Melissa Meets Her Master

Melissa gazed down at the small space where her feet rested. Her black, flat heeled shoes, the ones that gave her comfort and reminded her of how easy it was for her to just forget the world, were tattered and worn, the seams on the side ungluing. She sighed deeply, trying to calm herself, remembering where she was.

If anyone had told her almost a year ago that she would be on a plane heading to a distant country, she would have told them they were out of their mind! Or if they had told her she was planning to leave her family, her husband and children behind to embark on the personal journey of a lifetime. She would have told them there was no possible way it was going to happen. Back then she would have sworn she loved her husband and was genuinely happy living in the norms of domesticity. The same little dream of the white picket fence all good little girls have when they are young. The one they live out as they play with their dolls, or while playing "house" with the next door neighbours boys.

She found out very quickly how things changed for her. It was like a tornado that swept through and tore out all the lies and false beliefs. Things she had told herself were morally right to do. Things she was conditioned to be from a child. " Be a mother, be a wife, be acceptable and do the things you are supposed to do."

Those things were gone now. Removed by the incredible awakening of who she really was, of what she was born to become. She realized that she hadn't chosen to be a mother. It wasn't that she didn't love her children. She had just done what was so normal for other young girls and women. To have children. That primal urge to have your own offspring and to feel safe and secure. To feel needed, wanted and loved.

If she could have only seen it for herself back then. Things would have been different for her. She would have headed out on this path such a long time ago. It didn't matter though. It was happening now and she felt so right about it.

The same peace she felt when her controlling husband finally left the house, she was feeling now. It was the right thing to do. She wanted so badly out of that unhealthy relationship and it felt like it took forever for her to muster up the courage to end it.

She had incredible resentment towards him. He never treated her girls the same. Always giving one more than the other. Putting the two against each other. His ability to intimidate her, leaving her feeling too paralyzed to change things and be herself.

To walk away from her children was so hard. She loved them, but knew there was no way she could bring them on this journey with her. Part of her desperately wanted to bring them along, but the biggest part of her said "no". The new life she was about to embark on was no place for children.

She struggled with herself for months over it. Morality and "doing the right thing" kept creeping into her mind. She couldn't count the number of times she felt she was so selfish and uncaring. Wondering what people would think about her and the guilt that she would feel afterwards. Did it mean that leaving them meant she was a failure?

Melissa shook her head to clear all the whirling thoughts and quickly reminded herself why she was on the plane in the first place. She wanted no parts of those morals and the guilt attached to them. She wanted to banish guilt and shame of any kind from her life. Anything that would cause her pain and keep her from moving forward. Anything causing her to feel as unworthy as she had most of her life.

She restlessly gazed up to the small compartment where her things had been neatly hidden away. And decided she would wait. Just that little bit longer, for the voice from the speakers overhead announcing she would soon be arriving at her destination.

Her mind began to wander back to the beginning, when she first met him on the Internet. His pictures revealed him as being a deeply nicely tanned older man with beautiful blue eyes that could pierce the very core of her. His nicely trimmed blonde hair flickered like gold when the sun hit it on a balmy day

She had spoken to him on the phone several times and spent countless hours in chat with him. They had discussed everything from casual topics to philosophy. And the cyber sex with him, it was like nothing she'd experienced. Telling him all her fantasies and dreams. Fantasies and dreams from the darkest corners of her soul. Where no one ever touched and no one ever went. Not even her. He awakened feelings and desires in her she never realized she had. He had already brought her to orgasmic heights she never believed she would reach, especially at such a great distance.

For a moment, anyone nearby could have heard her giggling. Her own disbelief at what this man had drawn out of her causing her to stifle the giggle. The intensity of conversation and depth of connection she felt with him was unlike anything she had ever dreamed. The level of communication always deepening, intensifying. There were times where she could hear him speaking to her as she walked down the street or lay quietly in her bath. With each question she asked in her mind or at a deeper level within her soul, he would answer her, his voice rebounding within her head and chest. So real it shocked her into wondering whether what she was hearing was real or just the product of her intense desire to hear him in reality.

To her there was no one like him in this whole universe to compare. Who could give her exactly what she needed. Allowing her to be herself and live the multiple dimensions of roles she enjoyed. Her desire to be a slut and a wife. To be degraded in the lowest possible way, yet to be uplifted by the experience at the same time. To be his slave, yet in slavery, to be set totally and completely free. To experience degrees of pain that would send her to the heights of pleasure and back again. And not once, but over and over.

There was no man worthy of taking her extreme sexual perversions and drawing them out and receiving pleasures from them. No other soul alive could have broken down the walls she had built around herself over the years to prevent anyone from getting too close. For some reason, she knew from the instant she met him she had to let go of it all, let him take her completely. From the moment it all began, she belonged to him. He owned her in the deepest possible way.

Melissa knew this was it. He was the one with whom she would spend her life growing.

He was her Master and she knew from the start she wanted to belong to him. Wanted him to teach her, and guide her down the path on which desperately desired to be. There was no question in her mind as to where she belonged and what her path was. Destiny had outstretched its hands and brought them together for reasons. Reasons she couldn't comprehend. But she was not going to let that slip through her fingers. His presence made her feel "home". She firmly believed that this was a homecoming and that everything about him was somehow familiar. There was no explanation for the knowing. To her it was as if she found someone who had been gone for a long time. That same feeling of relief she had felt when she had found her child after it had wandered off in a mall. But they had never met in real life before. Not in this lifetime, but perhaps another.

Melissa flicked her own dark hair out of her face and rested her fingertips on the gentle dip in her throat, gently brushing back and forth. Her heart began to pound as she thought about him and what would be placed around her neck when she landed to meet him. The thought of that studded black leather collar was almost more than she could bear. She could feel her chest constricting, unable to breathe with the anticipation. She couldn't stand waiting any longer for him, needed to have him take her, and train her, teach her how to be his slut and slave.

She breathed deeply again, the excitement and nervousness together causing her stomach to somersault. She remembered what he had said to her before she left to get on the plane.

"Be ready, your first true experience as my slut and slave is descending on you. You are going to experience pleasures you've not imagined, not even in your wildest dreams."

The thoughts again began to whirl around in her mind. The endless possibilities and countless opportunities available to her. The pleasures, yet to come. She somehow knew that everything Brian had said to her was going to be real. Her fantasies would become real and it both excited and scared her.

Melissa felt a cool, chilling wave move across her body. It made her shiver slightly and she closed her eyes and breathed in deep yet again as the coolness turned into warmth; spreading quickly across her soft rounded breasts and down to the mound between her thighs. She gasped quietly and looked around as she became aware of the dampness growing there.

She couldn't help but feel embarrassed at her wetness. Even though she knew the new life she was going to live would have no room for embarrassment or morality. She knew she had to fight back and leave it behind.

No matter what. No matter how.

Nothing was going to keep her from living the lifestyle of her dreams. Nothing would stand in her way of being with him.

She jumped up and opened the compartment above her head and pulled out her shoulder pack. She excused herself as she shuffled past the stranger with whose company she had been graced because of the planes seating arrangement, and made her way down the long aisle to the women's washroom.

Closing the door behind her and locking it, she looked up into the mirror. Looking into her own hazel eyes and at the shape of her rounded face. Making sure everything was perfect. Her makeup and long dark curly hair accentuated her shoulders and throat. As her eyes gazed down; she could see her nipples pressing against the fabric of her white shirt. Her hands instinctively rose up to pinch them slightly and then circled them with the tips of her fingers. She just couldn't help herself. The thoughts of him made her want to orgasm right there and then. Her left hand wandered down to her clit and she began to stroke it softly outside of her black cotton pants. She breathed deeply and bit down on her lip as the wetness increased. Feeling the sharp throbbing inside her. Her cunt contracting and begging for release.

She shook awake from her short trance just as she heard the speakers announce loudly that the descent was about to begin.

She wanted so badly to climax, bringing and end to the fiery frenzy boiling deep inside her; but as she came close an attendant politely knocked on the bathroom door, letting her know she needed to return to her seat.

She looked over to her shoulder pack and her heart quickened. She unzipped it and looked at the attire there. Each piece carefully picked so that it accentuated her curves. She knew the casualness of the clothing she had on at the moment would never be worn again, so as she removed each piece she threw it in the wastebasket. Her cotton baggy t-shirt and her baggy cotton pants, panties, and plain bra. She knew once she got off the plane she was leaving her old self behind and the new feminine, sexual slave would be born. She would never hide herself again.

Melissa felt sad in a way, she knew that this was coming. Her eyes misted a bit at the thought of the death of her old self. She knew that she would mourn it in a sense. She knew how afraid she was of her new life, how exciting it was to her at the same time. To begin exploring uncharted areas inside herself. How could she not have some fears as to what she may find? How could she not absolutely be so excited that they would be drawn out of her and that she would finally get to really know herself?

This was what she dreamed about, and fantasized about. To allow the sexual energy flow from her instead of bottling it up the way she had all her life. She had denied her sluttishness for so long it was slowly killing her and suppressing other qualities. It had caused her to back away from people and become introverted. The sexual power she had over men was unbelievable. It took nothing for her to sway men into discussing it, and acting it out. Fulfilling their mutual dreams if she felt like it. She knew of what she was capable and she knew how desirable she was. Pushing it to the extremes to her advantage.

She pulled out the black mini skirt from her bag and slid it up her slender legs to her waist where it sat comfortably. Brian had told her what he wanted her to wear. What he wanted to see her in immediately after she got off the plane. To her it was a test of her compliance and the giving of herself to him, and sign of change for her life. An awakening.

She played with her new skirt for a few seconds getting it to look just right. Grinning evilly as the fact she had no underwear on underneath increased her arousal. The gentleman sitting next to her on the plane might possibly see if she moved the wrong way just a little.

"God I'm so damn aroused, Brian, you just wait till I get off this plane. I am gonna make you cum so incredibly hard you won't know where you are." she said to herself.

She quickly put on a hot pink low cut blouse and looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart was pounding at the way she looked. The blouse was low cut enough that you could see her breasts if she leaned over enough. And the fact she wasn't wearing a bra and her brown nipples were clearly visible to see would definitely turn a few heads. Her stomach was doing that butterfly dance again at the thought of walking out in front of those people on the plane and slipping back into her seat. What would they think of her new look? How many men would be aroused seeing her showing so much skin? Which ones would jerk themselves off or fuck their wives with the image subconsciously planted in their minds?

The thoughts caused her to giggle again. She teased her hair a bit. Put on her black high heeled shoes. Grabbed her bag and walked out of the washroom. As she shut the door behind her, she murmured a small "goodbye" to her old self and strutted back to her seat.

As she walked down the isle, she could feel the eyes on her. She felt slightly uncomfortable at first and wanted to run back to that washroom and recover her old clothing. She fought herself. This was the beginning of the war she was going to fight and she had no plans of losing it. She turned around quickly and smiled at those staring. She even smiled at the old lady sneering near the back on the other side of the plane. She had popped her head above the seat just so she could have a good look at the change of clothing. Melissa could hear her mumbling and making small protesting noises.

She continued her walk to her seat. Very aware of the watching eyes as she came to her row of seats and excused herself so she could get by. The gentleman sitting beside her was very surprised and you could see a half-hidden grin appearing on his face as he looked her up and down quickly. She shuffled close, putting her hands on her thighs to squeeze by. She couldn't help but raise the skirt just a little. It gave him a slight glance at the top of her thighs. There was no doubt in her mind he was looking. She could feel his eyes on her. Knowing she had his attention she bent over slightly making a motion to sit in her seat. The man's head jerked back in shock. He must have got a nice glance at her cunt from behind, the exact result she wanted. It made her face twist into a devilish grin and sent electric shocks through her already wet pussy. If he was any closer he could smell her. If he hadn't already.

Melissa was laughing inside. She couldn't believe what she just did. But it came so natural. It was almost automatic. She just loved to make cocks hard around her. Make men and women desire her and she knew exactly how to push their buttons. She couldn't wait to really let go and show her master what she could do. The partners she could bring them both home to enjoy. To have him watch her use her sexuality and charm and persuade them to have sex with her. To watch as he fucked another woman and spilled his sperm inside her belly was more than she could bear thinking about. It made her lightheaded.

She smiled as she felt the plane tilt forward. The descent now closer. There was no turning around. It made her feel incredibly relieved and scared at the same time. She wasn't entirely sure what she was getting into. All Melissa knew was that her mind was open and she was prepared to take on any challenge her Master brought to her.

Her hands began to shake and her chest felt so light. She was incredibly nervous. Her hands were clammy and she could feel heat flushes across her face. She thought she was going to pass out. She could feel the slight popping in her ears as the plane came closer to the ground.

Her thoughts settled on what she would say to Brian as she met him in the terminal. She was absolutely lost. Unsure of what to say, mostly shocked with disbelief that she had actually made it to him after all the time that had passed since they met.

Melissa tried to calm herself. Closing her eyes for a few seconds as the plane touched the ground and began to taxi across to its destination. With the plane coming to a halt she removed her things from the cupboard above and began to shuffle down the aisle behind the other passengers.

She grinned and winked and the gentleman sitting beside her. He was fixated and was gazing back at her from a few people ahead in the line up. His eyes staring almost constantly at her. She knew what he wanted and she could have given it to him easily enough. She toyed with him though. Something she surely enjoyed doing. It gave her a sense of incredible power.

Something she also knew was that she could please, and that gave her incredible satisfaction. Knowing what a good slut she was. She was prepared to do anything asked of her but only for those worthy of what she had to offer. Her master was the one and only she had met so far. She would do anything or anyone he wanted.

She headed off the plane and walked through the ramp into the terminal area. She waited in line to go through customs knowing he would be somewhere on the other side of the barriers.

Everyone passing by glanced at her. Some stared and others smiled. Some of the guys flirted and tried to approach her. She smiled and turned her head away. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she blushed. She ignored them and focused on getting through the formalities. She could feel herself tiring slightly from the trip and the long wait in the line up. Finally she got through and recovered her luggage from the carrier and began looking for him.

She could remember what he looked like from the photos he sent her. Although he mentioned they were a few years older, she thought she could pick him out. All she had to do was look into his eyes and she would know right away.

And then she saw him.

Melissa thought she was gonna pass out. She felt like all the blood in her body had rushed into her head. Her heart was pounding so rapidly it hurt.

He began to walk towards her and as he did he smiled widely. She walked towards him quickly and her mind began to feel a buzzing sensation. It seemed as if she was in a dream state. Her eyes felt as if they were slightly clouded and she was incredibly lightheaded.

For a moment, she felt unbelievably shy. She had no idea where that came from. Melissa looked into his eyes and they both paused just to look at each other for a moment.

"Hi Bitch", he said in a provocative voice.

That was it for Melissa. She dropped her luggage where she stood and wrapped her arms around Brian. She had waited for this moment for so long. She could feel the tears beginning to stream down her face. She pulled her head off Brian's shoulder and then just kissed him deeply.