I finally made it through the one-hour-plus drive to his house. I noticed that the closer I got, the more I felt that little ache - like a fire in my belly. He had told me to go right in; the door was unlocked. I opened the door while balancing a paper bag with the burger and fries he asked me to pick up on my way, a large paper cup with his Coke in it, my keys, and my purse. It was my first time there.
I stepped in. The place was a mess, but I was expecting that. He was rebuilding the home and in the midst of construction. Furniture and tools were everywhere, the floor was unfinished, the walls were unfinished, etc. I stepped in and whispered a tentative "Master?"
"Lock the door so we won't be disturbed." Did I detect a different tone? A firmer tone, perhaps. I wasn't sure.
"Yes, Master." Again, I struggled to balance everything in my hands and locked the door.
"You'll want to keep your shoes on."
I walked around the wall that was keeping him from my sight and stopped breathing for a moment when I saw him. My heart beat faster and I was, once again, filled with a feeling of intimidation mixed with arousal. He was laying on the bed, wearing his black leather pants and a white shirt. I loved the way he looked in those pants. I love the way they smell. I love the way they feel. I approached slowly but deliberately, certain he could see the intimidation in my eyes and my demeanor. I held out the bag and drink and asked where I should put it. He sat up on the edge of the bed and took them from me to set them down. I placed my purse on the floor, next to the couch and then turned to face him, feeling exceptionally nervous as I met his gaze.
He motioned with his hand and with his head that I should kneel before him. I whimpered and started to pant as I dropped down on my knees between his. My palms rested on his thighs and I grinded my hips when I felt the softness of the leather surrounding his muscled thighs. He held my head with his hands and tilted it downwards so that my gaze fell on the floor and he instructed me to not look upon his face unless I'm granted permission to do so. Then he reached beside him on the bed and brought forward a leather collar with leather leash attached. He removed the leash and placed the collar around my neck, then re-attached the leash. I moaned with desire.
"It looks good on you."
"Thank you, Master."
Then he did the same with padded leather wrist cuffs and a padded leather blindfold - all black, of course. He asked me to stand. I obeyed. He spun me around and attached my wrists together behind my back, linking the cuffs together with a leather criss-crossing hogtie device. With my hands bound behind me, my back arched and my breasts pushed forward, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and caressed my ribcage and waist. I tilted my head back and to the side to offer him my neck and pushed and grinded my ass back against him, encouraging his cock to harden against me. He spun me around again instructed me to kneel on the bed. I did and he braced my right shoulder with his arm.
"Fall forward. I won't allow you to get hurt. Are you ready?"
I whimpered fearfully, "No", but I fell forward anyway. Then he bound my ankles together with rope and told me to scoot over. I slinked over while bound, bouncing my hips on the bed while moving further to my right. I turned my head to face in his direction when I felt him join me on the bed - it was the only part of me that was still mobile. I moaned and humped the bed when I felt the warmth of his hand against my flesh.
"Ok, now that I have your full, undistracted attention... let's talk."
There was more than talking. There was tickling, massaging, at some point a posture collar made an appearance, and a buggy whip too. There was some hair-pulling and face slapping - both of which turned me into a whimpering aroused slut. And, of course, there was even a little bit of ass-spanking. All in all a very enjoyable time. And now I only want him more.