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Master's First Inspection
by Daddy_Jack (qdyn2008@yahoo.com)

***

A young submissive female meets her new Master for the 
first time. He takes her slowly and sensually, teaching 
her the what His gift of dominance will provide. This is 
a real-life experience. (MF, d/s, reluc, oral, bd)

***

The little one stands before Him for the first time. As 
instructed she stands in the middle of the hotel room 
and keeps the eye contact her Master demands. She waits, 
lost in her thoughts with the tension of the moment 
making her entire being scream inside.

Master's instructions for dress were specific and the 
girl made sure she did as ordered. She is wearing a 
white button down blouse, dress jeans, a red bra and 
panties. The outfit extenuates her shapely curves and 
perfect B cup breast. Her chestnut hair is down to her 
shoulders flowing in a partial curl. Her skin is the 
color of cream and radiates the soft texture of her 
youth. Her blue eyes blink as she continues to make the 
eye contact demanded.

Silently the girl stands with her hands at her side 
waiting nervously for what is to come next. Master 
senses her nervousness and says, "You have nothing to 
fear, little one," and gives her a quick smile. The 
sound of His baritone voice is firm but non-threatening 
and she knows she has nothing to dread. Despite what her 
brain tells her, the sexual tension is electric.

She remembers their first aborted meeting, and how empty 
that experience left her, and she suspects Master felt 
the same disappointment. At the last moment she fled the 
restaurant before He arrived, fear gripping her beyond 
her tolerance. 

They had chatted on IM and the phone for several weeks 
before she would agree to meet and then she lost her 
nerve. Feeling certain that she had blown any chance of 
being his "little one" she ignored his contacts. He 
persisted, however, being an experienced Dom and 
understanding the sometimes-fickle nature of a 
submissive new to the lifestyle.

After a three more weeks of chatting on the IM her 
courage returned and she agreed to meet Him. They had 
lunch. He was polite, kind and very gentle, but she also 
sensed an aura around him as one not to be trifled with. 
A professional man accustomed to using power but with an 
intelligence that drew Him to her.

Standing now in front of Him she remembers their drive 
after lunch, the trip to Priscella's Adult Store. She 
remembers how He kept His "no play" rules for the first 
meeting (even though she remembers thinking at the time 
how much she wanted to submit to Him then and there). 
She remembers their parting, and how He kissed her 
softly, and allowed the kiss to linger, and his hand 
brushed over her perfect breasts and she felt a shiver 
go down her back anticipating things to come.

She was startled from her daydreaming by Master's voice. 
"Turn around, slowly for me" he said. As instructed, she 
slowly began to turn in place. "Stop," he says, and the 
slave freezes in her tracks.

"Bend over," was the command, and she did as instructed, 
realizing her bottom was now facing Master, and she was 
sure he was getting a good first look at her; that 
pleased her.

She stayed in that position for a long moment until she 
heard "Stand straight, and turn to face me. Keep eye 
contact." She did as directed.

Her eyes meet Master's, and she observed Him sitting in 
the corner chair. She realized now the lights were low, 
but candles were burning, giving the room a soft glow. 
She saw Master sitting in His black shirt, black shorts, 
while cotton socks. A bag was next to Him, and a glass 
by a side table next to His chair. He stared intently, 
to examine her up and down, and His eyes seem to pierce 
right through her body.

While watching her, he picked up the glass and slowly 
took a drink, of what she didn't know. She remembered 
his "no drinking during play" rules, so assumed it 
wasn't liquor. The eyes were locked together with an 
intense stare, and she felt herself getting very wet. 
She was also starting to shake.

He sat the glass back down, and returned His gaze. 
"Unbutton your blouse, pulling it from underneath your 
skirt, and allow it to drape on your breasts," was His 
order, said softly, but most directly.

The blouse pulled easily from underneath the jeans, and 
her fingers were shaking slightly as she unbuttoned the 
blouse, starting from the top of the blouse, and working 
down. After a moment of fumbling (to which Master made 
no comment; she saw the patience in His eyes) the blouse 
fell open, but draped against the inside of her breasts, 
so nothing was really exposed ... yet. She stood, eyes 
locked, feeling her nipples become rock hard, and her 
pussy gushing wetness.

She could tell He was admiring the soft and clear skin 
of her stomach and upper chest, her creamy skin against 
the contrast of the red bra and white blouse made a very 
appealing sight to Master, she thought. 

Master stared intently at her in a manner that made her 
very nervous. She thought about speaking, asking if 
something was wrong, but then remembered His 
instructions at the beginning, "You are to remain 
silent, unless spoken to first. You are to maintain eye 
contact at all times. You may only speak first to use 
your safe word. Do you understand?" She remembers 
nodding "Yes."

"Come over to me," He said, and she cautiously begins to 
walk toward His corner chair. She stops in front of Him. 
He reaches up, takes the fingers on her right hand, and 
pulls on them downward, saying "Kneel down, here, in 
front of me." She finds herself instantly dropping to 
her knees, realizing she is between Master's knees, 
directly in front of Him. Their faces are inches apart, 
and maintaining eye contact becomes difficult. She 
starts to look away, and quickly feels a hand pulling 
her hair hard. "Maintain eye contact I said," were 
Master's words, not harsh, but firm. Her head smarted 
from the hair pulling, but she found herself feeling 
drenched in arousal at this experience.

His hands cupped her face, and she feels Him intently 
touching her face, neck, hair, ears... everything about 
her. His fingers traced a line down her neck to the top 
of her chest, and followed the outline of her bra, down 
to the V.

He ran the back of His fingers across the top of her 
breasts, and she sees him smile slightly at the 
sensation. He looks up at her and their eyes meet again. 
She starts to smile nervously but sees only His intense 
gaze in return, and quickly drops the smile. She begins 
to wonder if He doesn't like what He is seeing.

He looks down at her bra as His hands move to her sides, 
under the blouse. She feels Him begin to caress her skin 
with His palms, slowly, stopping to squeeze the skin 
periodically. His hands move around her back, pulling 
her forward slightly, but she keeps balanced. She feels 
His hands move up her back, over her bra, and to her 
shoulders. The blouse is pulling open at the front, and 
she feels a blush of self-consciences as her bra-covered 
breasts become exposed to Him.

"Stand," He says, removing His hands from her body. She 
does so quickly, not wishing to disappoint.

"Remove your blouse," and at the command she pulls the 
garment from her shoulders and allows it to drop at her 
feet.

"Come," He says, and motions her forward, and down. She 
returns to her previous position of being on her knees 
between His knees.

"Turn," was his next order, and she turns around, with 
her back to Him. This struck her as being rude to 
Master, but it was Master's order. She feels Master's 
eyes on her back for a long time. She feels His hands 
running through her hair, and moving some hair to His 
nose, and he enjoys the aroma of her hair with its 
delightful smell. 

His hands move to her shoulders, and she feels him 
kneading her skin, touching it in different ways, first 
firmly, them softly, almost a tickle. Hands move slowly 
down her arms, going from full palm to just His 
fingertips, returning to her shoulders. 

Master's hands continue to explore, touching the slave's 
back in the same manner as her arms. He stops and she 
feels him pushing together the skin and "Ouch!" she 
says, as without warning she realizes he has popped a 
zit. "Quite," comes the stern command in return. She 
bows her head.

His hands continue to the inspection, moving to her 
sides, and up under her arms. "Raise your arms," he 
instructs, and she does, feeling his fingertips move 
into her armpit. The slut begins to laugh, for it 
tickles. "Hmm," Master says, "I have found something to 
use," as He continues to tickle her. She giggles 
involuntarily moving her arms down.

She hears Master chuckle, and knows she has pleased Him, 
causing her to smile inside. "Raise your arms!" comes 
the command, and she, as always, obeys. Master's 
fingertips return to under her arms, and he begins a 
delicious touch of her skin. 

"Control yourself, wench," he says, and even though it 
tickles, the slave uses all of her concentration to hold 
her arms up, and keeps from laughing, although the 
muffled giggle is inevitable, and she thinks He likes 
that.

The tormenting stops and He allows that she may lower 
her arms. She feels His fingertips return to the top of 
her shoulders, then tracing a line down her shoulder 
blades, until he reaches the bra strap. With His right 
fingers alone, she feels the bra material at the hasp 
being pulled together, and then released. 

The tension from her bra strap is immediately released, 
and the slave feels the garment become loose, but 
continuing to hang on her body. She thinks this is an 
especially erotic sensation, having her bra hanging on 
her breasts, from her shoulders, but having nothing yet 
exposed to her Dom.

His hands and fingers begin to caress her entire back, 
and she feels His finger nails lightly scratching her 
full back. She begins to lean forward, curving her back 
ever so slightly, and Master makes no comments. The back 
scratch feels good on her skin. She closes her eyes, 
enjoying so this attention and these delightful 
sensations.

The back scratching stops with His command "Turn to face 
me," and she does so instantly, feeling very vulnerable 
with her bra hanging so loosely from her body, in front 
of Master. 

"Remove your bra, slowly, pulling the bra strap off your 
shoulders from arms crossing your chest." She has to 
think for a second what He means, and then realizes that 
He wants the straps pulled down, and her beautiful cups 
revealed slowly and a bit teasingly.

The wench does as directed, crossing her arms with 
fingers on the opposite bra strap, and pulls the strap 
down her arms. She slowly moves her arms away from her 
body, and her breasts with rock hard nipples become 
exposed.

She observes Master looking at her naked body, with an 
admiring look in his eyes at the perfect breasts of His 
pet. He reaches out with His right hand and His 
fingertips brush across the naked skin, sending new 
shivers down the slave's back. He makes a circular 
motion with His fingers, moving from the side of her 
left breast, around the top, to the right side, the 
bottom, then back to the side. She feels the back of His 
fingers brush across her nipple, and the rock hard turns 
even harder, as if they are going to burst.

Both of Master's hands then move to her chest, and she 
feels the delicious warmth of His hands cupping both 
tits at once. He squeezes them, gently, then a little 
harder, with His palm grinding against her nipples, 
exciting them even more. 

She feels the palm of His hands push against her breast 
from the nipples, and His palms turn slightly as he 
pushes in, then releasing the pushing tension and 
allowing His hands and fingers to again capture these 
beautiful prizes.

He continues this attention for what seems like hours 
but it was only minutes. The slave is becoming so wet 
and she can literally feel herself dripping into her 
panties. All the while, He continues to stare into her 
eyes, while enjoying the feeling of her body, a body 
that now belongs to Him.

His left thumb and index finger move to her lips. "Open 
your mouth, and wet my fingers," He says, and her mouth 
opens, the tongue protrudes slightly, and she feels His 
fingers slide inside her mouth, becoming very wet. He 
removes His fingers, moving toward her right nipple, and 
begins to run His wet fingers against the nipple. 

He moves His fingers back to her mouth, and the sequence 
repeats, several times. He then wets fingers from both 
hands at once, and begins to tease both nipples.

His attention to the slave's nipples start in a gentle 
manner but as the attention continues, His fingers begin 
to pinch slightly, and then pull, the nipples. He then 
begins to pinch, pull and slightly twist the nipples, 
while pinching harder. At first this begins to hurt, 
slightly, but the pinching feeling is replaced by warmth 
across her body, that causes her pussy to gush.

He then takes her nipples and pulls on them harder, 
causing her body to move forward. The slave's face is 
almost touching Master's, and she feels him give her a 
very soft, wet and sexy kiss, and then release her 
nipples.

Master sits back, takes another drink, and looks again 
at His pet. Before returning the glass to the table, he 
moves the cold glass across each nipple, leaving it wet 
and chilled, ever so slightly.

The Dom sits up straight in His chain, moves forward 
toward her, with their faces again almost touching. She 
feels His hands move to the snap on her jeans, and she 
can feel the snap being released, and the zipper moved 
down. She feels even more vulnerable, with her jeans 
hanging unsnapped and unzipped, exposing the top of her 
panties.

While continuing to look her straight in the eye, she 
feels His hand move under her jeans and down the lower 
portion of her stomach. He clit is throbbing and she 
yearns for the touch of Master's fingertips. She feels 
His fingertips and palm continue to explore, but stop 
before He reaches her very hard clit and wet cunt. His 
hand moves back and forth, under the waistband of her 
panties.

He removes His hands, sits back and orders "Stand." She 
does. "Move back to the center of the room," is the next 
order, and she obeys, as always.

"Master wishes for the slave to remove her jeans," He 
says. She stands staring at Him, knowing that she is 
progressing to full exposing her body to this man, this 
man who she has grown to trust, and very much wanting to 
take her.

She slips the jeans off her hips, and allows them to 
fall down her legs. She removes first one leg, then the 
other. She had worn no socks, so was standing completely 
naked, except for the very skimpy red panties.

"Turn," he said, and the slave slowly begins a 180 
degree turn, being inspected. She stops when she is 
again facing Master.

"Come," he says, and motions her forward. She comes 
before Him, and kneels, without being told.

"Very good," says Master, "you are learning your role 
well. I am pleased. Now, sit back with your butt against 
your calf, and place your hands on your thighs, palm 
up." She does so.

"This is your submissive position. This is how you are 
to greet me." She says nothing, having not been asked a 
question.

"Do you understand?" was His first question of the 
session. "Yes, Master," was her reply.

Master reaches into His bag and pulls out a black 
device, placing it around her neck and securing it.

"This is your training collar," he tells her. "It 
represents My possession of you. As your training 
progresses, I will gift to you a new one that we'll pick 
out together." The slave feels warmth of comfort having 
the collar around her neck.

"You may touch it," He says, and her fingers feel the 
course material of the collar, and the steel of the hasp 
and D ring. It feels like a dog collar.

"You will wear this when we are together," He says. It 
was an order, not a request.

Master reaches into the bag and removes a chain with a 
leather handle on one end, and a hasp on the other. The 
chain is made of chain-linked steel. He attaches the 
hasp to the D ring on her collar.

"This leash represents the bond between U/us. It is a 
symbol of our connection. Your offering me the leash is 
your gift of submission, my accepting it is my gift of 
Dominance to you."

He then stands for the first time, steps over the slut 
and says, "Get on your hands and knees." She does so, 
and then feels a tug on the leash. "Come," says Master.

She finds herself being lead by the leash, on her hands 
and knees, walking across the room. She wonders if He 
will want to do this publicly also, but decides to worry 
about that later. Instantly, she wonders where He is 
leading her; out of the room, in only her panties?

Suddenly her fear is realized, as He leads her past the 
bed, and toward the door. She freezes inside, while at 
the same time feeling exhilaration. He stops at the 
hotel room door, opens the door, and begins to lead them 
through. She follows.

Without explanation, He turns and leads them back into 
the room, without her ever having to leave. As He 
continues to lead her he says "Very well done," and she 
knows that He is pleased with her willingness to follow, 
but that was not in His plan for today. Or at least this 
moment!

They stop at the bed. "Jump up on the bed from your 
hands and knees little one," comes the order, and she 
does, putting her hands on the bed like a dog might do, 
coiling her lower body slightly then jumping up. She 
feels His hand give her a light swat on the butt as she 
jumps. This is all very new and strange, but very 
exciting. 

She "stands" on the bed, on her hands and knees, with 
her leash firmly in Master's hand. "Sit down," He says, 
and she sits, Indian style, not being sure what He 
wants. He gazes at her again, and begins to walk around 
the bed. She tries as best she can to maintain her eye 
contact with Master.

When he reaches the other side of the bed, he tugs on 
the leash toward the head of the bed and says "Lay down, 
on your stomach," and she immediately does so, arms at 
her side. She feels the leash fall to the bed cover, as 
Master walks to the foot of the bed.

He takes her by the ankles, and she feels he body being 
dragged, until her knees dangle from the foot of the 
bed. He sits next to her, His hands roaming over her 
panty-covered ass, when suddenly SWAT! His hand is on 
her bottom, and the swat stings through her panties. She 
jumps a little, but holds her tongue. "Very good," is 
all He says.

She feels Him take the waistband of the panties, and 
begin to pull them off her hips… slowly. They move down 
her thighs, over her calves, and finally off her feet. 
She is now laying face down, and completely naked. 
Vulnerable describes how she feels. 

He swats her butt again, more playfully than anything 
and says "Back up on the bed," He says, and she 
complies.

He lies next to her, with His head even with her torso, 
and His hand begins to explore her bottom, roaming over 
the cheeks, squeezing, brushing his fingernails across 
the skin. His hands move to the inside of her thighs, 
and he spreads her legs apart more. She feels the air 
reach her very wet pussy.

His index finger traces a line, starting at the top of 
her bottom, down between her cheeks, slowly. When he 
reaches her ass, he stops, and presses slightly, while 
separating her cheeks with the fingers of His other 
hand. This sensation is pleasant to the slave, and she 
involuntarily spreads her legs further apart to allow 
Him access, while at the same time closing her pelvic 
muscles, a natural reaction to repel an invader.

He continues to caress, moving he fingers to her inner 
thigh, and tracing His fingers across the lower portion 
of her pussy's outer lips, being careful not to use the 
finger that was touching her ass.

She next feels His hand on her waist, pulling her over 
to roll on her back. She thinks that this is it, to be 
totally exposed. It happens in an instant, and the 
feeling is electrifying. She lies on her back, collared, 
next to her Master, completely naked, and dripping wet.

"Spread your legs apart," He orders and she does so. He 
gazes at her hairless almost perfect beauty. The cool 
room air against her private inner skin causes her to 
shiver for an instant. She feels His hands and fingers 
trace around the outside of her outer lips, top around 
the side to the bottom and back to the top. His finger 
touches her clit hood, and she shakes, feeling even more 
wetness appear, if that would be possible. 

His finger traces the slit between her outer lips, and 
parts them ever so slightly while doing so. He continues 
this up and down motion, each time pressing in a little 
more and opening her up even more.

"Open your pussy with your fingers, little one," says 
Master. Her hands quickly move to her groin and open her 
outer lips to allow a closer inspection by her Owner. He 
takes her inner lips between His fingers, and pulls on 
them slightly, then takes one finger, and slides it in 
between the inner lips of his slave.

His finger glides inside her, and she feels the fucking 
motion of His one long finger, sliding in and out, but 
only for a moment, and then He stops.

Master scoots up in the bed so that He is lying next to 
the slave. She feels His one leg go under her body, and 
wrap around the opposite leg, so as to pin it down. His 
other leg rolls on top of her right leg, in such manner 
that Master's legs are pinning hers. He lifts himself up 
so that her right arm is under His body, with His arm 
around her neck, holding the other arm. In an instant 
she finds herself pinned.

His free hand returns to her pussy, this time rubbing 
her clit while gathering moistness from the pussy and 
spreading it over her clit. This is making a wonderful 
sensation and she cannot help but to moan.

"Do not cum without permission," is His stern warning. 
"You may ask, however," and she nods in understanding.

She feels a powerful orgasm building, and asks "May I 
cum, Sir?" and He answers, "Not Yet!" She tries to hold 
back, and He continues to touch her clit in a magical 
way. "Please Sir," she says, a bit more desperately. 
"No," was his only response. After just a few moments 
she moans, "PLEASE MAY I CUM?" and he replies, "Yes," 
then yelling at her, "CUM, SLUT, CUM FOR MASTER. CUM 
NOW!" and she erupts into a powerful orgasm, her entire 
body shaking, fighting against the pinning of her arms 
and legs, although not successfully.

As she starts to cool down from her orgasm, she realizes 
that He continues to play with her very swollen, and 
very sensitive, clit. She starts to involuntarily fight, 
but finds Him restraining her, making her unable to 
move. 

The continual stimulation begins to torment her, almost 
unbearably. "Stop!" she screams, and his hand, for an 
instant, moves from her pussy to a light slap across the 
face. "Ouch!" she says, but feels His hand return and 
continue to rub her clit and pussy.

Her head flails back and forth, her hips buck to fight 
Him, but He is in control. She is His property to enjoy 
this night.

She feels another orgasm begin to build, and 
inexplicably, finds herself cumming, without permission. 
She is overwhelmed by the sensation, yet He continues to 
touch her, without any interruption to His task.

The harder she fights Him, the more He restrains her. 
Her breathing becomes fast and shallow, and she begins 
to feel light headed, when suddenly His touching slows, 
until she feels his fingers between her legs, but no 
stimulation.

Her breathing slows and she begins to recover. After a 
few moments of relief she feels His touch again as He 
begins to rub her clit and the cycle begins, yet again.

She has several more orgasms. The endless torment of her 
clit and pussy is interrupted only by moments of 
respite, and she begins to understand that Master is 
monitoring her, and allowing her to cool down and catch 
her breath before continuing His play.

After her fourth orgasm, He releases her, and turns her 
to face Him. She curls up into a ball, a fetal position, 
as she feels His arms take her and pull her close to 
Him. After a moment, she feels him grab the edge of the 
bedspread, and pull it around them. The warmth feels 
good to her, as does the warmth of Master.

They lay there for a long time, Him stroking her hair, 
lightly rubbing her back, and holding her close. She 
falls asleep in His arms, feeling a warmth and release 
she has never before experienced.

When she awakens, she is lying as before, and Master 
continues to comfort her. He pulls her face to His, and 
kisses her. She likes that very much and smiles at 
Master, and He returns that wry grin she knows that she 
will become accustomed to.

Master sits ups, removes His shirt and shorts, and the 
girl sees Him naked, for the first time. He rolls her 
back, and takes his cock in his hand, and begins to rub 
the tip across her nipple. She looks in his eyes, seeing 
the pleasure in His face, and then watches as His hard 
cock uses her nipple for pleasure. She sees Him gaze 
down her body, and he takes her left hand, places it by 
His balls, and says, "Stoke them for me," and she does.

After a few moments watching him stroke his cock she 
sees it drenched in his own pre-cum. Her nipple is 
slippery, and in a moment, she sees Him erupt with a 
powerful orgasm, spilling His cum all over her breasts. 
He takes a bit of His cum on the index finger, and 
places it at the wench's mouth. She opens her tongue, 
and takes it. While she normally does not like the 
taste, she finds Master's not at all objectionable.

He is kneeling next to her, His still hard cock in his 
hand, as she continues to stroke His balls. In a moment, 
He lays down next to her. "Go get a warm wet wash cloth 
and towel. Do so on your hands and knees." The slut 
jumps off the bed, travels to the bathroom on hands and 
knees, gets the wash cloth after bathing it in warm 
water, and grabs a towel. The wench puts the items in 
her teeth, and returns to the bed, jumping up from hands 
and knees.

"Wash me first," He says, and she carefully washes 
Master then cleans herself.

Throwing the towels to the floor, Master pulls the slave 
down to the bed, wrapping them both under the cover. 
They drift off to sleep feeling very, very satisfied.

As she drifts off, she is thinking about what lay ahead. 
"How else will He want to use me?" she wonders to 
herself. She expects that in the future she will take 
his load directly in her mouth, and take it deep in her 
pussy while he has sex with her. The thought of those 
things makes her feel warm. She snuggles closer to 
Master, feeling warm and very safe. 

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