Chapter 3

I awoke naked as usual. I am starting to get used to being naked and clothes are starting to seem restrictive. I also have begun to feel only superiors should be private and dressed, as a masterly right. A declaration of their authority. Slaves should be naked and exposed with nothing to hide from their masters, a recognition of submission and lower status. Slaves must know their place and be reminded so they don't err on the side of false ego and shame themselves or their master.

I got up and made my breakfast and was ready and standing before the screen signing in to Master at 8:00 AM. Sharp. Master deplores lateness and disobedience. I can't say I blame him. Slaves can not be tolerated just doing whatever. I find I like the direction and structure of Master's Way.

Master didn't come. I waited for about an hour, concerned, confused. "Did I miss something?" I started to get worried. "Did I anger him? What will I do now?"

Cleaning up the house was Master's "regular orders" so I cleaned up and at noon heard the tone Of Master signing in.

"Slave!" "Yes, Master. Thank you." Slave, you may answer my questions. Do not speak more than answers, however."

"Yes, Master. Thank you. " My heart raced. Thank God he was back! I realized I was treasuring the time with Master. I was appreciating his control, advise, direction and teaching. He made me cum really hard and love the lingering arousal he demands. His words as they appeared made me moist and warm in my cunt, I longed to touch my tits but I dare not. "Thank you Master for teaching me restraint and being in charge for me," I thought to myself. I hoped someday to be given permission to speak to Master that way. I know now how important he has become to me.

"Slave. I was busy today. I can not just be there any time you want. I am the Master and have my own life. You must get used to waiting for me if I so choose. What did you think about my absence?"

"Master. Thank you for allowing me to speak. I missed you. I cleaned the house as I thought you would like me to. I am naked for you. I hope you approve. I did not like being separated from you and was afraid you might have left as my master."

"Very well, slave. I will continue to call you slave. I am considering allowing you to come to my own house for a weekend trial. If you pass my inspection, you might be allowed to stay longer."

I thought I was going to faint! I wanted to be nearer to him. My clit and holes were begging for his touch, his cock, his punishment. I wanted to suck his cock, be fucked by him, be in his total control and the very thought made me almost orgasmic. I craved his management, his teasing. I replied, "Yes, Master. THANK YOU!" How funny. I had permission to answer and all I could say was the "standard answer."

"Slave. Today it is Friday. At 10:00 pm. Here is my address. I want you on my doorstep, naked. It will be dark, no one will see. There is a trellis. Have your clothes placed into a bag for ME to keep. You will find handcuffs on the rail. Handcuff your hands behind your back and knock on the door-just give it a kick, I will be expecting you of course."

Oh God this sounded so hot and sexy. My clit grew and twitched, I started getting moist even more ... No touching, no touching. "Yes, Master. Thank you. I will be there." I thought I would take a taxi, bring return fare for Sunday night. "You may go and prepare yourself. Be clean. Be shaven."

Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you." I could swear I "heard" Master smile.

I took a good shower and shaved everywhere with exceptional care for my debut. I put on some mellow perfume and my oversized T-shirt as my outfit. Master had told me that I was to wear that when going out. I will not get caught in a trap of disobedience wearing something else more concealing.

I locked up the house and put the key in a safe place. When the taxi driver saw me his eyes bugged out and cleared his throat, "Are you going to be warm enough?" I told him not to worry, I wouldn't be out long. He said I could sit in the front seat-so I did.

As we rode along, he tried to make small talk, but he couldn't help looking at my long, long legs, and the hip that showed a bit. He dropped his right hand to the seat. It got a little closer, I got a little hotter. Master might not like this-but what's a slave to do? His hand touched my thigh and just rested there. Then it moved over the top of my leg above my knee. I don't know why I did it, but I spread my legs inviting him in. His eyes left the road for a minute as he gently pulled the Tee up exposing my swollen wet cunt. His fingers traveled up my inner thigh until it reached my clit and he fingered it a little making it pulse and plead for more. My cunt trickled juice for his cock. His finger then slid down and as I spread my legs apart more for him to access my hole-he slipped his finger easily into the by now gaping, wet hole.