Meeting My Master Ch. 01

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Going from an online sub to real life.
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Part 1 of the 3 part series

Updated 10/03/2022
Created 01/10/2013
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It started out innocently enough. Casual flirting which led to a series of questions, the questions being more and more probing, more and more personal, more and more sexual. You revealing to me what I craved, despite not knowing myself what it was. Before long I found myself unable to stay away, wanting you, desiring you to command me, eager to obey you, despite you persistently pushing me past any boundaries that I put up. I put up a wall and you knock it down piece by piece, revealing to me what I crave even when I don't realize it myself. Now despite all the times of telling myself this would never happen, I prepare to meet you for the first time, to be dominated and taken in real life.

I look down at the instructions that I printed out from you, questioning myself if I can really follow through with them, wondering if I dare disobey. You have told me that by the end of the night I will have completely submitted to you. I read through the list again: I am to wear a front closure bra and button up blouse, a short skirt with no panties. I should be completely shaved, bring my vibrators, and the remote control wireless egg shaped vibrating bullet.

I place the vibrators in my purse, and look at the clock. Fifteen minutes and you will arrive to pick me up. I had tried to set up the meeting so that I would drive myself, but you wanted me dependent on you and wouldn't hear of it. Eventually I had caved in, like I do on most things, and agreed to you picking me up. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had laid out. I wondered why you had told me to wear a front closing bra, as I smoothed the red shirt down. The skirt was much shorter than I was comfortable with, especially with no panties. I decide to put a pair of panties on, just to see if they are noticeable. They are not, and maybe you won't notice I think to myself. I can take them off before anything happens and you will never know the difference I reason to myself.

Before I can think it through anymore I hear the doorbell ring. I know it is you. I suppose what is done is done, it is too late to change now. I open the door and greet you, our first face-to-face meeting. I am taken aback at how nervous I am as you walk in. My heart is pounding in my chest, and already I can feel myself growing wet just at your presence. I feel a surge in my body, knowing that now you are close enough to touch, close enough to make all of my darkest desires come true. You come in and we sit down together, I am sitting across from you.

"Are you ready for tonight," you say breaking the silence.

"Yes sir," I say looking down at the floor, my voice almost quivering with both nervousness and barely contained desire.

"By the end of the night you will have fully submitted to me. There will be several phases to this process. Each phase emphasizing that I own you, and forcing you to submit that much further. There is to be no resistance or hesitation, or there will be punishment given. This is the first phase. Do you understand?" You say all of these things so matter-of-factly, as if we were having a casual conversation about the weather. The word punishment rings out, and I instantly regret putting the panties on.

"Yes sir, I understand." I say quietly, wondering how quickly I can get them off without you knowing.

"Now," you say standing up, "have you followed my instructions fully in preparing for tonight."

"Yes sir," I say as panic sets in in the reality that I will not get them off before you find out.

"Good," you say pleased. "Repeat back to me my instructions."

I look at you for a brief moment, processing what you have said, then respond, "I am to have my vibrators with me, I am to be completely shaved, to wear a button up blouse, a front closure bra, a short skirt, and no panties, sir."

"Where are you vibs," you question.

"In my purse sir," I respond back and point toward my purse. You walk over and look into my purse, which I have left open and see them laying there.

"Good girl," you say, knowing that I love pleasing you. "Now unbutton your blouse, and raise your skirt."

At this point I know that there is nothing I can do, and that you will know I have disobeyed. I look down at the floor, and confess. "Sir," I say with my voice shaking a bit, "I have not followed your instructions exactly."

"Do as your told," you respond without acknowledging what I have said.

"Yes sir," I quickly say and begin unbuttoning my blouse. When done I raise my skirt revealing the black lace panties beneath.

You sigh denoting your obvious disappointment. "Remove them," you say sternly and place you hand out. Immediately I obey and place them in your hand without saying a word. "Lift your skirt," you command again. I obey and you lift my skirt revealing my shaved pussy to you. I continue to look at the floor. You place your hand under my chin and raise my face so that I am looking at yours. "We have not even left the building and you are already disobeying me," you chastise.

"I'm sorry sir," is all I can bring myself to say.

Abruptly you turn away from me and say, "You will receive two punishments for this, one for telling me you had obeyed when you had not, and one for not obeying. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I reply, waiting to hear what my punishment will be.

"Now button your blouse up, pull your skirt down, and lets go," you say moving towards to door.

I look at you not understanding; I had been expecting you to deliver my punishments. Not wanting to have another punishment I begin following your orders. I pick up my purse and approach you at the door. "Sir," I question, "when will you punish me?"

You look back at me and respond with a smile, "later in the evening, your behavior through the night will determine how many punishments you will receive, and also what pleasure you will receive."

I had not expected this, and the idea of waiting on pins and needles all night long, not knowing what was awaiting me was mental torture. I'm sure it was another step in your plan of making me completely submissive; torturing me with what was to come, knowing that I would be thinking of it often throughout the evening. Yet as I follow along beside you I feel how wet I am as I walk into the unknown. We have spoken enough, that I have begun to trust you, yet I still have a deep seated fear that completely letting go with all abandon, will lead me down a path of destruction. I try not to focus on these things as I followed you out of the house, as you opened the door to the passenger side of the door for me to get in.

"Thank you sir," I say as I get into the car.

Instead of shutting the door and moving to get in yourself as I expect, you stand there watching me. I look up at you, waiting for you to say something.

"How wet are you?" you ask.

"Very wet sir," I respond immediately.

"Good, by the time I get into my seat, I want your skirt pulled up, your legs spread, and a vibe in your pussy on high. I want you to hand me the remote to the bullet and you will hold it against your clit while I find a setting I like for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I reply.

You shut the door and begin to walk to your side of the car. I immediately do as you have commanded, pulling my skirt up and spreading my legs. I slide the vib in very easily because I am so wet, and turn it on high. It delivers the instant pleasurable sensations that I have come to know so well since meeting you, and I can't help as a small moan escapes my lips as I push it all the way in, the vibrations deep in my pussy. I hold the bullet against my clit and wait for you to enter the car.

As you get seated I hand you the remote. "Good slave," you say as you take the remote from me. You buzz through the seven different settings, watching my reactions to the different pulses and intensities. You find a setting that you like, not surprising it is a high constant vibration, that will offer no relief if you decide to withhold my orgasm from me. I have not cum in 4 days waiting for this day to arrive per your orders. But there has been constant teasing, constant stimulation, but no release, despite my begging and pleading. "You want an orgasm very badly don't you Mandy," you tease.

I am already nearing the edge from the buildup over the last several days, and the rush of finally meeting you, if I allowed myself the indulgence I could be on the edge of an orgasm in mere seconds. "Yes sir, please sir, I want to cum," I beg you as the vibrations continue to pulse through me.

"All in time," you say as your fingertips begin teasing me. You start at my knee and slowing and lightly trace you fingers up my spread legs and thigh. I moan at your touch and feel myself come that much closer to the edge of release.

"Please sir," I beg again, "please let me cum for you."

"Not yet," you say as your hand covers mine and presses the bullet more firmly against my clit causing me to moan out loud, and then groan as you deny me what I want so badly. My body surges to the edge or orgasm, on fire for release, with a need so strong to cum, but knowing that I can not disobey, I maintain the edge and resist the urge.

You smile as you remove your hand, pleased that I am obeying you. You have seen me cum enough times on camera that I would not be able to hide the orgasm from you, especially as large as the one I have mounting will be.

"Remove the bullet, but keep the other vibe in. As we drive to the restaurant you will unbutton your blouse and unclasp the bra. I will play with one breast and you will mimic what I do with the other. If I pinch your nipple you will do the same. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I reply as I regain control over my body again, the vibrations deep inside me holding me on the brink, but the removal of the vibe from my clit bringing the overwhelming desire down to a manageable level. At this point I am thankful for all the training you have given me on learning to control my release of orgasm, even though I have cursed you in my head for forcing me to hold back those euphoric releases.

As you start the car I begin to realize what I have just agreed to. Someone could see me, or rather my breasts as we drive down the road. I begin to panic as you back out of the drive way, but the vibe still deep within me makes it hard for me to focus or find clarity.

"Sir," I say trying to reason with you, "what if someone sees me. I can not have anyone that drives down the road seeing my breasts being fondled."

"You have just earned yourself another punishment: no hesitation, no resistance" you say in a matter-of fact tone. Meanwhile you reach over and recline the chair back so that I would be hidden from view. Feeling foolish and almost set up, I apologize and follow your directions, not wanting to add to the punishment any further. As I unclasp the bra and free my breast's I see you watching from the corner of your eye. I await your touch knowing that it will not be long until I am on the edge again, my nipples already hard in anticipation.

Lost in thought of what was to come, I am brought instantly back to the present as I feel your touch on my left breast, sending jolt of electricity through my body. My hand joins yours on my right breast. Teasing, touching, exploring, a moan pushes through as the vibrations below continue pulsing through me. Without even realizing it I arch my back pushing my breast deeper into your hand, my body telling you I want more, even though no words are spoken. My nipples

tingle at your touch, at the anticipation of what is to come. I open my mouth as you pinch down on my nipple sucking in air, and follow suite on my side. You roll my nipple between your fingers, and watch to make sure I do the same. I am obedient in what you have told me to do. You continue to tease me, and in turn I tease myself as our drive progresses. My legs still spread wide, you can see how horney I am. Desperate for an orgasm as I writhe in the seat, moaning from your touch. You can read me so well that you know I am on the edge again, without me even saying anything. Before I can even ask you command, "Do not cum."

"Yes sir," I manage to say through moans, and another silent curse in my head. You continue to tease me, the rest of the drive. As you turn into the parking lot of the restaurant I see you pull into the back far away from other vehicles. You have removed your hands from me while you park, and I start to dress again, pulling my bra back on.

"Did I give you permission?" you ask looking at me sternly.

"No sir, I'm sorry I just assumed that it was time for me to get dressed again." I am frozen hoping that I have not gained a fourth punishment. Still scared of what those punishments might be, and desperate not to have another one.

"I could give you another punishment for that," you say as if you were reading my mind. You see me look down at the ground in response. "However, you are learning, I will be lenient this time, and excuse the mistake."

"Thank you master," I say very relieved to hear this.

"Now give me your tits and pussy," you command. Not waiting for a reply you are almost on top of me. Your hand instantly on my pussy, rubbing my clit, fingering circles around it then brushing over the top, in quick succession. Meanwhile, your mouth sucking on my nipples, moving back and forth between them, I gasp out finally feeling more of your touch, feeling your lips for the first time on my body. The vib continuing to pulse deep inside of me; I am instantly on the edge again. My moaning growing louder and louder, almost to the point of screaming as your mouth delivers volts of pleasure over me, and your finger teases my clit relentlessly.

"Please sir, I cant take anymore, please let me cum, please," I beg you over and over again as I arch my back pressing my tits into your face and grind my pussy into your hand. I am so close, that I don't even know if I can stop the orgasm from coming, when you immediately stop pulling back.

"Not yet you say," pulling the vibe from my wet pussy and turning it off, "but very soon." I groan as your abrupt stop has ripped the orgasm away from me, denying me once again. I am visibly frustrated at the denial yet again, but I do not dare disrespect you. "Now, you may get dressed," you say as you readjust yourself, ignoring my annoyed demeanor. As you finish you get out of the car and walk around to let me out of the car. I am composed again by the time you

open the door, and we exit together. We enter the restaurant and I realize that my nipples are still hard and I am still very wet, I am instantly put on guard that someone will be able to see my heightened state. I must look completely sex crazed at this point. I look around and am grateful that there are only a few people around, and none seem to be paying particular attention to me.

We enter the restaurant and wait for the hostess to come and seat us. "You have passed through the second phase now," you say quietly so that no one can hear but me. "You gave me your tits, and were obedient in not Cuming. Your tits are mine. I will do with your tits as I please. I am your master, and you will submit to my wishes. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand," I say quietly, still flustered from the car ride to the restaurant.

"Good, now for the next phase. Do you want to know what will happen now?" you question, looking at me with a smile on your face.

As I study you, I am not sure if I want to know or not, but I hear myself respond anyways, "yes sir."

"You wanted an orgasm so bad; you will have plenty of them, right here in this restaurant. You will cum as many times as I say. Your orgasms are mine; you already know that I can deny them at will, now you will see that I can command them from you as well, even in a public location."

I am looking at you in shock. You can not possibly be serious. I was not going to cum in public; there is no way for me to hide the orgasms. Completely mortified and transfixed in thought, I barely hear the hostess asking if you want a table or a booth.

"Booth," I hear you reply, and the hostess begins to walk into the restaurant. I am still in a fog as I feel your hand on my lower back edging me to follow the hostess along. My face must reveal my shock at the situation as you nudge me to set in the booth, then sit beside me. "Your waitress will be right with you," the hostess says casually as she hands us menus and then leaves.

The table is silent, as I sit looking blankly at the menu. Not really reading anything, completely lost in thought. I am snapped back into reality when I hear your voice, "spread your legs." I respond without even thinking, my legs spreading wide a part. I feel your hand on my thigh, slowly moving up, higher and higher, sliding under my skirt and touching the lips of my pussy.

"Please don't make me do this in public," I make a plea, knowing that you will make me do it anyways. You very rarely change your mind about anything once you issue a command. Even if I refuse, you keep pushing and pushing, one step at a time until I cave in and do what you command.

"You will do as you are told, if you hesitate or resist then you will receive punishment. You will have at least 6 orgasms during our time here. If I feel like you are resisting then I will add more

orgasms in addition to punishment. You must ask my permission before each orgasm, and I will tell you when to cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I say beginning to look around. I was hoping the restaurant was empty, that there would be no one to hear or see anything that was about to happen. I was not so fortunate. There we people directly in front of us. Although they wouldn't be able to see anything they most definitely would be able to hear me, I would have to remain silent through my orgasms. There were other people seated at tables neighboring ours, not too close, but close enough that I would need to remain visibly composed. How was I going to do this, it had been 4 days since I had felt the release of an orgasm, and not just 4 days, but you had tortured me during those 4 days. Forcing me to stay amped up and on the edge of orgasm for hours at a time, and denying me even one orgasm, to "test" if I had truly learned to control them. Between that and the events of the day I felt like I was on fire, and this first orgasm was bound to be explosive.

I feel you fingers slide between my lips playing with my clit, instantly driving me wild. I resist the urge to moan out loud, and grip the edge of the table to maintain composure. Without even thinking I slide myself down a little giving you easier access, my body revealing how much I want an orgasm, even if it is here in the middle of all these people. I feel myself softly moaning and panting as you push your fingers deep inside of me. Quickly and roughing fingering me, it is only minutes before I am on the edge again. "May I cum sir," I ask almost panting.

"Cum now," you command as you continue pushing your fingers deep into my wet pussy. Finally I am allowed to release orgasm that I have been holding so long. I feel my entire body tense and release, as my pussy spasms against your fingers. I take a deep breathe and look down at the table, my hand gripping your leg as I try to avoid screaming out. But a soft moan escapes my lips despite my efforts. You continue fingering me roughly through the entire orgasm, extending it as long as possible until you feel it subsiding . You move your hand down to my thigh, wiping my juices on my leg, allowing me to relax after the orgasm. After I have recollected myself, and made sure I can speak without my voice cracking, I thank you for the orgasm.

I see the waitress approaching the table, and try to close my legs, but your hand forcefully pulls back and you look at me and simply say, "NO." I do not resist, but flush red in embarrassment as the waitress approaches the table. She takes our drink order, and I feel your fingers rubbing my clit again as I order my drink. I can barely speak as I quickly order hoping that she will leave again. As she leaves you plunge your fingers deep inside me causing me to gasp out. You bring me to the edge quickly, and I am asking you to cum. "Wait" you say, continuing your pattern of thrusts in and out of me. I see the waitress approaching the table with our drinks and know what you are planning to do. I can not cum in front of her, so I desperately try to move, to push your hand aside, anything to avoid the orgasm that is pending from happening in front of the waitress.