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Awaiting her Master’s Arrival
(Chapter 1)
After talking for several months online, following orders, the training, the orgasm denial, the collar. We’ve delved into the many fantasies of mine, some so deep and dark, i didn’t even know they were there. Online, He made me do so many humiliating and degrading things to myself, made me so wet and craving for Him. He had slowly and methodically trained me to crave Him, my desire to please Him so powerful now, i would do most anything for Him now. And now, He was flying to the United States to meet me..for the first time.
i was dressed exactly how He had requested me to be...so i would be easy to spot at the airport. He had me dress in my 5” black high heels, and a short, black cocktail dress...ties around the neck, open back, revealing front showing cleavage and barely covering my nipples...more like cupping my breasts. The length of the dress was just a few inches below my ass, any bending over would result in exposure of it. Completing the attire: 1) was my Master’s collar around my neck, hanging low and the pendant resting in my cleavage and 2) a leather collar with D ring in the front, locked around my neck .
i waited, as told by Master, just outside the security area, standing, hands clasped behind my back, legs slightly spread apart. i kept looking for the tallest man walking out, waiting, waiting, waiting. my cunt, wet with anticipation, knowing my wet cunt would please Him. my nipples were hard in the air conditioned airport, nearly popping out over the dress. As the people walked by, looking at me, some staring at me with disgust and contempt, my face flushed with humiliation. But that only got my cunt wet, knowing that would please my Master.
i was considering getting a sign to hold up acknowledging that i was Your lisa...but then i knew my attire would stand out in a crowd and serve as it’s own sign. i found myself gazing at the walls, not even focusing on who was arriving...my thoughts deep with memories of past conversations, how i found myself so scared of You in the beginning, yet drawn to You so strongly...i couldn’t stay away. You lassoed my heart...and i could feel You pulling me in ever so slowly, until one day...i was pressed against You so tight...i never wanted to leave. my mind wandered back to some of our past plays...the cum and piss that was sent in the mail...at my request. Wanting to taste my Master so badly, taking Your several days old cum and piss and tasting You.
i must have been in a total haze, remembering, when i felt a big arm wrap around my waist, as Your mouth pressed against my ear, You whipsered, “hello slave...Your Master is here”. i suddenly came back to reality...turned around and threw my arms around Your neck...kissing You passionately...hard, leaning my body against Yours. i could feel Your arm wrap around my waist around my back, pulling me into You as You kissed me back hard...sliding Your tongue into my mouth. As always, my mouth parted slightly, allowing You access to one of Your holes that are always available to You.
You finally have to break the kiss...pushing me to arms length...gazing me up and down my body....walking around me...grabbing my ass in front of everyone. Walking back to my front, You pull a leash out of Your pocket, clipping it to the front D ring of my leather collar. “slave, You please your Master very much”, as You run Your fingers around my neck along the collars, flicking the tiny padlock.
Leading me by the leash, i follow a couple of steps behind You, feeling all the stares...feeling very humiliated. You lead Your slave down to baggage claim. Holding the leash tightly in Your hand as we wait...talking, asking each other questions, telling each other how good it is to finally meet. You tell me i’m even more beautiful in person, and that my pictures don’t do me justice. i smile softly, blushing, as i look down towards the ground. Then the bell goes off and the carousel begins to turn, and the bags begin to flow onto the revolving belt. You put the leash into my mouth, making me hold it for You. You pull Your first bag off the belt...and have me hold it as You wait for the other bag. You look back at me, and smile, noticing my humiliation...and everyone snickering, laughing and staring at me, making me so uncomfortable.
As the second bag comes off the belt...You hand that to me as well, making me carry both Your bags, as You grab my leash and lead me to the elevator pulling both Your bags behind me. As You lead me into the parking garage...You pull the top of my dress barely covering my breasts down, exposing my nipples, making them hard when exposed to the cool air. You stop...far away from my car...pinning me against a post...kissing me hard, sliding Your hand under my dress and between my legs...feeling my wetness. Spreading my legs making myself available for You...feeling Your fingers slide into my wet cunt. You thrust Your fingers a few time making me moan while we kiss...then break the kiss, bringing Your fingers to my mouth to replace Your tongue, making me suck them. And i eagerly suck Your fingers...my breasts exposed...legs spread apart, aching for You.
You lead me to the car...as i directed You, and i open the door for You first, put the bags in..and get in the drivers seat. i put the key in...but feel Your hand at the back of my head...forcing it down to Your bulge in Your pants. You force my face into Your cock, tho seperated by Your jeans, i can feel the size already. Eagaerly, trying to suck Your cock thru Your jeans...You finally release me. You tell me to hike my skirt up to above my waist, and to leave the top down. Telling You we still have to pay for parking, You just shrug Your shoulders, and smile a big, wicked evil grin. i can feel my face flushed with humiliation, feeling firsthand, Your wickedeness that is so famous.
Pulling up to the parking attendent...my face flushed red, handing him the ticket. At first he doesn’t notice, until i have to reach out the window a bit to hand him the money, exposing my breast to him. He stares at first, not even taking the money, and i can hear You chuckling as i try to get him to take the money. i feel Your hand reaching over to rub my wet cunt...making me shudder and gasp...while holding my hand out for the change. The attendant finally hands me the change, staring at my hard nipple, smiling, thanking me and wishing us a good day.
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