I took a deep breath to prepare forwhat I had to confess. “Do you remember I told you that my Master had been back in touch?” I barely paused long enough for him to nod before continuing, “He and I have been talking ever since.” I took another deep breath. “And, I’ve realised how important it is to have someone take control of me and own me.” His face dropped. “It’s not something I can be without.” He met my gaze, “I’m so sorry, but I need it, without it it’s as though something is missing, I don’t feel complete unless I’m being dominated.” “I can’t give you that.” He sighed, “I’ve tried, more than once, I don’t have it in me.” “I know and I understand, I don’t have it in me to dominate you either.” The last thing I wanted was for him to think it was his fault. “I hate that this is what’s getting in the way of our relationship, but the longer it goes on the more of an issue it becomes.” “I know, I know.” He sighed, and I knew he understood what I meant, everything was great until it came to the sex, something was missing, we just didn’t connect the way we should. “What can we do? I’m not prepared to lose you.” I tried not to hate myself for what I said next, “Master has a suggestion.” He raised his eyebrows at me and I blushed, “He wants to dominate me, use me for his pleasure,” I shivered at the thought, he ignored it, “and he wants you to watch. He said that he wants you to see how a slut like me should be treated.” He was quiet and I let him think it through, there was a lot for him to process. After ten minutes he stood and told me he was going for a walk. He grabbed his keys and phone, and left. I let out a big breath, grabbing my phone to send a text. I’ve had the conversation with him, Master Well done, my slut, and? He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed his things and went for a walk, Master Tell me what he says when he returns Yes, Master The house was too quiet without him. I switched the telly on for background noise, I couldn’t concentrate on it, I needed to move, I had too much nervous energy in my body. I started pottering in the kitchen, after I’d wiped every surface for the third time I dared a glance at the clock, it was 7.40pm – he’d been out for almost two hours, where was he? The sound of his key in the door made me look up from the bathroom floor, I rinsed the cloth out and peeled the gloves off before looking at the time, it was after midnight. The door clicked shut and a thud let me know he’d taken his shoes off. That was a good sign, it meant he would be staying put for a little while. I walked downstairs slowly, unsure of what he would say and a little reluctant to find out. He was sat down, clearly waiting for me. He took a deep breath and said, “Ok.” “Ok?” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Ok. I’ve thought about it and ok, I’m willing to try it.” “Really?” The surprise showed in my voice, I hadn’t thought he would ever be willing to share me. “Yes, really.” He looked up at me earnestly, “I love you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.” I didn’t know what to say, I knelt in front of him and kissed him fully on the lips, “Thank you.” His weak smile betrayed his uncertainty but I was too excited to care. “What happens now?” Yeşilköy escort He asked. “I’ll tell Master what you said.” I pulled out my phone and sent him a text. Master, he has agreed to your idea. Less than a minute later my phone beeped with his response. Very good, my slut, I will come to your house on Saturday to discuss things further. Until then remember, you are not to fuck him. Your body is mine. Yes, Master I read the message to him, he didn’t say anything. I moved to sit next to him on the sofa, hiding the enormous grin on my face, and we cuddled in silence, neither of us seemed to know what to say. I must have fallen asleep, the next thing I knew he was gently shaking me to wake me up, then he took my hand and led me to bed. I woke early the next morning, the initial excitement had faded and reality had kicked in, my mind working over time. How would he react when Master visited? Would he be angry with me when the reality of the situation would become apparent? Was this really a solution? Could I really be satisfied this way? Before I could go much further with these thoughts I felt Andy stirring next to me, he rolled over pulling me towards him. “Good morning.” “Mmm… good morning.” I moved over easily, kissing him, glad he still wanted to kiss me good morning. The kiss grew deeper and more intense, I could feel his erection pressing into me. His hands began moving in a very familiar pattern so I pulled away. “You know that isn’t allowed.” I said sternly. He gave me a cheeky look which withered as he saw my serious one. I sighed, “This is important to me and Saturday is only three days away.” I rested my head on his chest and snuggled into him, “It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.” The next couple of days passed without incident, he commented on the cleanliness of the house, joking I couldn’t usually find the time. He went quiet when I told him how I had managed to find the time and even quieter when I pointed out, for the seventeenth time, that it was a shared responsibility. When Friday came I couldn’t concentrate on anything, how I made it through a whole day at work without making a stupid mistake or needing someone to come to my rescue, I will never know. My concentration levels weren’t helped when I received a text from Master with my instructions for the following day. Even at home, I couldn’t settle, Andy wouldn’t be home until 10.45pm so I tried to put my nervous energy to some use, only to find the house was spotless, clearly my comment had hit home, at last. He’d given the house the quick once over it needed to maintain my efforts on Tuesday night. With nothing to do I tried to watch the TV. Half an hour later, when I realised the programme had changed without my noticing, I tried to read instead. After reading the same paragraph four times I put the book down in frustration. I grabbed my keys and jacket and went for a walk. The park was around the corner so I headed towards it, moving along the familiar path to the pond. It was quiet and the unseasonably cold weather seemed to be keeping most people indoors. I sat at our usual bench and watched as the ducks and geese moved in my direction. Yeşilyurt escort bayan They swam in front of me for a while, occasionally pausing to look at me until it became clear I wouldn’t be feeding them. Then they went back to doing whatever they’d been doing before I had arrived. It wasn’t long before my mind started mulling over the possibilities of what tomorrow might bring. I rubbed my face and exhaled, I’d been doing this all day, nothing had changed but still my mind went over and over the same thoughts, until I couldn’t think any more. So I watched the ducks and geese, and the occasional passer-by, putting my jacket on as it cooled down. I don’t know how long I sat there, my phone beeping brought me back to Earth, it was Andy, wondering where I was. Rather than text back I stood up, slowly, my joints were stiff from sitting in the same position for so long. I stretched, realising just how dark it was. Then walked the same route home. “Hello.” I called as I walked in through the door. “Are you alright?” His voice was full of wary concern, “Where have you been?” “I just went for a walk.” I probably looked as exhausted as I felt, my face has always shown the world how I feel, whether I want it to or not. “I was worried about you.” “Sorry, I just went to the park.” His frown grew deeper, “I needed to clear my head.” His frown disappeared. He’d obviously been thinking about it a lot too.“What time is he coming?” His tone of voice had changed, now he just sounded wary. “Two o’clock.” “And his instructions?” “I will greet him with a coffee, naked, and you will be in the living room, fully dressed. We will talk briefly before anything happens. There needs to be a chair in the corner of the bedroom.” I recited the list easily, “Next to the bed needs to be the paddle, nipple clamps, butt plug, lube and straps.” I’d checked the message numerous times even though I’d memorised the contents when I had first read it. He nodded, “Ok.” He looked tired, “Let’s go to bed.” I took the hand he was offering and followed him upstairs. It took a while to fall asleep but, surprisingly, I slept soundly. I woke up smiling, none of my worries or concerns seemed to matter, I would be seeing my Master today! I rolled over to find the bed empty, it was a Saturday, he must have gone for a run. I got out of bed and stripped off the bedding putting in the washing basket, and headed for the shower. I attached a fresh blade to my razor, grabbed the shaving gel, switched on the shower and got to work. I was thorough, constantly rubbing my free hand over myself checking I hadn’t missed anywhere. When I was sure I was totally smooth I stepped under the hot water and began washing myself. I took my time, everywhere was cleaned and thoroughly rinsed. I’d been waiting a long time to kneel before Master again, I wanted everything to be perfect. I turned the water off, wrapped myself up in a towel, stepped out of the shower and continued to prepare for Master’s visit. Once dry I moisturised my entire body, focusing particularly on the areas I had just shaved. Rather than dress I decided to stay naked. I felt calm enough to eat now, so I went Escort Zeytinburnu downstairs to the kitchen and made breakfast. Andy came home when I was washing the bowl. He went straight upstairs for his own shower. When he came downstairs he didn’t pass comment on my nudity, he simply headed into the kitchen and it was only when he’d cleared up after his own breakfast that he came to join me in the living room. We sat in silence for a little while with the television on for background noise. Once it got to twelve I went upstairs and laid everything out next to the bed as ordered. Andy brought the chair up and put it in the corner. I put fresh bedding on the bed and fussed over the room, straightening everything up and fluffing the pillows. As we left the room I kept the light on and checked the curtains were closed. The time passed very slowly until Master’s text to say he was half a mile away. I jumped up and made his coffee, my stomach full of butterflies. Andy looked nervous too. I stood in front of the door, my excitement building as I heard his car pull into the street. Knowing he was so close after so long was almost too much to bare. The engine noise disappeared and a car door opened, I heard him step out of the car, the door close and the click as he locked it. The sound of his footsteps grew louder as he walked towards the house, I could see his shadow through the door, it was as though he was growing in front of my very eyes. I opened the door immediately after he knocked, his coffee in my hand and I slowly drank in the sight of him, a big grin on my face. “Hello, Master.” “Hello, my slut.” He smirked when I visibly shivered in response to his words. “I see you’re looking as delicious as ever. I’m sure your neighbours would love to see that body,” he stepped inside and shut the door, “but not today.” I blushed, “Thank you, Master.” He took the coffee from me, “On your knees.” I dropped down immediately, putting my hands behind my head. “Good, I’m glad you haven’t forgotten your position.” I beamed in response to his praise, his free hand stroking my cheek then dropping lower and pinching my nipples, I sighed audibly. “Such a slut, right, lead me to see your new man.” I turned and crawled into the living room, Master following behind me. Andy’s expression was unreadable. “You must be Andy, I’m Matthew.” He held out his hand and Andy shook it. “I understand there have been issues with this slut.” Andy mumbled something in response. Master’s hand found it’s way into my hair and he yanked my head up. I cried out and Andy moved forward, Master held up a hand to stop him. “That wasn’t a cry of pain, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, my slut.” It was a statement, not a question. “Yes, Master.” I gasped. “She has a safe word, if she ever needs to stop what’s happening she will use it.” He had a mouthful of his coffee, “Isn’t that right, my slut?” “Yes, Master.” He gripped my hair even tighter, “And just so we’re all clear, tell us your safe word.” “It’s ‘tinsel’, Master.” “There you go, Andy,” he was taunting him now, “unless you hear her say ‘tinsel’, she wants everything I do to her.” Andy sat back down. “Good, now turn around, my slut.” He released my hair and I turned on my hands and knees so I was facing the opposite direction. I heard him put his coffee down, then felt his hands on my arse, “Spread your legs.” He lifted a hand and brought it down on my thighs, slapping them alternately until I had opened them wide enough. Then he spread my cheeks lewdly.