She quickly said hello to the librarian and logged onto ICQ. She worried as she waited what he would say to her. She couldn't be too forward. She wanted him to make the first moves. She knew he was what she wanted as her Master. He was authoritative, thoughtful, intelligent. kind and understanding and most of all he was experienced. She also trusted him. Tim wasn't online but she ICQ'ed him anyway. Anxious for a reply from him before she chickened out. "I know I'm a submissive. I'm sure of it now. It is all I think of and ream about." Sandy waited for Tim's reply. She waited, excitedly for his reply. Time seemed to drag. Then her ICQ symbol flashed. Tim was sending her a message. Sandy clicked on his message. "Are you looking for me, little one?" Sandy replied. "Yes, Master." "Then I will send for you little one. Will you come to me? Willing to do my bidding and to seek mutual sexual gratification?" "Yes, Master, I do. "Tim ICQ'ed Sandy the details of their "coming together. "Arranging Sandy's tickets and flight plans.

Things happened so fast but only because that is what Sandy wanted. Tim had encouraged her to take her time and think things through. But he paid for the plane tickets and anything else she needed. Sandy gave her notice at the bookshop. She spent the last few days of her time in the library and saying goodbye to the few people she was close to. The day quickly arrived and she was ready to leave. Sandy boarded the bus. Giving the busdriver her ticket. The driver smiled as he saw how pretty Sandy was. A warm smile. She was tired and a little nervous. There was almost no one on the bus. Sandy walked to the back of the bus. Stowing her small bag in the shelf above her head. Sandy looked out the slightly dusty window, silently saying good bye to her small home town. There was no one to wave goodbye to, no one to see her off or wish her good luck. Sandy took one last look at the small bus station as the bus pulled away. She watched as the countryside passed her by. Seeing the familiar pass by and welcoming the new scenery that she had never seen before.

She had almost not got on the bus. Scared to start a new life. But back in Marton she had no chance of doing anything other than marrying some farmer and spending her life having babies or working on the farm. Sandy knew that she could do so much more. While working in the bookshop she had found through reading all the magazines and newspapers that the rest of the world was such a big place full of opportunities. Things she wanted to see and do . Sandy had read the big city newspapers and found so many exciting possibilities. And here she was traveling along in a bus on her way to the airport to catch a plane to go all the way to New Zealand to meet a man that she had not seen in person before. Sandy was also convinced that Tim was a real Master not someone who pretended to be one. He had given her so much personal information that she had verified to show that he was telling her the truth. She knew his full name, where he worked, the car he drove and he had sent her his driver's license details. They had talked for hours before he had been convinced that she truly wanted to come to him. Sandy blushed a little as she thought of how detailed their conversations had been. Tim running through his checklist from safe words to condoms being used in their relationship.

Sandy got her book out of her purse. She tried to read but was distracted by her thoughts. Just then her cellphone rang. "Sandy. I want to know what you are wearing." "Yes Master. I am wearing the clothes you sent." "Are you wearing panties, Sandy?" "No, Master I am dressed the way you told me to." "Tell me Sandy how do you feel?" "Master, I feel a little excited as I travel to you." "How excited are you, Sandy?" "Master I am sitting in the bus traveling to you. Wearing the clothes you brought. Wearing no panties or bra. Aroused by the thought that at the end of my trip you will be there to greet me." "Sandy I want you to stroke your inner thigh, slowly stroking upwards till you reach your pussy." "Yes Master." Sandy stroked her self, touching her inner thigh, listening to Tim as he spoke to her telling her what he wanted her to do to herself to bring her to pleasure with his guidance. Sandy slipped her short skirt high up her thigh, reaching for her aroused pussy. Sliding her fingers inside her pussy lips. "Tell me what you feel?" Tim's voice was so deep and strong to Sandy. "Master I am stroking my pussy lips. My pussy is already moist as my fingers tease my pussy." "Is anyone looking?" Sandy looks around. Most of the people on the bus are asleep or reading. Sandy looks up the front of the bus to see that the busdrivers is glancing at her in the rear vision mirror. "Yes Master. The bus driver is looking at me in his rear mirror. Everyone else is taking no notice."

Sandy pleasures herself as she listens to Tim's deep voice. She groans a little as she excites herself . So aroused by being in a public place while she fingers her pussy. Sandy moans as she feels close to release. She sees that the bus diver is still watching her. She knows he cannot see what she is actually doing but is even more excited knowing that he is looking at her. Sandy moans louder as she feels an orgasm ripple through her body. "Ah little one. I am pleased to hear you as you climax from touching yourself. Now you must listen carefully and follow my instructions. Do you understand? " "Yes Master. I understand and will listen carefully to you." Tim proceeds to tell her where to go when she gets off the plane. Where to catch a taxi from and the address she must tell the driver. "You must come to me, unaided, little one. Come to me, willing and prepared to do my bidding." Sandy was a little breathless as she realized she was finally going to her Master to begin her training. She knew he was so strong and dominant but also that he would look after her and never abuse her. Sandy felt her nipples stiffen as she thought of her new Master. Her pussy thrilling, aroused to the wondrous pleasures the submissive lifestyle offered to her now that she had a Master who would train her. Sandy did not feel at all apprehensive. She knew she was safe with Tim. And in her bag she had a return ticket to America so that if at any time things didn't work out she could go. Tim called it her "safety net."

When she arrives at his house by cab. The taxi driver helps her take her bags out of the car and drives away. She grabs her small bags and walks up the pathway. The front door is wide open and she walks inside. Going through the kitchen she drops her bags. Carrying on into the lounge. Following Tim's instructions exactly. Tim is standing there, waiting for his submissive. He looks at Sandy. Acknowledging her presence. Welcoming her to him. Her Master. "Disrobe." He quietly but authoritatively tells her. Sandy is very tired but so pleased to be with her Master. She quickly takes off her clothes and stands naked before him. Her eyes cast down, she stands and waits patiently for her Master to command her. "Kneel." Sandy knelt at her Master's feet. Adopting one of the poses that Master Tim had sent her to her in a URL to show her exactly how to pose. Her beautiful, slender legs and supple thighs spread as wide as she could, her pussy open to her Master's view. Sandy's hands on her thighs palm up, her stomach and back slightly in, her shoulders straight, forcing her breasts out, her head raised proudly but her eyes lowered to the ground. Her long blonde hair falls naturally down her back. Her hair still in it's ponytail.

Tim stands over her. Sandy can smell his aftershave mixed with his strong masculine scent. She is turned on by offering herself naked to him. To her Master she is submissive. She feels a small thrill go through her as she waits for his next command. Tim walks behind her. Pulling the ponytail from her hair so that her blonde her is free. He runs his hands through her hair. Stroking her neck. Pulling her hair to one side. Sandy feels Tim place something against the back of her neck. Sandy sits very still, wanting to please her Master. She feels her pussy exposed as her thighs are as wide as she can spread them. Her body tingles all over. She fights to keep her breathing light and regular so as to not betray how excited she was. Sandy could feel her pussy moistening as Tim gently touched her. Bringing his hands around the front Sandy sees the collar her Master now puts on his sub. Making her his. She would now wear the training collar unless he removed it from around her neck. Tim could attach a leash to her collar tethering her where he wanted her to be. To his bed or at the bottom of the stairs. Where she would assume a submissive pose. Waiting for him to return for her. Tim walked back around Sandy again. "Welcome little one."

"You may rise." Sandy stands, her head bowed, feeling how close her Master was to her. "Walk to the kitchen and get me a drink of water." Sandy turns gracefully, her long blonde hair caressing her body as she turns. She walks quietly across the room , knowing that her Master was watching her, Sandy was elated as her body responded to her. She had practiced and practiced to be perfect for him. Her feet hardly seeming to leave the ground, her hips swaying sensually, her body erect and proud. When she reached the kitchen she stops and pausing, her body erect, her shoulders back, her small breasts thrust out, her taut stomach held in a little. Sandy got a clean glass from the bench and poured her Master a glass of water. She returns to him. Her body exposed to his gaze. Her chin is held high and her eyes are lowered. She holds the glass out from her chest, waiting for her Master to accept what she was offering him. Tim took the glass from her hand. "Good little one. I am pleased by you. You may walk to the bedroom and wait for me." Sandy looked up at Tim to see that he was pointing to his bedroom. She quickly cast her eyes down again. "Yes Master. Thank you Master." Sandy walked to the bedroom. Walking sensuously for her Master.

Sandy walked to the bedroom. Wondering how her Master wanted her to present herself to him. Sandy decides to prostrate herself on the bed, her body flat to the bed. Her stomach pressed hard against the mattress. Her stomach flat. Her small breasts crushed against the innerspring mattress. Her thighs spread wide. She still feels it is not enough to show her Master her respect and the offering she brings him. She raises her hips. Crouching the front of her body low on the bed. Her arms stretched out in front of her, elbows locked, hands clasped together. Spreading her thighs as wide was she can. Her pussy spread wide, open for her Master to see. Helpless before him, she waits in this position for him. Knowing he could make her wait minutes or hours. Sandy presses her face into the mattress. She remains still, waiting, in supplication to her Master. She raises her hips as high as she can. Sandy hears as her Master enters the room. Sandy squeezes her pussy muscles together. Tight as she can. Wanting her Master to feel how tight her pussy was as he enters her

Sandy did not look around as she felt her Master's presence. Sandy was anticipating her Master's touch. Aching for him to ease her sexual frustration. Tim walks slowly into the room. Walking to the head of his bed he takes Sandy's hands and cuffs them to the headboard with a pair of metal handcuffs. He slowly strokes Sandy's lovely body. Sandy quivers under her Master's touch.

"Well little one. We begin your training in the bedroom. You have learnt the poses and proper responses and respect to your Master. Do you remember the safe words you chose?" Sandy nods.

"This is just the beginning of your training. You have done very well so far. I am pleased with you, little one." Tim lifts Sandy's head and places a kiss on her mouth. Sandy quickly responds to him. Passionately kissing him back. Tim pulls away.

"You are tired, little one. Enough for one day." Her Master undoes the cuffs. "Sit up" Sandy sits up, assuming the pose of her thighs wide and hands palm up. Tim sits on the edge of the bed. He strokes Sandy's hair. "Lay down and sleep, little one. We shall continue tomorrow with your training." Sandy smile at Tim. Her Master. She curls up on her side. Looking at her Master as she falls asleep. She dreams of him and wonders what tomorrow will bring. She is a very happy submissive. Safe with her new Master.