Awaiting her Master’s Arrival

(Chapter 1)

After talking for several months online, following orders, the training, the orgasm denial, the collar. We’ve delved into the many fantasies of  mine, some so deep and dark, i didn’t even know they were there. Online, He made me do so many humiliating and degrading things to myself, made me so wet and craving for Him. He had slowly and methodically trained me to crave Him, my desire to please Him so powerful now, i would do most anything for Him now.  And now, He was flying to the United States to meet me..for the first time.

i was dressed exactly how He had requested me to be...so i would be easy to spot at the airport. He had me dress in my 5” black high heels, and a short, black cocktail dress...ties around the neck, open back, revealing front showing cleavage and barely covering my nipples...more like cupping my breasts. The length of the dress was just a few inches below my ass, any bending over would result in exposure of it. Completing the attire: 1) was my Master’s collar around my neck, hanging low and the pendant resting in my cleavage and 2) a leather collar with D ring in the front, locked around my neck .

i waited, as told by Master, just outside the security area, standing, hands clasped behind my back, legs slightly spread apart. i kept looking for the tallest man walking out, waiting, waiting, waiting. my cunt, wet with anticipation, knowing my wet cunt would please Him. my nipples were hard in the air conditioned airport, nearly popping out over the dress. As the people walked by, looking at me, some staring at me with disgust and contempt, my face flushed with humiliation.  But that only got my cunt wet, knowing that would please my Master.

i was considering getting a sign to hold up acknowledging that i was Your lisa...but then i knew my attire would stand out in a crowd and serve as it’s own sign. i found myself gazing at the walls, not even focusing on who was arriving...my thoughts deep with memories of past conversations, how i found myself so scared of You in the beginning, yet drawn to You so strongly...i couldn’t stay away. You lassoed my heart...and i could feel You pulling me in ever so slowly, until one day...i was pressed against You so tight...i never wanted to leave.  my mind wandered back to some of our past plays...the cum and piss that was sent in the mail...at my request. Wanting to taste my Master so badly, taking Your several days old cum and piss and tasting You.

i must have been in a total haze, remembering, when i felt a big arm wrap around my waist, as Your mouth pressed against my ear, You whipsered, “hello slave...Your Master is here”.  i suddenly came back to reality...turned around and threw my arms around Your neck...kissing You passionately...hard, leaning my body against Yours. i could feel Your arm wrap around my waist around my back, pulling me into You as You kissed me back hard...sliding Your tongue into my mouth. As always, my mouth parted slightly, allowing You access to one of Your holes that are always available to You.

You finally have to break the kiss...pushing me to arms length...gazing me up and down my body....walking around me...grabbing my ass in front of everyone. Walking back to my front, You pull a leash out of Your pocket, clipping it to the front D ring of my leather collar. “slave, You please your Master very much”, as You run Your fingers around my neck along the collars, flicking the tiny padlock.

Leading me by the leash, i follow a couple of steps behind You, feeling all the stares...feeling very humiliated. You lead Your slave down to baggage claim. Holding the leash tightly in Your hand as we wait...talking, asking each other questions, telling each other how good it is to finally meet. You tell me i’m even more beautiful in person, and that my pictures don’t do me justice. i smile softly, blushing, as i look down towards the ground. Then the bell goes off and the carousel begins to turn, and the bags begin to flow onto the revolving belt. You put the leash into my mouth, making me hold it for You. You pull Your first bag off the belt...and have me hold it as You wait for the other bag. You look back at me, and smile, noticing my humiliation...and everyone snickering, laughing and staring at me, making me so uncomfortable.

As the second bag comes off the belt...You hand that to me as well, making me carry both Your bags, as You grab my leash and lead me to the elevator pulling both Your bags behind me. As You lead me into the parking garage...You pull the top of my dress barely covering my breasts down, exposing my nipples, making them hard when exposed to the cool air. You stop...far away from my car...pinning me against a post...kissing me hard, sliding Your hand under my  dress and between my legs...feeling my wetness. Spreading my legs making myself available for You...feeling Your fingers slide into my wet cunt. You thrust Your fingers a few time making me moan while we kiss...then break the kiss, bringing Your fingers to my mouth to replace Your tongue, making me suck them. And i eagerly suck Your fingers...my breasts exposed...legs spread apart, aching for You.

You lead me to the car...as i directed You, and i open the door for You first, put the bags in..and get in the drivers seat. i put the key in...but feel Your hand at the back of my head...forcing it down to Your bulge in Your pants. You force my face into Your cock, tho seperated by Your jeans, i can feel the size already. Eagaerly, trying to suck   Your cock thru Your jeans...You finally release me. You tell me to hike my skirt up to above my waist, and to leave the top down. Telling You we still have to pay for parking, You just shrug Your shoulders, and smile a big, wicked evil grin. i can feel my face flushed with humiliation, feeling firsthand, Your wickedeness that is so famous.

Pulling up to the parking attendent...my face flushed red, handing him the ticket. At first he doesn’t notice, until i have to reach out the window a bit to hand him the money, exposing my breast to him. He stares at first, not even taking the money, and i can hear You chuckling as i try to get him to take the money. i feel Your hand reaching over to rub my wet cunt...making me shudder and gasp...while holding my hand out for the change. The attendant finally hands me the change, staring at my hard nipple, smiling, thanking me and wishing us a good day.

Going Home

(Chapter 2)

With my dress still hiked up past my waist, my breasts and hard nipples showing and Your hand on my wet cunt...my legs spread wide...making my holes always available to You, i drive from the airport heading home. We first start out with small talk, getting more comfortable with each other...feeling each other out (pun intended).  Driving slow, taking the scenic route, i point out the scenery, giving You the tour of the area. Coming up on one of the largest shopping malls in the area, You tell me to pull into PetSmart, the pet store in the mall. With Your hand in my wet cunt, i look for a parking space which, at this time of year, is very difficult to find. i have to park several stores away in the massive open parking lot, making it a long walk to the pet store. Telling me to get out of the car and straighten my whore self up to be respectable, i get out  and pull my dress up over my breasts, and down back over my hips, pressing my skirt to remove the wrinkles.

You take the leash in Your hand, and lead me to the pet store, through the parking lot, along the sidewalk with tons of people staring...giggling, laughing, pointing, shocked, amazed, disgusted. my face must have looked nearly bloody as red and heated as i felt.  You take Your time walking up and down the aisles, feigning looking at items so as to keep me on display as long as it amuses You.  A couple of people come up and comment on the nice pet You have...and You smile and thank them. Leading me to the dog kennels, one of each size on the floor and put together, You inspect each one.  You tell me to crawl in starting with the smallest one. Getting onto my hands and knees, people begin to stop and watch, as a small group begins to gather and giggle, chuckle and laugh. Only my head fits into the smallest kennel.  You spank my ass, my dress just barely covering it while on my hands and knees.

You tell me to move on to the next size, and i crawl over to it, leash still attached. that’s when i notice the fairly large crowd watching me now, my humiliation sweeping over me like a wave in the ocean. i can crawl inside this one...barely, as it’s very tight..and my feet stick out the door. You tell me to get all the way in and i struggle to cramp myself inside. Barely able to bring my feet in...You close the door. Unable to move at all, You left me there for what seemed like hours...when it was really only 2 minutes. You open the door and tell me to crawl out of there, and i back out.

Moving to the next size, with people laughing and making jokes, rooting You on, i back into this kennel, per Your instructions. i’m able to crawl in much easier,  with more room, unable to turn around or lay down though, You shut the door as i peer out at the smiling and laughing faces. Humiliated beyond belief as You ask me how it feels, am i comfortable, would i be able to sleep in it. As i answer the questions loud and clear for all to hear, almost in tears with humiliation.

You finally open the door and i crawl to the last kennel, backing in. This is the biggest and most roomy, as i’m able to turn around and lay down in it.  You ask me very loudly which kennel i would choose for my new room...with my face so red and sweating with humiliation, i answer “this one Master”. With a big smile on Your face, You open the door, grab the leash, and tell the clerk standing by You that You’ll take it.

By the checkstand, is a do-it-yourself machine for dog tags. As i pay for the kennel, You use the machine for a dog tag. You get  the biggest tag that reads, “Property of Master Tigoda” with Your phone number on it. The clerk helps bring the kennel to the car...You leading me by the leash through the holiday crowd at the mall. The clerk loads the car with the kennel, You thank him and You look at me. Tugging on the leash hard, yanking it, pulling my head in a jerk...i thank the clerk as well.

i open the door for You, with people still looking on, and a car waiting for my parking spot...then come around and get in the drivers seat, leash still attached and hanging in front of me. Pulling out and driving out of the holiday traffic mess, we get back on the freeway. Your hand reaches for my bare leg, sliding up and Your fingers spread my cunt lips, exposing the wetness. my body betraying me while Your fingers spread my wet juices around my lips and clit.

Driving home, only a few miles from the house, You tell me to pull over somewhere. You have me take an exit off the freeway, and take an off road. You tell me to get out, and i do and open the door for You. You get out and order me to my knees...right there off the road. You tell me to unzip You and pull Your cock out. Unzipping You, i pull Your semi-hard cock out, holding it in my hand. You tell me You need to piss, and You couldn’t wait till we got home. Still holding Your cock in my hand, i open my mouth wide and point the cock to my mouth. Crawling closer to Your cock, so the head rests on my lower lip, Your piss begins to dribble out, then stream into my mouth. I swallow as my mouth begins to fill up. You take a step back, You cock slipping out of my hand, Your piss getting on my dress, on my face, in my hair and on my body.  You laugh heartily as i’m covered in Your piss, the taste still on my tongue.

You tell me to take my dress off and let it dry in the air, as we drive home. i undress on the roadside, removing my dress, drenched in Your piss. With the top down, completely naked, driving home on the side road...my hair drying in the wind, we arrive at home. Feeling for my dress, still damp with Your piss...i prepare to have You meet my parents and daughters, with them waiting inside anxiously waiting to meet the Man who has captured their daughter’s and mother’s heart.

Meeting the Family

(Chapter 3)

Even though the piss has dried on my body, my hair is still wet and my dress still damp with my Master’s piss. We pull into the garage, shutting  the garage door behind me. You give me permission to put the dress on, and as i slide it on, struggling as it sticks to my body. my hair looks a little stringy, not kept like i always keep it, and i still taste my Master’s urine in my mouth, actually savoring the taste.  i’m nervous about going in like this, the leash still attached to the collar, now with the dog tag attached to the front D ring, reading “property of Master Tigoda”. The smell of urine following me everywhere i go, filling my nostrils. Looking into the side mirror of the car, combing my hair with my fingers, i nervously look at You. You seem so calm, cool and collected, just enjoying my nervousness. “You’ve never looked more beautiful, my pet”, You tell me. i turn and look at You, smiling, “thank You Master”, blushing with humiliation.

Taking several deep breaths, trying to calm down, You walk over to me, putting Your arm around my waist, unhooking the leash from my collar. i ask You if i may change my dress and shower after i introduce You to everyone. “No whore, you may not”, You reply. Kissing me hard, i melt into Your arms, parting my lips, giving You access to my mouth. Your kiss is long, driving me deeper into submission, knowing i can’t refuse You as You’ve stolen my heart and consume my desires to please. Suddenly, You grab my hand and lead me to the door, opening it, letting me walk in first.

Walking into the house first through the kitchen, i hear my family in the living room. Leading her Master by the hand, their fingers interlocked with each other, they walk into the living room. “Everyone, this is my good friend Tigoda...Tigoda...these are my parents..Dwight and Geraldine...my oldest daughter, Nikki, and my youngest, Rachel.” Master goes and shakes hands with my mother, then kisses her hand...already winning her over. “You have a wonderful, beautiful daughter Mrs Smith”. Geraldine smiles, “thank you Tigoda, she is wonderful, isn’t she?” Then Master shakes hands with my father, impressed with his manners and strong, firm grip. “she is truly a treasure and a gem Mr. Smith, one of a kind.” dad smiles and nods, “that she is Tigoda, that she is.”

Blushing, keeping a bit of a distance from everyone, concerned that i smell like piss and look like a tramp, listening to everyone talk about me as if i’m not even there.

Tigoda approaches my two daughters, shaking both their hands, bowing and kissing their hands. He talks to both when He says, “I see you both got  your good looks from your mother, and your beauty is only surpassed by your mother. She is truly a wonderful, elegant, caring and loving woman, and i love her dearly.”  Nikki giggles, and at 23 years of age, has heard all the lines, but is impressed with this large, strange man standing before her, feeling his honesty and love for her  mother. Rachel blushes, not used to being  complimented, being the youngest, 20 years old and living in the shadows of her oldest sister. She meekly and politely replies “thank you Tigoda”, then turns away to sit down.

Suddenly all eyes turn to me, and i blush, amazed at how quickly my family warmed up to my Master, and knowing i must look and smell like a homeless tramp. i quickly ask if anyone would like something to drink, memorizing who wants what. Walking into the kitchen, i hear Nikki following me. When i turn around, she gives me a big hug, kissing me on the cheek. Breaking away from me, she tells me, “i really like him mom, he’s really super nice. I can tell he really loves you mom, but he looks so young, how old is he?” i tell her he’s 23 years old, and the look on her face is priceless, as it goes blank and her jaw drops. She waves her hand in front of her nose and says, “ewww mom, what’s that smell and what’s this?” Her hand reaches for the dog tag, something i had completely forgotten about. i tell her i had a little accident as she reads the tag, my face turning a dark shade of red, feeling the heat radiate throughout my body.

“Property of Master Tigoda? mom, what is this?” As i try to explain to her while fixing the drinks, that i had given myself over to this man, submissively and totally. i tell my daughter the truth, figuring, there’s no way i can hide it from her any longer, blushing in humiliation while spilling my guts...telling her everything. Nikki watches me fixing the drinks, her mouth gaping wide open in shock as she listens. Telling my daughter that i have given myself to Him, that i am His slave and He owns me as His property, that i love Him unconditionally and am willing to do anything for Him.

Nikki simply asks, “why mom, why would you do that?” i try to explain to Nikki, “i have been a submissive all my life Nikki, and from the first moment that i had met...Master Tigoda....i felt His power over me. i felt myself so drawn to Him, so willing and needing to serve Him, it was overwhelming. i became wet just from thinking about Him, didn’t even have to be sexual. It just felt so natural, and the more i got to know Him, the deeper my submission became, and my need and craving to serve Him increased. Until the day came when i gave myself over to Him. He is kind, caring and loving...but He can be so wicked at times...and it just intoxicates me, He’s exactly what i have been looking for, needing, wanting for so long Nikki.” Standing in disbelief while i finish preparing the drinks, tray in hand...Nikki follows me out to the living room.

Offering the drinks to my parents first...then my Master..then the girls...before helping myself. Putting the tray down, listening to the small talk between Tigoda and everyone, i sit down next to my Master. Tigoda immediately glares at me, and feeling His glare, i look over to Him. With His eyes He points to the floor. With my eyes, pleading with Him not in front of my family. He again, with His eyes, even more sternly, motions me to the floor. Hesitantly, i kneel on the floor at His feet, my humiliation at full strength, feeling my body over heating. Both of my parents look on in shock, Nikki chuckles, and Rachel looks on bewildered.

my parents looking at me, ask me if that’s a new necklace around my neck. With a blank stare on my face, i don’t respond. Tigoda speaks up and firmly tells me to go show everyone my “new necklace”. Breaking out in a sweat, i crawl on my hands and knees to my parents, showing them the necklace. Suddenly, Nikki blurts out that i am Tigoda’s slave, completely. And that i will do anything He says. While my mother just smiles, my dad responds with, “it’s about time someone tamed that wild filly. she finally found a Man that could tame her...congratulations Tigoda.”  Tigoda just smiles and says, “thank you.” i crawl over to Rachel, and she looks at the tag, laughing outloud, but not saying anything.

“Go fix us dinner slave, and hurry up...your family is hungry.” i crawl back to the kitchen with everyone chuckling and laughing at me. i finish preparing dinner, smelling like piss, my hair a mess. i can hear my family laughing, Tigoda talking. i press my ear to the kitchen sliding door, and can hear Tigoda telling of some of our outings, some of the things He’s had me do to humiliate myself. i overheard telling them about  our ride home. He asked Nikki and Rachel if they would get the kennel out of the car, and set it up in the bedroom. They eagerly obliged His request.

After setting the table, pouring the drinks, and setting the food on the table, i call everyone to the dinner table. Everyone sits down and i tell everyone to help themselves. Master Tigoda snaps His fingers and points to His side, looking at me from across the table. Again, my eyes pleading with Him...He can’t be serious.  Outloud, He says, “now”, snapping His fingers and pointing to the floor at His side. i get up from the table and kneel at His side, while my family eats their dinner. my head bowed in humiliation as my Master feeds me scraps from His plate.

Master Tigoda asks Nikki to get the dog bowls from the kitchen and bring them out. One is filled with water, the other empty,  both still dirty from the dog slime. As Nikki puts the bowls down off to the side...Master Tigoda fills the food bowl with scraps off His plate, fat and grisel from the meat, and other parcels of food, and encourages the rest of the family to do the same. As He passes the bowl around the table, He whispers into my ear, “you are to go around under the table and thank your family for giving you food by kissing their feet...understand whore?” Nodding my head, i sheepishly crawl under the table, first kissing my daughter Nikki’s feet. Moving around the table kissing my family’s feet in gratitude, knowing full well if i didn’t please my Master, i would be severely punished. Deeply humiliated and degraded..hearing everyone laughing at me.

By the time i finish, my food and water were ready. Leaning forward on all fours, eating from the bowl without the aid of my hands, pressing my face into the bowl. i can hear my family jeering in the background, almost disgusted watching me degrade myself...Master Tigoda snickering. Master Tigoda leans over and whispers into my ear, “ok whore, get up and clean the table while we relax in the other room and get to know each other.” Kneeling on all fours as everyone gets up from the table and leaves to go to the other room,  keeping my head down in humiliation while i feel pets on my head and some laughter. Getting up and clearing the table, washing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen while they all relax after dinner.

Meeting her Master

Chapter 4

New Developments

(Chapter 4)

After cleaning the kitchen, i was exhausted. All i wanted was to go to bed and sleep. Nikki continually kept a close watch on me and i believe empathized. She felt my humiliation but it did not keep her from getting wet. She asked Master Tigoda if i could sleep with her tonight and he obliged. i was certainly shocked but pleased to hear this.

Nikki and i cuddled in bed and we talked and talked. i confessed and confided everything to her. It seemed to pain her to see her mom like this, yet, she seemed to be getting excited as well. As we held each other in our arms, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her cunt. i could feel the heat and the wetness on her cunt and slowly begin to rub it. She began to move her hips to my hand and little gasps and moans escaped from her mouth. Her eyes closed as she spread her legs. i was on my side watching her, so beautiful, while i rubbed her wet cunt. Incest was never a thought of mine ever before in my life, but for some reason, i couldn’t help myself. She snapped me out of my mindless rubbing of her when she grabbed the back of my head and forced me down to her cunt. Her undulating hips moving up and down as she brought my mouth right to her source of pleasure.

i was ashamed i didn’t try and resist her. instead, i began to eagerly lick her aching cunt. The moment my tongue touched her hot wet cunt she let out a loud moan that i was sure could be heard throughout the neighborhood, much less our house. i was sure everyone heard her. i continued to lick and kiss her beautiful, smooth cunt. Sliding my tongue along her glistening wet cunt lips. i sucked her clit. i nibbled on it. Her body thrashed back and forth. i had to move between her legs and laid my body over her legs to keep the bottom half still enough so i could eat her. Suddenly, her body tensed and she stopped breathing. Then let out a shrill that scared the holy crap out of me until i felt the warm gush of her cum flood my face. Her body convulsed over and over while my tongue lapped at the juices as they flooded out of her cunt. i licked and cleaned her cunt with my tongue until she was completely spent. We spent the rest of the night in each others arms and telling each other that we loved one another.

The next morning i was shocked to find Rachel coming out of the same room where Master Tigoda was sleeping in. Her hair disheveled, wearing only a large oversized T-shirt; one of his. i asked her what was going on, and she replied with her usual answer, “nothing mom”. She was only 15, and already an expert at avoiding questions she didn’t want to answer. i thought to myself she would make a great politician. i pushed the door open to the bedroom she came out of, and Master Tigoda was still sleeping, naked and uncovered. Rachel's clothes were sprawled over the floor; again i thought to myself nothing new there. Her room was always a mess with a layer of clothes covering her floor. I yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK” at Master Tigoda so loud, he awoke with a start and scared look on his face, sitting right up in the bed. He looked over at me, rubbing his eyes. Just then, Rachel walked back into the room and immediately crawled into bed with him. i shouted at Rachel to “get out of that bed right now”. Her response back to me put me into shock. “no mom”, she calmly replied. i was so furious with both of them, i was shaking i was so mad.

Tigoda was rubbing Rachel’s back right in front of me, when he suggested to me that i might want to shut the door so that we could talk. Still in shock with what my eyes were seeing, i blindly shut the door and stumbled over to the chair. Gathering my wits enough to ask them, “do you mind explaining what the HELL is going on here?”. Rachel and Tigoda looked at each other, chuckling and smiling. Tigoda asked Rachel, “do you want to tell her, or shall I?” Rachel seemed to take delight in replying, “I will”. Then proceeded to explain to me: “well mom, or should i say whore, your Master and i are moving in with each other”. i immediately interrupted her saying, “how can you do that, you only met him last night?”  Rachel snapped back, “shut the fuck up bitch and let me finish”. My mouth was wide open, not believing my ears and how she was talking to me. She never, ever spoke to me like that.

“Tig (her new pet name for him) and I hit it off. I really like him and he really likes me. I’ve decided that I’m going back to England with him.” Again i interrupted her telling her “over my dead body you are. You’re only 15 years old and that sex you had last night, is called statutory rape in this country. You still have high school to finish, your friends are here AND your family. No way i’m letting his happen.” i felt i made myself perfectly clear, had a strong argument, had the law on my side, and thought no way she’d leave her family, and that she just hasn’t thought this thing through.  Then she lowered the boom on me. “You stupid fucking cunt. I know why dad left you, you whore. You’re not the miss perfect goody two shoes you seem to think you are. You may have everyone else fooled, but we know your dirty little secret. We know you had an affair. We know it was with an underage Black boy. It’s called statutory rape. The statue of limitations has not run out but, you already know that.....don’t you mom? We know you had an illegitimate baby, a black baby girl at that. AND not just one, as if that wasn’t enough shame for dad. You had another one a year and a half later. Why dad stayed with you as long as he did is beyond me.”

She was on a rampage and unless i tried to cut her off now and break her train of thought, she would just go on and on, building up steam. So i managed a weak response....not knowing what to say as this was supposed to be an unbreakable secret of mine, thinking i destroyed all evidence of those pregnancies. “That was a long time ago Rachel, i was young and made mistakes...like everyone.’  “Shut up whore”, Rachel fired back. “So I AM going back to England with my Tig, and do whatever the fuck we want. And if you’re a good bitch, I’ll keep your dirty little secret quiet” She waved me off, and after i turned around and was walking out of the room, she yelled out to me, “and Tig has released you of any ownership and commitment he has with you. Leave us alone and we’ll leave you alone. Otherwise......” And she left it at that. I turned my head back around and walked out. As soon as i made it out of the bedroom, i burst into tears, covering my face until i made it back to my bedroom.

And so went my life, carrying on, picking up the pieces, trying to find out what to do next. Living life in the vanilla world, but craving for what burned inside me....wanting to find the real me and let the burning desires release and allow me to be free. Free to be myself. It’s funny how when you stop looking for something, that that’s the time what you were looking for all along, comes face to face with you.

If you want to find out how my life changed forever...please read“Meeting her Mistress”