My house. 20:30. Wear nothing underneath your coat except corset, stockings and high heels. Be ready to suffer, and expect the unexpected. If you let me down tonight, you will be punished severely. Xxx
As she put her long coat on over her outfit, she knew this amazing energy would start to wither and die the moment she entered Birch’s presence. His own personal power would subtly challenge hers, knowing just how to tame and harness the wildness and defiance that lurked within her, enjoying the game until he had quietly reduced her to the slave who was obedient to his command, who endured the unendurable, and who’s cunt became wet for him at only a word or a glance.
He was leaning on his front gate, waiting, as Emi turned into his street. She checked her watch. 8.29 P.M. – she was on time. He drew himself up to his full height as she approached, opening the gate and holding his arms out to her. Her steps quickened as she hurried to him, feeling as she always did the fierce surge of pride that she belonged to him. He squeezed her tight for an endless moment, kissing her face and hair, before taking her hand and leading her into his front porch.
“You look beautiful,” he said. “My own special girl. Now listen carefully. You will remove your coat here. In my living room are two people who would like to meet you. You will go and introduce yourself to them as my slave. Understand so far?”
Emi felt herself go hot, then cold, as the words sank in. Expect the unexpected. Birch wanted her to expose herself to two strangers. She felt herself shrinking, panic building. Was he bluffing her? He’d done something similar to this twice before, and she’d been so relieved it wasn’t for real that she hadn’t even felt angry with him for doing it to her.
“Understand?” he repeated, his voice sharper.
“I understand.”
“Good. Coat off.” As Emi unbuttoned her coat with clumsy fingers, he continued talking. “You’ll go in, stand in front of them with your legs apart and your cunt in full view, and introduce yourself as my slave. And you’ll look them in the eyes as you say it.”
Yes, Emi thought, He’s bluffing. Still, she had to continue playing her part. He took the coat from her and hung it up. Emi took a deep breath and prepared to walk through to the empty living room.
“Keep your head up, your shoulders back, and make me proud.”
Birch opened the door to the house. Emi could hear the TV on loud in the living room, as it usually was. She straightened her shoulders, pushed the door open, and stopped dead.
There were two people sitting on Birch’s sofa
As she put her long coat on over her outfit, she knew this amazing energy would start to wither and die the moment she entered Birch’s presence. His own personal power would subtly challenge hers, knowing just how to tame and harness the wildness and defiance that lurked within her, enjoying the game until he had quietly reduced her to the slave who was obedient to his command, who endured the unendurable, and who’s cunt became wet for him at only a word or a glance.
He was leaning on his front gate, waiting, as Emi turned into his street. She checked her watch. 8.29 P.M. – she was on time. He drew himself up to his full height as she approached, opening the gate and holding his arms out to her. Her steps quickened as she hurried to him, feeling as she always did the fierce surge of pride that she belonged to him. He squeezed her tight for an endless moment, kissing her face and hair, before taking her hand and leading her into his front porch.
“You look beautiful,” he said. “My own special girl. Now listen carefully. You will remove your coat here. In my living room are two people who would like to meet you. You will go and introduce yourself to them as my slave. Understand so far?”
Emi felt herself go hot, then cold, as the words sank in. Expect the unexpected. Birch wanted her to expose herself to two strangers. She felt herself shrinking, panic building. Was he bluffing her? He’d done something similar to this twice before, and she’d been so relieved it wasn’t for real that she hadn’t even felt angry with him for doing it to her.
“Understand?” he repeated, his voice sharper.
“I understand.”
“Good. Coat off.” As Emi unbuttoned her coat with clumsy fingers, he continued talking. “You’ll go in, stand in front of them with your legs apart and your cunt in full view, and introduce yourself as my slave. And you’ll look them in the eyes as you say it.”
Yes, Emi thought, He’s bluffing. Still, she had to continue playing her part. He took the coat from her and hung it up. Emi took a deep breath and prepared to walk through to the empty living room.
“Keep your head up, your shoulders back, and make me proud.”
Birch opened the door to the house. Emi could hear the TV on loud in the living room, as it usually was. She straightened her shoulders, pushed the door open, and stopped dead.
There were two people sitting on Birch’s sofa
