Master called me the next day. Just his voice sent tremors through my body. He was calling to arrange a dinner for Friday evening.

"Dress elegantly," he requested, his tone smooth and commanding. After taking my address, he gave me a precise pickup time and hung up, leaving my heart pounding in my chest.

I spent Wednesday afternoon dreading a trip to the boutiques, my wardrobe severely lacking the required attire. When I arrived home from work, exhausted, a heavy white cardboard box was waiting in the foyer.

The doorman nodded as I approached. "Dropped off an hour ago. Miss."

I quickly grabbed it, my hands fumbling for my keys as I hurried to my apartment. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, lay a black cocktail dress with a folded note.

Wear this dress for me. The lingerie is underneath. I have left a credit at your local shoe store. High-heels Please.

I quickly showered, luxuriating in the warm water and the rich aromatic scent of my body wash. My hands skimmed over my skin in a rush to try everything on.

Lifting the dress from the box, my eyes fell on the exquisite lace lingerie underneath: a sheer black G-string and a matching half-bra. I slipped into the divine, delicate lace, feeling the lingerie was specifically made for me. I pulled the dress over my hips and stepped in front of the mirror.

I caught my breath. The cut was immaculate. The neckline plunged low without being vulgar, while the back fell away entirely, framed only by a deep, cascading cowl. The hem rested below mid-thigh, showcasing my toned legs.

I changed quickly and hurried to the shoe shop, bursting through the doors just as the Manager was closing up his till for the day.

"I believe there is a store credit here for me?"

"What is your name, Miss?" he asked. He continued, "Just so I can confirm it is for you."

I gave him my name, apologising for coming in so late. He smiled warmly and motioned for me to take a seat. A moment later, he emerged from the back with a pair of stunning black patent leather shoes, featuring a four-inch heel. They fit perfectly.

"There is still a balance on the credit," he noted, returning with a second box, containing strappy four-inch sandals. "The credit covers both pairs."

Back home, I paired both with the dress. I chose the strappy sandals, complimenting the sweeping cowl-backed dress completely. For jewellery, I chose my delicate gold chain with a central diamond, pairing it with my simple diamond studs.

On Thursday, I booked a Friday hair and make-up appointment and arranged to leave work early.

Then, a text chimed on my phone.

Don't be late on Friday.

Friday arrived in a blur of anticipation. My concentration at work was non-existent. By lunchtime, I was out the door and in the hairdresser's chair.

I let myself be totally pampered by the hairdresser. My hair was swept up into a soft, elegant swirl at the nape of my neck, my make-up was subtle, all there, but looked very natural. It highlighted my green eyes.

I rushed home, the jitters tightening in my chest as the hour approached. I laid the dress across the bed before I took a shower, taking care not to ruin my hair and makeup.

Stepping back into the bedroom, the sight of the dress made me gasp again. Putting on the lacy half-bra, my arousal built steadily. I pulled on the matching g-string and stepped into the dress. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

My hands ran over my body; I felt beautiful. I sprayed my favourite perfume, Versace, Woman. I was ready for Master.

A crisp knock echoed from the door. My heart skipped a beat.

I opened it to find Master standing in the hallway, very striking in a tailored black tuxedo. He held a bouquet of fresh flowers out to me, his blue eyes sweeping over me with a grin and an appreciative glint.

I gushed a soft thank you, stepping back, inviting him in.

"You live on your own?" he asked, looking around the living room.

"Yes, Master," I replied, as I placed the flowers in water.

"Come," he said softly. "We must make our reservation."

Downstairs, the driver held the door open of the sleek, black car. Inside, a bottle of champagne sat chilling on ice. As the car pulled into traffic, we chatted about our week. I mentioned a few major deadlines coming up at work. He listened intently, asking sharp, intelligent questions. He then asked of my qualifications.

"Do you like your job?" He asked.

"Yes, Master. I am actually being considered for a management promotion."

"Interesting," he murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"How was your week, Master?"

"Busy. Meetings mostly. A major contract is being finalised for the firm."

I sipped a single glass of cool champagne, conscious of keeping a clear head.

When we arrived at the restaurant, the driver opened my door, I slid out. Master was beside me instantly, offering me his arm. Inside, the venue was breathtaking. Grand Art Deco architecture, low lighting, and an unmistakable air of exclusivity.

We were led to the bar to wait for our table. I ordered an orange juice. Master took a bourbon, neat, on the rocks.

"You look beautiful." He uttered, taking a slow sip of his drink.

"Thank you. For everything you have done." I said with a smile.

He leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "It was entirely my pleasure. You look stunning."

I gasped softly, mesmerised by his piercing blue eyes.

When our table was ready, the waiter presented us with classic leather-bound menus written entirely in French. I recognised a few dishes, but as I hesitated, I caught Master watching me intently. He was quietly amused.

"What do you recommend?" I asked softly, surrendering the menu.

"The Fillet Mignon is exceptional," he offered. He added, "Or the Chicken in Lemon Parmesan Sauce."

"Fillet Mignon, please. With pomme frites and a salad."

He nodded to the waiter, ordered the Fillet Mignon with pomme frites and salad for me and a Lobster Thermidor with asparagus for himself, along with a bottle of Atticus Premium Chardonnay.

"Chardonnay?" he asked, checking with me first.

"Perfect, I don't drink red wine."

The wine was velvety and smooth. Our conversation flowed effortlessly while we ate our succulent food, until the band began to play. Master stood and held out his hand.

On the dance floor, he pulled me flush against his body. My breath hitched as his hand pressed firmly into the small of my back.

Leaning down, his voice dropped to a low, rough whisper against my ear. "Can you feel what you have done to me all night? You have me aroused, just looking at you."

I felt the hard, rigid length of his shaft pressed firmly against my pelvis. A shiver ran through me.

"Let's leave," he whispered.

While I visited the ladies' room, Master settled the bill. He was waiting at the bar, taking my arm the moment I emerged.

The car was waiting at the entrance. As we settled into the back seat, Master instructed his driver to take us to his address. A sudden flutter of apprehension hit me. The internal tug of war between desire and fear.

Master caught the look on my face. He reached over, taking my hand in his, his thumb tracing my knuckles gently. "You are safe with me," he reassured.

His residence was a private penthouse in a high-rise apartment block. Key-carding us through to the private elevator, the doors opened directly into a vast, pristine apartment. The decor was immaculate, framed by sweeping city views of the river and exclusive artwork.

He smiled at my reactions. He led me to a deep plush leather sofa. We sat, sinking into the cushions as the silence settled around us.

"Relationships like this take time," he said gently, turning to face me. "Trust is essential for me. I have been hurt in the past, and I won't let that happen again."

"I understand," I replied softly. "I have been hurt, severely, in the past as well."

"We will take it slow," he continued. "We will build it until it becomes what it is meant to be. My desire would be, we end up together, as Master and submissive."

He paused, his gaze searching mine. "Which brings us to obedience. How bratty are you?"

I cringed slightly. "Only when I feel unheard or maligned, Master. I don't like being humiliated."

"Neither do I," he agreed. "You can't get the best out of a submissive if you don't listen to her. Humiliation has no place here."

"And your punishments?" I asked carefully.

"Denial of orgasms. Spankings. Allowance withdrawal, if we progress to that point," he said calmly. "Whatever I deem necessary to bring you back in line."

I nodded slowly, accepting his terms.

Master reached out, caressing my cheek. "I have been captivated by you all night."

Looking into his eyes, that familiar, hypnotic pull returned. He pulled me in, his lips meeting mine in a deep, electrifying kiss. The rest of the world dissolved. I melted into his touch, totally mesmerised.

He hands slid my dress from my shoulders. He stood me up, the dress falling to the floor, leaving me in my black lacy lingerie, stockings, and high heels. He slowly turned me around, admiring the lingerie.

"The dress was the attendant's choice," he whispered, "but the lingerie was all me."

Taking me in his arms, he gently kissed me, looking deep into my eyes. All I wanted was to be his good girl. I was totally captivated.

Master took my hand. He led me down a dimly lit hallway towards a heavy, reinforced door. He punched the code into the keypad, and the lock clicked open.

The room was vast, painted a rich, deep crimson. Hanging along the walls was a carefully arranged collection of whips, crops, and restraints. On one side of the room stood a solid wooden St Andrew's Cross. On the opposite side was a low padded table, a desk, and a bench, with a bed located in the middle.

I stood in the doorway awestruck.

"Frightened?" He asked quietly.

"No," I whispered. "Not at all."

"This will be our playroom," he said. He continued, "When I call for you, you drop everything and come here."

"I will," I replied.

He led me out across the hall into his master bedroom. Masculine and dark, rich with natural wood tones, and deep forest green. Opposite this room was another door. "This will be your bedroom when you stay over," he informed me. He gestured for me to enter a serene pastel blue space, so peaceful. I sighed and smiled. Everything was so perfect and expensive.

Before I could say anything, he gathered me into his arms, carrying me to his bed.

He stripped away the bra and g-string with practised ease. "Tonight we just enjoy each other," he murmured. "Next time, we use the playroom."

His hands began to explore every inch of my skin. He moved down my body, pressing warm kisses to my thighs before moving to my feet, kissing each toe individually.

"Toes are remarkably sensual," he whispered, sliding his mouth back up the soft inner curve of my thighs.

Butterflies started swarming in my stomach. He nibbled at my skin, working his way higher until his breath reached my center. He paused, inhaling the scent of my arousal, before his tongue wasped over me.

I gasped, my moans loud. My back arching off the mattress. He found my clit. His mouth worked in slow, rhythmic suction that drove me straight over the edge. I writhed beneath him in a frenzy, my fingers tangling in his hair as a fierce orgasm crashed through me. I moaned loudly, my legs trembling as I came against his face.

I heard him mutter, "Good girl."

Before I could recover. He flipped me onto my stomach.

Crack!

A sharp slap landed squarely across my buttocks. I yelped in surprise.

Crack!

"Master..." I started, but another hard strike stopped me completely.

"Quiet," he commanded, spanking me again until the sting turned into a throbbing heat.

Grabbing my hips, he dragged me to the edge of the bed and flipped me on my back.

"Open your mouth."

I parted my lips. He guided his thick, rigid shaft into my warm, moist mouth, then drove his shaft deep into my throat. My throat constricted around him as he established a slow, relentless rhythm, fucking my mouth with deliberate pressure. He reached down, taking my hand and placing it against my own throat. I could feel the movement of his shaft sliding down my neck.

He reached down between my legs to check my wetness, his fingers grazing my outer folds. He slid his thick shaft out of my throat, slowly.

He flipped me again, raising my hips into the air, and pushing my face into the soft pillows. He lined his shaft up with my entrance and pushed forward in one smooth, powerful thrust. I moaned, feeling so overwhelmed, never having been so controlled and nurtured before.

I buried my face in the pillows, breathless.

"Your tightness is magical," he growled into my ear, setting a deep, punishing pace.

Every stroke hit deeper than the last, driving me towards another peak. The moans were torn from me, uncontrolled, until a second orgasm racked my body. He didn't stop. He fucked me right through the climax, stretching the sensation until I was breathless.

Finally, he flipped me onto my back, getting between my thighs. He looked down at me, his blue eyes dark with possessiveness. I was lost in lust and totally mesmerised. He began to drive his shaft home, with long rolling thrusts.

Joined together, the intensity was overwhelming. I matched his rhythm, wrapping my legs around his waist, as the tension built one last time. He grunted, his pace becoming desperate surges before he froze. Spurt after spurt of hot seed filling me deep inside.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me tight against his chest as his breathing became normal. He kissed my forehead, then the top of my nose.

I smiled, completely spent, and fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

The next morning, sunlight flooded the bedroom.

After a very long, playful shower, where we washed each other, we made a fortifying breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Over breakfast, he said, "Tonight we play in the playroom."

The day was sunny and bright. I ventured to the pool to swim. I had no costume, so birthday suit it was. I felt him watching me as I swam. Master eventually came and joined me. We had fun in the pool, him throwing me about, diving for stuff and just swimming.

Lunch was served. Chicken Caesar Salad was delicious. He sent me to rest after lunch, stating, "I need your stamina tonight."

I kissed him and went to my room. I smiled when I said my room, in HIS mansion. We will see if it stays that way. I showered and climbed into bed.

He woke me at five pm. Handing me a bag, he said, "This is your attire for tonight. Dinner is served at six pm."

I looked in the bag. My eyes popped wide open. There was a beautiful, soft, red-lace dress, plus a corset of rich red and black. The note stated, Wear this outfit for dinner.

I showered, perfumed my body with Oscar del la Renta, dressed, then presented myself for dinner. Cocktails were prepared and greatly received. We dined on fish, grilled John Dory, with sides of salad and chips. Wine was Riesling tonight. We chatted away about our backgrounds, getting to know each other more. Dessert arrived: a lovely Lemon Tart served with whipped cream.

Jazz music played quietly in the background. It was a lovely atmosphere. We danced for a while, laughing and joking. He kissed me deeply, then led me to the playroom.

I followed Master. His demeanor changed instantly when we entered our playroom. Definitely my Master now. He ordered me to take off the lace dress, but leave the corset on.

Master asked, "Are you comfortable?"

I answered, "Yes."

He got handcuffs, placed them around my wrists, he watched my face for discomfort. He then strung them up by rope to a hook in the ceiling. He told me my safe word was RED, and if said, things would stop immediately.

"Tonight, I test some limits with you. Have you experienced the cane before?" He questioned.

"I have not."

He said, "I will go easy. Describe your feelings, so I get to understand your limits."

He swiped me with the cane five times, waiting for my response between each stroke of the cane.

Each time I counted and thanked him. "It hurts, Master, but not intolerably," I told him.

Next he used the paddle five times, which felt warming and pleasing.

Next came the flogger. I always liked the flogger across my back. "Firm, but not too hard," I told him.

He said, "I am satisfied with your responses. I will push your limits further, as and when we both agree."

He released me from the ceiling, guided me to a bed, then cuffed my hands and feet to the bed. He stood back, looked at me, then smiled, with a glint in his blue eyes. I realised I might be in for a shock. Master blindfolded me. He reminded me my safe word was RED.

I felt cold lube on my cunt, then I felt a huge dildo; it felt like the size of a horse. Master was being gentle. He explained he needed to see how my body reacted. He slowly inserted it as he rubbed my clit. It felt enormous. He turned it on, and the vibrations were so impressive, it started thrusting as well as vibrating. He gently started fucking me with it. My moans became loud and raucous; the pleasure was overtaking me.

He kept saying. "Cum. Babygirl, cum for your Master." His voice was reaching my inner sanctum. I could not hold on any longer, was too much. I gushed a stream of cum. I heard him chuckle.

I heard him say, "You are a good girl."

He withdrew the dildo and released my restraints. He took me in his arms, embraced me, then kissed me. Told me how wonderful I was.

Master took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. That told me what I needed to do. I unzipped my Master and promptly removed his trousers. His erection was standing proud, leaking pre cum. I licked the pre cum, then shared it with Master. His tongue went down my throat. This showed me his urgency.

I quickly moved back to his hard cock. I swirled my tongue around his cock head, then, settling on the frenulum. I purposely looked up into his eyes. He was glaring at me, watching, it sent shivers of delight through me. I teased his frenulum. I licked his cock from base to tip all around.

Moving to his balls, I licked and sucked them. I picked them up and licked under them. My fingers ventured to his pucker. I gently rimmed his pucker as I licked his balls. Master let out a groan. I kept rimming, he told me go further. I got the lube, lubing his ass generously. My fingers slid in easily. I found his p-spot as I plunged his cock deep into my warm, moist mouth. He groaned loudly. I started bobbing up and down on his cock. My fingers rubbed his pleasure zone, my mouth engulfed his cock. He groaned loudly.

He suddenly pushed me off his cock, threw me on the bed, and got between my legs and rammed his cock into me so hard. I screamed. It hurt, but was pleasurable. He kept pounding me, showing no concern for me. He wanted release at all costs. He grunted each time he barrelled his cock into me. He went faster and faster until he grunted loudly, held his cock in me, and released rope after rope of cum. I felt each rope hit my walls with gusto. He collapsed beside me pulling me into his arms. He told me I was the best Baby Girl. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sunday morning, we awoke to beautiful sunlight streaming through the windows. Showering happened together, each soaping each other, pampering sensitive areas a little to much. We laughed, enjoying each other's company.

Breakfast of pancakes, coffee, bacon, and eggs again. I was ravenous.

"What would you like to do today?" He asked over coffee.

"A picnic," I suggested.

He packed a basket with food, wine and a thick blanket. Master drove us out to a secluded, private estate, he owned.

We laid out the blanket on a grassy patch under a huge tree, a brook was cascading over rocks. We watched the clouds drift by. Laughing, chatting, and a lot of teasing for hours, just enjoying each other's company.

We kissed. That's all it took. We made love on the blanket. It was entirely different from the night before. Slow, tender, and deeply sensual. His thrusts were gentle, yet measured. His eyes fixed on mine the entire time. Even when a soft rain began to fall, neither of us moved. We stayed locked together until we reached a quiet shattering release.

A sudden crack of thunder broke the spell, sending us laughing and scrambling through the rain back to the car.

During the drive back to the city, the atmosphere turned quite and intimate.

"Do you want to continue this journey with me, Sophie?" he asked softly, glancing over at me. This being the first time he used my name. I was taken aback.

"Yes, Master," I answered, without hesitation.

"I feel I now need to tell you who I am. I am Tom Baxter. I run Baxter Corporation. I own the company. At times, I need to go overseas. I want you with me. Initially, I know that will be difficult. We will work it out. I know you will have questions. They will be answered in time."

He smiled, reaching over to hold my hand. "Are you still wanting what we have?"

"Definitely. Master."

"That makes me happy, Sophie. You are my dream come true."

To be continued...