Irish Master, Pt. 1
It started on the day that I found a four leafed clover pin laying on my desk
in my study. I was curious as to who had left it there since I lived alone. It
was an unusual one. Made of green emeralds with a diamond in the center. Very
beautiful, but still, who had invaded my property?
Grabbing a bat from the closet, I went through the house investigating. I found
nothing missing or so I thought until the next morning when I noticed that all
of my underwear was gone from my drawer and my laundry hamper or so it seemed.
I was forced to go without since the pair that I left in the laundry last night
seemed to have also disappeared. I was not about to call the cops over a few
items of missing undies.
When I got home from work that day the phone rang as soon as I got home which I
picked up and answered.
"Hello," I said.
A man's voice with an Irish lilt replied, "Did you find my pin?"
I replied, "Yes, but who gives you the right to break into my house and leave
that and steal my underthings?"
He ignored my question by saying; "I see you did not wear the pin. I may have
to punish you later for that."
My mouth gaped open and I slammed down the phone. Who was this pervert? The
phone rang again and I ignored it for a while, but it kept on ringing and
ringing until I got irritated and picked it up and opened my mouth to give him
a piece of my mind.
He did not let the words come out. "Don't do that again missy, or I will not be
nice to you. Your punishment will be harsh. Listen to what I have to say first.
I have been watching you for some time. I've seen the dirty magazines you've
read, you naughty girl. BDSM magazines. You desire to be tied up and I desire
to make you mine. I will make a deal with you. Meet me tomorrow at 10 P.M. at
O'Malley's on First Street. Wear your pin or I will not come up to you and
talk, but I will break into your house and punish you instead."
My heart raced with the irony of this. Why would I go meet with someone to
negotiate a relationship like this? My curiosity overcame my fear.
"Agreed," I said and I heard the phone click into the receiver.
I laid in bed tossing and turning all night debating whether I should go or
not. This is crazy, he has broken in but not touched me yet. He could have done
that anytime he wanted, why didn't he? What is his purpose?
The next day seemed to drag by slowly and I could not seem to concentrate on my
work, and finally feigning a headache, I left and went home. I managed to get a
nap in before going to O'Malley's and I did remember to put the pin in my hat.
I wore cute little beret that I had picked up somewhere and I found an outfit
to match it.
I looked pretty good wearing high heels, short skirt and a solid green shirt. I
went in and sat at the bar and ordered a drink. I needed something to brace
myself for this.
It was not long before I caught a man looking at me with a slight smile on his
face. He was not a bad looking man. He had blue eyes, in his late 40's, salt
and pepper hair, and a good build for someone his age. I liked what I saw and
smiled at him. He got up and came over.
He stood there for a while before he said, "Good Missy. You wore the pin. You
will learn to serve me well. Come over to a table by the corner so we can talk
freely."
He extended a hand out to me. Still curious, I took it and he led me to a booth
in the corner. He ushered me in and he sat down right beside me.
He turned to me and said, "Do not say a word" I felt his hand slowly start at
my thigh and work it's way up my skirt, all the way up.
He chuckled. "I see you had no time to go get some new panties. Just as well, I
would of took those too."
His hand lingered in my pussy area, a finger reaching in to feel the juices
that he was producing with this motion.
He pulled out his hand and licked the juice off. "Mmmm, tasty. It is all the
drink I be needing in the world."
His eyes then changed from a light smile to a more serious look. "Here is what I
have to offer. Spend a week with me as my submissive. You will see I am a
fair Master and not too cruel if you do not cross me. If you do, I will punish
the sassiness out of you. I mean what I say, do not try it. I will let you
think on it for a bit before you answer."
With that, he bent down and kissed my lips deeply. My head swam with the
kiss and I knew that at least I should give him the chance to fulfill my
fantasies, but I feared that a chance meeting like this was too dangerous.
"Should I or shouldn't I do this?" ran through my mind.
My desire overcame my fear and I looked at him. "I will submit, but you should
know, I have never done this before. All I have done was read about it and
desire it, but have never done it yet."
He smiled and said, " I know. It is one of the reason's why I chose you. I
desire to train someone right from the start. To do things my way and not have
someone else's rules and thoughts on their mind. I have my own ideas and ways
about this lifestyle and I do not want some submissive saying that this is not
the way it is supposed to be. It is MY way. I am a Master, not all are going to
be the same Missy. Each has their own likes and dislikes and should not be
judged because the are not going along with the tide. You will see in time that
you will like my way. Right now, it might turn you off but in time, you will
see that I am right in doing the things I do. You will like it."
He added, "I will start off soft with you at first, but later in the week I
will add more pressure on. I will go slow and see how far your limitations go.
We will chat about your desires on the way home. Shall we begin tonight?"
I thought, why not? It was the weekend after all, so I nodded my head in
agreement.
"Give me the keys to your car. I walked here. We will go to your place to pick
up a few things you be needing and then go to mine and begin."
End of Part One.
