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 [Probably best to read the first part before this one - but just a
suggestion]

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   I'd been distracted at work all day.  I couldn't focus on anything,
couldn't even think clearly.  My mind kept wandering and I'd end up
grinning sheepishly to myself thinking about the crazy weekend I'd just
had. I hadn't even been able to concentrate in any of the meetings either,
which is something my colleagues noticed more than once.  What was worse
was that I was wet like anything and my nipples were harder than pebbles.
I'd almost rushed to the ladies room earlier to release myself of the itch,
to dig my fingers deep inside my pussy and finger myself until I was well
and truly satisfied.  BUT I wasn't allowed to.  And I really wasn't the
disobedient type, especially for Him.

   It wasn't as if anyone knew of my truly submissive nature.  To the
world, I was a tough professional woman who'd risen the career ladder by
being aggressive, by cutting throats and chopping balls.  The fact that I
craved helplessness and giving up complete control of my thoughts and my
body was not known to anyone.  Well, not known to anyone except the few
Masters I'd been with.

   I knew what I was getting into when He'd invited himself to my place for
the weekend.  Of course, I couldn't say no.  I wasn't the disobedient type.
At the same time, I was eagerly anticipating the day we'd actually meet
face-to-face, Master and slut, Owner and slave.  I also knew that the
privacy offered to me by our online relationship would no longer remain
available but I was excited nonetheless.

   I didn't have to wait very long to get an idea of what was in store for
me.  His clear instructions (from two days before our intended meeting) of
keeping my apartment door fully open while I obediently waited for His
arrival, blind-folded, gave me a pretty good indication of what it meant to
be a slave in real life.  I knew that no one walking through the corridor
outside would be able to see me like that, as the seat I took was well
hidden from the entrance.  But still, the thought that anyone could enter
at will and discover me, sitting upright almost completely naked, my collar
displaying my Master's ownership of me, was very intimidating.

   I'd waited for Him for what seemed quite long at the time but in reality
it was probably only 10 or 15 odd minutes.  He seemed pleased with how I'd
dressed for Him and my stomach tingled with excitement.  After feeding me
the pieces of paper I'd set for Him inside my undergarments, He'd gone
behind me, hugging me gently, whispering softly in my ears asking me what I
wanted.  I couldn't speak, my breath caught in my throat as He felt my
breasts through my bra.  He began to lick my earlobe softly, sending an
alarming sensation through my body.  I finally managed to cough out some
words stating His total authority over me and how I wanted to please Him.

   He fiddled around with my sensitive bits, my nipples harder than I've
ever imagined, my panties damp with my girl-juices.  He took me for a walk
with my leash, never pulling too hard or straining my neck.  He soon found
my bedroom, all set for His pleasure.  We played there, games which drove
me wild as His total domination took full effect.  Games where He took me
to the window and told me to look out and display myself (He knew my window
was harmless, nobody was ever there, we'd played this game online as well).
Games where He asked me to kneel by the door, to lick and suck the
door-knob.

   By now, I'd fallen in love with Him all over again.  His commands were
crisp but never loud or frightening.  Before long, He had my hands tied to
the bed, my legs spread wide.  He teased me mercilessly, kissing my body
everywhere.  I couldn't believe that the inside of my thighs were so
sensitive to His tongue, making me rise to the edge before denying me
climax.  Soon, my clit, pussy and breasts were abused with a mixture of
fingers, tongue, lips, clamps, even my vibrator.  He ran ice-cubes up and
down my body, then dripped candle wax in strange patterns.  When He ran out
of creativity with those items, He coated my nipples with honey and melted
chocolate before licking them off with His tongue.

   Despite not being allowed, I'd climaxed plenty of times.  He understood
that I only had so much control over my orgasms.  After all, this was my
first real-life game.  We stopped playing for a little bit to break for
lunch, something light I'd prepared for Him.  I wore my silk robe to cover
my nakedness while I set His plate and just then noticed that He was still
dressed, as fully as when He'd entered my apartment.  We chatted casually
while we ate, like lovers do, without any thoughts of sex on our mind.  I
fed Him cheesecake afterwards from a single plate and we both smiled and
grinned at each other.

   Suddenly, without warning and between bites, He was taking all His
clothes off and I was on my hands and knees immediately, sucking toes,
licking feet, kissing thighs before inserting His entire ball-sack in my
mouth, gagging me for long intervals.  Both my mouth and cunt leaked
fluids, saliva dripping from my mouth, hot slick juices dripping from my
pussy.  He led me back to the bedroom with the leash (a little harder this
time), before pushing me on the bed and tying me up again.  But this time,
my legs were raised up towards my arms and tied together with my hands.  I
was completely helpless, my pussy dripping, my eyes glowing with excitement
and anticipation as He finally plunged His fat cock inside my wanton hole,
spreading it wide.  We lay there like that, almost motionless for what
seemed like an eternity in heaven for me.  He bent further down towards me,
our lips and tongues meeting briefly before He began to thrust hard inside
me.  We fucked like that for a long time, He no longer wanted to deny my
orgasms and soon he was feeding His man-seed deep inside my belly.

   He untied me, I licked His cock clean of our juices.  We lay in bed for
a while, exhausted, feeling each other, holding tightly.  Afterwards, I fed
Him leftovers from lunch while on the bed, sitting on His lap, grinning
stupidly like a teenager.  He slept over, of course, holding me tight all
night, like lovers do.  In the morning, when I awoke, He was gone, no real
shred of evidence that He'd ever been here, except for his masculine smell
and His semen inside me.

   Falling out of my dream and coming back to reality, I'm staring blankly
at my computer screen with not many people left on the office floor.  Its
time to go home now and I start packing my leather briefcase and just then
finding a small gift-wrapped jewelry box hidden inside.  I quickly glance
inside to find a silver anklet along which a small note is tagged.  "Love
you too, my sweet" it reads.

   The End (for now)
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