My heart is beating out of its chest. I can hear my pulse in my ears as I push the doorbell, the ‘ding dong’ of the bell marking a point of no return, I’ve sealed my fate. My life is changed. I did everything he asked of me; my makeup is done, my heels are tall and my skirt is short, and my face has a whorish makeup job plastered over it. My little dick strains against the panties I’m wearing as I hear footsteps approach the door. I jump as the locks click, my heart sinking as my cock rises when the door swings open and I see him. My Master.
He is tall. That’s the first thought through my overwhelmed head. I’m not a tall guy, I stand at about five foot seven inches, so this man dwarfed me. He must be six foot two, maybe three inches! My next impression is the face. His features are sharp, his jawline is not ridiculous but certainly well defined. His eyes are piercing, his green eyes seeming to wash over my very soul as they wander over my whole body. His lips form a smile as he eyes me up, crossing his muscular arms over his toned chest.
My face flushes a deep red as he eyes me up, slowly but surely lapping up every inch of me as he just grins. His voice catches me by surprise, sure I expected deep and commanding but just how smooth it is makes my heart quiver as he says “I believe you have a line, right?”
My blush deepens as I look down, unable to make eye contact, and say “P-Please Daddy, may I come inside? I’ll be a good girl.” I’m barely able to get the words I’ve been practicing for days out of my mouth under his intense gaze.
He walks up to me while I look down, his shoes coming into view first before he puts his hand underneath my chin and points my face up to meet his gaze. I almost start trembling as his green eyes lock onto mine. He says “Please, after you.” He steps aside and gestures for me to walk into his house. The door is wide open, as if inviting me to enter. To step into the lion's den, to give everything up to this man I’d only ever spoken to on the internet. My brain freezes, my rational mind fighting my horny mind. I think over if this is really worth it, if all the things I said to him were just me being horny at the time, that this could all go horribly wrong. Then, he slaps my ass. Hard.
My rational brain is overwhelmed with the feelings of submission. Any objections I had are swept away by the intense need to submit to the man next to me, the man I’ve been confessing my deepest darkest kinks to for the last month over a dating app. I walk into his house, my heart beating as my heels click on the wood floor. I don’t dare look as he closes the door, though I can’t help but hear the click of three locks on the door behind me.
My eyes are adjusting to the dark, so I can barely see a thing as he says, “Now it’s just you and me Rose. I have you all to myself.”
Hearing him call me that makes my heart soar. “That’s not my name.” I say softly.
“It wasn’t, now it is. Get over it, that’s who you are now. The old you died as soon as that door closed behind you, you realize that right?” He says, an eyebrow raised as if taunting me to try and claim otherwise.
“Y-yes.” I mutter.
“Yes what?” He says, his grin spreading.
My cheeks burn red again as I say “Yes Master.”
One of his hands drops onto my head and tussles my shoulder length blonde hair a bit, treating me like I’m a dog. “Good girl, you remember what we talked about on the app? I think you and I will get along great. Now tell me, did you do everything I asked?”
I look up at him, my bright blue eyes glittering as I tell him “Y-yes Daddy, everything.”
“Everything?” He asks, scrutinizing my expressions to see if I’m being truthful.
“Everything Master. It’s been a month since I’ve cum, as long as we’ve been talking. I’ve been training up with the plugs you told me to buy, I have the biggest one in now.” I wince as I shift my hips. “Actually, this was the first time I got the biggest one in, so it’s a little hard to focus.
He smiles as he hears this, wrapping his arm around one of mine and pulling me towards what I can only assume is his bedroom, whispering in my ear “Don’t worry, Just relax. Submit. You don’t need to think anymore.”
Those words send a shiver down my spine as my heels click lightly while he guides me by the arm to his bedroom. It’s a big room, the bed on my left is spacious with soft purple sheets on it, there’s a huge window against the far wall facing into his spacious backyard.
He guides me to the edge of the bed and has me sit down. I shyly look up at him, my heart trying to beat out of my chest. He pushes up close to me and leans down, making me crane my neck up just to meet his gaze. His face is just inches from mine, my brain is soaked in equal parts terror and lust. I want to run away screaming and also drop to my knees and pull his pants down. The conflicting signals leave me frozen completely, overwhelmed entirely by the presence of this man.
He finally speaks and says “I’m giving you a chance to back out now. One chance. If you refuse it, then accept the consequences. I will own you by the time you leave here. You aren’t here for a hookup, this isn’t a one night stand. You are giving yourself to me. To control, to own. I will do whatever I want to you and accept no disobedience. You will be hurt and humiliated and used and abused. Do you want that? If you don’t, then leave right now.”
His words send my head spinning, the words which by all accounts should terrify me. No one should want that, what he described is an awful terrible way to live. So why do I want to say yes? Why do I need to say yes? To be owned? The whole month without touching myself, along with the large plug sitting in my ass, is drowning out every rational voice in my head and all I know is I will do anything for this man.
“I won’t leave.” I whisper, my body trying to stop me.
“You’ll have to speak up.” He says, leaning in a little closer.
“I’m staying, sir.” I say with more confidence, though I’m trembling just a bit. “I won’t leave.”
