Steve

It's time for your meeting with Steve, "the Master", and the anticipation already makes you tremble. You quickly think about Dave, and where he was yesterday, but you decide that, in the end, you don't care. This evening is not about Dave. This is about you.

As you drive to the address Steve gave you yesterday, your thoughts circle around the question of what awaits you. You only half listen to the radio news. Something about a famous senator being caught in a sex scandal, and something about a famous female journalist who wants to concentrate on her life as housewife. Nothing really important.

You park your car in front of Steve's house, and you drop the car keys twice as you get out. Wow. You are really nervous.

You are dimly aware that you did not have time to change clothes and wonder if it would have been appropriate to dress up a bit for this date, as Steve opens his door. He turns out to look younger than you expected, although his short hair has quite a log of grey. He wears a black three-piece suit, his eyes are the colour of dark blue ice, and his whole appearance radiates self-confidence and an alluring sense of power. Your throat feels dry.

"Strip!", is the only word he says.

You feel your heart beating loudly in your chest, as you nod and start to step over the threshold. Steve raises a finger.

"No. Right there." His voice is soft and calm, but there's a steeliness hidden inside that makes you tremble. You look around. It's not as if his entrance area is exactly covered and there are quite a few other houses in this street. You look back at Steve, and find yourself caught in his ice blue eyes. "B.. but...", you stammer softly.

"Shut up", Steve says. It sounds like a slap in the face. "Now!"

You nod and start to undress with trembling fingers. First your blouse, then your skirt. The pieces are softly falling to the ground. Next you open your bra, but you have to try three times with your trembling hands. You look back at Steve and quickly realize that he is not satisfied yet, so your fingers hook under your panties and you slide them down. You stand now completely naked on the doorstep of a stranger. And you feel aroused and horny as you haven't felt in... in... no, ever.

"Kneel!", the ice cold voice says.

You drop to your knees.

Steve produces a leather collar, riveted and with solid cast rings. He places it around your neck and closes it. You hear a soft "click" in you neck. Your arousal feels overwhelming. You wonder if you are dripping. The cool evening breeze makes your skin tingle and your nipples hard. You hear footsteps on the sidewalk behind you, but you are too focused on the moment to turn your head or even care.

"You may come inside now, ****", Steve's voice says. "You will not speak. If I ask you to answer a question, you will address me as 'Master'. Always. You will obey all my orders. You will submit to me, with every fiber of your body and I will guide you into pleasures you could not dream possible. Have you understood?"

"Yes", you answer, and quickly correct yourself: "Yes, Master!"

Steve nods.

"May... may I raise, Master?", you ask.

"You may not. Stay on your knees and come inside", he answers.

You shiver and slide and crawl through the door on your knees. Steve closes the heavy door behind you. Luckily there's a soft carpet in the room where you are now. You can't see much, the room is rather dark. Some candles are burning on a far away wall.

"Hands behind your head, ****", you hear Steve. You comply immediatly.

"Now, answer me a question, ****: Are you wet?"