Arrival and Preparation
Masters home was a gated, single-story property on the edge of an affluent district. It wasn't far from the ocean. Poppy had spotted that from the main Highway on the drive.
Not that it mattered. She was heading towards a year's voluntary containment inside the boundaries of his home. The ocean was one of many things she'd not see for some time.
The gates swung open automatically as they approached, closing behind them just as silently and smoothly after they passed through. Ahead, the house was as expensive and luxurious as Maria's journals had suggested. It was as perfect as Masters suit and pristine grooming. And yes, after two hours of travelling, he was still Master. He'd chatted cordially enough. But every attempt at discovering a name or any detail of his life had been politely and expertly batted away.
Poppy had no more knowledge of who she was giving herself to than she had when first serving him coffee in the diner.
"I didn't even bring a toothbrush." She said looking around the plush building.
It was all concrete and glass. Underfoot the floors were marbled tiles. Modern, dark wood furniture complemented the structure.
"Everything you need is here." He said watching her reaction to his home.
"I'll make coffee. Then there's the little matter of a contract, and then you can have access to your toothbrush."
The next hour or so was a reminder to her that this was a business arrangement. Master was precise in his choice of words and explicit in his explanations as he went over the contract.
Poppy listened, asked questions and confirmed her understanding. It felt surreal. With Master's quiet persona, she had the illusion of negotiation but when she held the pen in her shaking hand she understood that this was on his terms.
She looked at the screen on his laptop. Her reward was still there in full view as an appetiser and encouragement to put ink on the paper. One million dollars in a holding account. She wasn't a financial expert and couldn't actually confirm the legitimacy of what he was showing her. But two thoughts filled her head at that moment. That this was a life-changing opportunity. And that she trusted him, inexplicably as it was to explain. She signed.
"Is that it?"
"Yes." He said simply.
Poppy sat waiting expectantly as he took the document and locked it away in his office. The fears he'd so successfully subdued came back as she questioned herself again. She expected him to change when he came back. People always changed when they had what they wanted. But Master didn't. He was just as disarming and she relaxed again. Somehow, his mere presence did that.
It wasn't until the evening that he moved to introduce poppy to her new life. Until then it'd been something avoided. Buried under harmless chat and a fine meal that seemed more like a first date.
Poppy felt herself blushing head to foot as she looked at the heels. A pair of black, crisscross bandage style shoes with a zipper up the back for quick release. A medium heel that she hoped wouldn't be too awkward.
Just a few hours earlier and she'd been serving over-easy eggs and coffee. She even still wore her white waitressing uniform and soft pumps.
"It's time you dressed for your new role." Master said.
Right now she was faced with delivering on the very first requirement of her new contract. To strip naked and put on the only garment she would be permitted to wear for the next three hundred and sixty-five days.
She glanced at the waiting figure of her... what was he? Employer?
"You haven't told me. Do you have a name? I mean other than Master?"
She knew she was delaying.
"Yes."
Not so informative.
"And... are you going to tell me what it is?"
"No."
He crossed his legs and waited. He looked hot. He still wore the dark trousers and white shirt of earlier. It set off his toned body and subtle tan. Poppy reminded herself that she had been more than willing to get her kit off for him in the diner restroom had he wanted her to, long before the bizarre contract had been presented.
"So Master it is then I guess."
She flapped her arms at her side in frustrated acceptance.
She looked at the waiting shoes again, stifling a nervous laugh.
"Fuck."
Unsteady fingers began undoing the buttons on her outfit. She couldn't avoid it forever.
Master sat comfortably watching his latest acquisition, his pleasure hostess, as she undressed.
The uniform parted a little more with each button popped. All the way to her waist, giving him a view of just a little flesh on her belly. Poppy was very slow as she lifted the shoulders away and the material fell around her waist. Only a small bra held her tits. They heaved with nervous breaths.
With a push, the uniform fell to her feet and she stepped out of it. Master could see her shape now. Pale skin, nice legs that rose to a rounded butt. Arms as shapely as her legs and small pert tits.
Poppy took a breath and unclipped the bra. Instinct told her to hold it in place, to cover herself but she fought the urge. It was only delaying the inevitable. The bra came away and released her tits.
Okay. No different to being on a beach she told herself. Next, she quickly pulled down her panties and straightening up, accepted that Master was going to study her naked form.
She blushed bright red.
It would have been easier to just have sex she concluded. At least clothes came away in a frenzy when fucking a guy. His in equal measure. There was no time during fucking to think or fixate on body parts she didn't think were perfect. Then it was all about getting hands on a masculine chest or taking hold of a hot cock while savouring the pleasure of being caressed.
This was different. She felt more like an artwork. Something picturesque on display. Sure, she knew she would fuck him soon, but it wasn't going to be an immediate thing. Not before he'd looked her over like no lover before. Every inch of her.
Okay. Time for the shoes. She knelt and slipped them on, zipping them into place. Again she felt displayed like a prize. She'd thought that kneeling would at least cover her a little. Instead, her tits hung as she leaned forward to secure the shoes and she felt even more exposed.
Poppy stood up, balancing on heels she was unaccustomed to. She felt unsteady.
"I've never worn heels before. Just flats. Trainers or pumps are the only things I own."
Master's eyes were running up and down her body. She'd could feel them on her pussy. An invisible zipper of a slit on a puffy pink vulva. It responded with growing dampness and her nipples hardened around the tiny silver bars piercing them.
"Walk up and down." Master instructed.
She felt self-conscious but started down the room while he watched every subtle flex of her muscles, the jiggle of her pert little tits and the wiggle of her butt. She wobbled on the heels but avoided the embarrassment of falling over. Poppy turned at the end of the room and made the walk back.
She blushed when she met his gaze. Red checks and patches that reached over her shoulders and down to the tops of her tits. In her mind, blotches that she feared he'd find unattractive.
