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A Little Submissive

By: Debbie



Looking in the mirror Sandy was surprised at the reflection looking back at her. Her long silky blonde hair was pulled back and up into a ponytail with a small hairtie. A few tendrils of her hair loose, brushing against her pretty face. Her dark blue eyes twinkling back at her as she smiled. With the money he had sent her she had been able to send away for things she had never dreamed of owning. The new makeup, new shoes, a new handbag, all ordered from a mail order catalogue. The little money she had earned from working in the bookshop was quickly spent on living expenses and small odds and ends. She could never have afforded these expensive things. Sandy had tried to keep up with the fashions from the magazines, buying material from the small corner store, copying the patterns from the magazines. But it was just not the same as the lovely outfits the pretty models wore.

Sandy was surprised at how well the new clothes fitted her, smiling as she had thought, at the time, how strange it was that he had wanted her measurements. Sandy smoothed her hands over the lovely soft material of the tight skirt he had sent her. It was a lot shorter than she normally wore but it was lovely. And the black silk top matched the skirt. 

She felt a little odd at not wearing a bra, not that she was well endowed but her small pert breasts were used to the feel of a bra. Sandy moved a little in front of the mirror, her nipples were rubbing against the material of the silk shirt and beginning to stiffen. She turned admiring the way the tight skirt showed the outline of her small bottom. Her new shoes went well with the new clothes. Sandy felt a cool breeze blow up her skirt and up across her newly shaved pussy, she shivered a little as the cool breeze reached her pantyless bottom, feeling a small thrill as she blushed at the thought of wearing no panties out in public. A tiny tingle went through her. 

Sandy looked at her watch. Another gift from him. She smiled as she thought of him. It had all started when the small library had finally got a computer. The old librarian had tutted as it arrived, muttering about new technology and it being the downfall of the old proven ways. Wanting nothing to do with it she had told Sandy to read up on what to do with it. Sandy had pored over the instruction books. Reading well into the night. Finally after days of reading and re reading the books she felt she was ready to turn the computer on. From then on she was hooked. 

Ordering the latest computer magazines and putting the advice for beginners into practice Sandy learnt very quickly. Reading in a magazine about the Internet and all the information available online she managed to persuade the local council members that this too was a necessity to keep the children of their small town in touch with the outside world. The old librarian refused to have anything to do with it. Ignoring it. Leaving it idle unless Sandy used it. Preferring to serve people the old way, happily stamping their books.

For Sandy it opened up her eyes and brought her hours of enjoyment. She would work at the bookshop during the day and volunteered at the library till closing time and then she would lock up for the librarian, staying on to use the net. Finding out all about email, chat rooms, so many different and interesting things. One night a person she had been chatting to in a teen chat room told her about the different chat programs that were available. Sandy searched the net using her favorite search engine and had found the ICQ hompage. Sandy was interested and downloaded the program. The first time she chatted using ICQ she knew she was hooked. It was fantastic! She could talk to people from all over the world. Finding out about them and their culture. Sandy spent hours staying late at night.

Sometimes she came across porno sites. She had always been shy but was curious about the rude pictures she saw. Naked men and women having sex. Women with other women. The more she looked the more she wanted to see. Often her hand would stray beneath her skirt, her fingers stroking herself through the sheer material of her panties. Feeling erotic, tingling sensations as her fingers stroked her pussy through the skimpy material Sometimes if the pictures or story was really good she would slide her fingers under her panty elastic and stroke her pussy lips. Feeling the heat and the moist juices. And if she was really excited Sandy would go to the library bathroom, close her eyes and visualize the story she had read or the graphic photos she had see and finger herself till she climaxed. Leaning against the basin as she caught her breath. Frequently late at night a small light could be seen on in the library. People walked past smiling at the hard work Sandy put into working at the library.

Sandy would catalogue the new books, updating the libraries extensive collection of books. Compiling the information on the computer. When she was finished she would hook up to the net. Starting up ICQ and while surfing through the free porno sites and reading erotic stories she would chat. Finding her favorite sites and searching for new stories and pictures to excite herself. Over the months on ICQ she found a few contacts she liked and chatted regularly to them.

 Tim in particular was funny and interesting. He had randomly found her and they chatted about each other's lives. He didn't seem to mind that she was not quite 18 and lived in a very small town thousand and thousands of miles away from her. Sandy was becoming turned on by what she saw and read. Sandy found that she could talk to Tim about anything. He was kind. After a month of chatting back and forth he sent her a photo of himself on ICQ. He had kind eyes and a lovely smile. Sandy liked what she saw. It didn't matter to her that he was a lot older than her. He was a good person.

Sandy begged the council for a cheap digital camera and scanner, gaining the local school teachers help to convince them that this equipment was a necessity. The council begrudgingly gave the money. Sandy sent away for the new equipment. When it arrived Sandy rushed through the small amount of work she needed to do and installed the new software after hooking them both up. That night she sent Tim a photo of her. Tim ICQ'ed her back. Telling her she was a very pretty young woman. Sandy was pleased by Tim's compliments on her looks. That night he told her he had sent her a birthday present. It would arrive soon. The next day Sandy went to the post office to find to her delight that a parcel had arrived from him. There was also another parcel there for her. She didn't recognize the sender's address. She ran all the way to the boarding house where she had lived since her parents had passed away.

Sandy slammed the door to her room and quickly unwrapped the parcel from Tim first. . Inside was a small jewelry box with a brightly wrapped gift inside. Sand excitedly ripped off the paper. She opened the lid to find a beautiful rose gold colored watch that looked like a bangle. Tucked underneath a small card. "To Sandy, so you will always know the time and think of me, your friend Tim." Sandy was thrilled, the watch was the most beautiful gift she had ever been given. Propping the card from Tim on her dressing table. Sandy opened the next parcel to find a box with a cellphone inside. A plain card enclosed with it, instructions and a receipt. "Please find enclosed a cellphone ordered by Mr. Tim Stockman. A gift for you. We have included a copy of the receipt also in case you need to return the item." Sandy was amazed. She had seen these things in the magazines at the bookshop. Now she had one. Sandy laughed. She was probably the only one in the whole town who had one! Sandy carefully read the instructions on how to use the cellphone. Sandy put the phone on charge as she had her shower and quickly ate her tea. That night she slept soundly and dreamed of Tim.

The next morning Sandy placed the bangle watch on her wrist. Admiring the thin band on her slender wrist. Sandy slipped the cellphone into her jeans pocket. Almost dancing to work. The day passes quickly and Sandy eagerly turned on the computer. Checking her email she finds that Tim has sent her an e card. Clicking on the ecard the link takes her straight to the card he has picked for her. Sandy smiles as the card loads showing a couple kissing. To Sandy with love and kisses on your birthday. Just then her cellphone rings." Hello?" "Sandy? It's Tim." His deep voice came through to her. Sandy was thrilled to hear his voice. She had wondered what his voice sounded like ."Did you like the presents?" "Yes Tim thank you so much!" They talked for a little while both reluctant to go but Tim persuading her they would talk again but not for too long as it was expensive and he was paying the bill. Sandy said goodbye. Holding the cellphone close as they hung up. Almost straight away Sandy's ICQ flashed. It was Tim already. "I miss you." She typed back." I'm glad we talked." 

That night they chatted till the wee small hours. Tim telling her more about himself. He had been married but it had not worked out. He had no children but was hoping to find the right women to settle down with and have kids. She telling him that she wanted to leave the small town she lived in. He asked her what she was doing apart from chatting with him. A little guiltily she told him she was reading erotic stories. for awhile there was no response from Tim. "Do you like to read erotic stories?" She paused. What would he think of her? "Yes." She typed back. "Do they turn you on?" "Sometimes." She answered him. "Me too." Sandy was relieved. "Do you touch yourself?" Sandy blushed but told him. "I do." Tim changed the subject. Talking about his garden and the things he had been doing that day. When Sandy checked her email the next day she found a message from Tim. "I'm going out of town for a few days so will catch up with you again then. Meanwhile maybe you would like to check out this site." Sandy clicked on the link he had sent her. Sandy waited patiently for the page to load. When the page loaded Sandy saw that the link was to a Dominant/submissive site called A Master's Realm.

Sandy read very carefully. Reading the webmaster's personal story about how he first found out that he was a Master. Reading his description of Dominant/ submissive. Submit: To yield to the opinion or authority of another; to give in. To yield or surrender (oneself) to the will or authority of another. Dominate: To control, govern or rule by superior authority or power. Sandy found herself absorbed by this site. Drawn to the pictures of the men with their woman. She saw the photos of woman dominanting men and woman dominating other woman but was drawn to the woman and thier Masters. Woman being dominated by men. The women smiled happily at the men as they were stroked and touched. Some women with collars and leashes around their neck. Others with leather whips lashing at the women's provocative bottom's. Sandy looked at the index page of this site searching for stories. She was pleased with what she found. Men dominating their women while the women did their man's bidding She found herself excited by the thought of giving herself willingly to a man she trusted. Wanting to please him. Having him tell her what to do. Kneeling before him, naked, waiting to do his bidding. Sandy was so aroused by theses images that she had her first orgasm without touching herself. 

Sandy was excited by what she read. Imagining herself in the women's place. Submitting to her man. Wanting to please. Her Master being pleased by her willing actions. Rewarding her with his hard prick. Tying her to the bed and blindfolding her. Leaving her there. Aroused by the images of woman willingly offering their bodies to the men. Woman on their knees, kneeling in front of their Masters. Heads bowed, humble. Some with collars and leads on all fours. Or Masters standing over their subs with leather straps in their hands. The more she looked the more she wanted to see. Reading stories of submission and domination. More pictures of submissive tied to beds. Sandy felt so aroused by what she saw. Each day while Tim was out of town Sandy would rush from work to the library. Using the site Tim had sent her she explored the links from that site onto others. Finding as much information as she could on the submissive/dominant life style. She was excited and curious. Reading how to lead the submissive/dominant lifestyle, the "rules." How to be a good submissive. How to find a Master. Sandy was beginning to realize that she might like this lifestyle. 

Sandy had not had much sexual experience except for the occasional fumblings and gruntings of one or two boys that had taken her on dates. She had not enjoyed herself at all with the boys she had been with. She had read that the first sexual experience for a girl wasn't always pleasant but the quickness and roughness of the act had left her wondering what all the fuss had been about. She had not had any long term relationships as their was no one she had felt attracted to. Sandy had spent many lonely nights stroking and pleasuring herself. There had been times that she thought maybe she was a little strange as the few girls she knew all had boyfriends and were always gossiping about how wonderful their sex lives were. 

Sandy was very pleased when Tim emailed her to tell her that he was back. She emailed him straight away. Telling him she was online. She was so excited when he ICQ'ed her. "Did you miss me?" Sandy smiled. "Yes I did." She and Tim chatted back and forth. Tim told her all about his trip. How well his business was going. Sandy typed to Tim. "I enjoyed the link you sent me." Tim was silent for a short time. "What did you think as you were reading about the lifestyle?" Sandy sat back on her chair. Thinking. What should she say? She really like Tim but did not want him thinking she was weird. She slowly typed back to him. "I was excited by the woman being dominated by the men." Tim ICQ'ed her back. "I thought you might be. I have something to tell you, little one." Sandy was curious. "I am a Master." It was Sandy's turn to pause before she answered him. "Are you?" Not knowing what else to write. "Yes Sandy. I am. I like to call myself a Master. I have been a Master for many years now. I dominate my willing lovers for mutual gratification. " Sandy had so many questions. But was unsure where to start

Tim ICQ'ed her after a minute or so since she hadn't replied back. "Have I shocked you?" "No" She typed back. "I'm just not sure what to say." Tim typed back. "Shall I call you and we can talk?" Sandy hesitated. She really liked Tim. She had never felt awkward with him before. He was so open and honest that she was sure that he was a good person. "Yes, please." "OK." Sandy sat quietly, waiting for Tim to call. Her mind racing. Visualizing Tim as a Master. Sandy went to her favorites and found the Master's Realm site that Tim had emailed her. Sandy's cellphone rang. "Hi, Sandy." Sandy felt a small stirring as she heard Tim's voice. "Hi Tim." "So are you OK with me being a Master?" "I guess." Sandy quietly told him. "I'm not worried by it. Just curious." "If you have questions ask me little one and I will gladly answer you." Sandy looked at the pictures of the woman being dominated by their Masters. Excited by the poses of the women kneeling at their Master's feet. Some bound and blindfolded. Waiting for their Master's attention. 

"Do you enjoy dominating your lover? "Sandy's voice is so quiet. "Yes little one. I get great pleasure dominating my lover, as long as she is willing, and giving my sub pleasure while she gives me the same. I do not abuse my sub and it takes a lot of trust for her to give control to me." Tim sounded so confident. Sandy continued to look at the photos in front of her. Seeing the images of women giving themselves willingly to their partners. She saw the way the women knelt, thighs spread wide, some gagged and tied up. The Master standing their leather whip in hand. Spanking his sub. "Sandy? Are you OK? You are so quiet." Sandy took a deep breath. "Tim, can I ask you something?" "Of course little one." She had to tell him. "I find myself so aroused by the women being dominated. I dream at night that I am them. Kneeling naked in front of my Master. Waiting for his strong touch upon my willing body. And when I dream of the man who is my Master I see you. While you were away I read everything I could find on dominant and submissive. The more I looked the more excite I became. It turns me on to see the woman with their Masters. I think that I maybe submissive." Tim talks to her. his voice strong and reassuring. "That is good little one. You have made the first steps into my lifestyle. Would you like to explore more?" Sandy was feeling relieved that Tim was so easy to talk to. "Yes please."

Sandy was so eager to learn all she could from Tim. They talked for hours that night as Tim answered Sandy's questions or sent her urls to show her what he meant. The more Tim told Sandy the more convinced she was that she was a submissive and that she wanted a Master to train her in the ways of a Master/submissive relationship. Tim explained carefully that a true Master was not abusive or did anything that his sub was not willing to do. The Master/sub relationship was based on mutual trust and understanding of the subs boundaries. The Master was not able to do anything unless the sub was agreeable. Something that was all talked about and agreed with between the Master and submissive before the sub came willingly to the Master. Tim was patient and understanding. He listened to Sandy as she told him what turned her on about the women with the men being dominant. "The hour is late little one. I will call you again tomorrow night. " "OK. Tim . Goodnight." "Sweet dreams Sandy." Sandy turned her cellphone off and disconnected from the net and shut the computer down. She locked up the library and wandered home.

That night Sandy dreamed again of being a submissive. She knelt at her Master's feet. Naked and open to her Master's view. She was very excited by the thought of her Master's hands upon her naked body. Touching her. She unable to move. Him with all the control. Sandy's hands were tied behind her back and a blindfold on her eyes. Her Master ordered her to stand. Sandy struggled to her feet. Waiting for her Master to make the next move. Sandy quivered as she felt her Master's hands on her back. Stroking her bum, his strong hands on her willing body. Using his hand he gently forces her to bend over. "Hold your ankles." He commands. She obeys him at once. Her long blonde hair falling over her face. Sandy feels the sting of the leather strap on her tight buttocks. She flinched a little as the strap slapped down on to her bare skin. Sandy felt her buttocks tingling and then her Master ran his hand over the place he had struck. Mixing pain with erotic pleasure. Sandy moaned a little at her Master's touch. A small sound that escaped her without her being able to repress it. "Silence." He requested as he slapped her with his bare hand. This time Sandy was silent. Bearing the excitement of him spanking her and then caressing her. 

Her Master caressed her buttocks and then he stroked her upper thigh, back to her pert bottom. His fingers slipped into her crack and exploring till he found her moist pussy. "You are wet already, little one." Sandy knew she was not expected to answer. She felt her Master slips his fingers inside her. She almost came immediately. She was so excited by him. Being close and his voice so authoritative. Then she felt his prick rubbing against her pussy lips. His fingers inside her. Sandy wriggled, moving her hips, wanting him then and there inside her. Thrusting his prick deep into her. Her Master slapped her bottom harder this time, reminding her who was in control. Sandy bit her lip, exciting herself further as she waited in anticipation of what was to come. She could feel his balls against her buttocks as his prick teased her clit. Sandy thought she might pass out from the exctasy of her Master's throbbing prick rubbing against her.


A Little Submissive



Sandy was caught by surprise when her Master quickly thrust his prick into her. She almost cried out as his large prick thrust into her. Stretching her pussy wide. Sandy tried to relax, allowing her pussy muscles to take in his large girth. Sandy felt his big dick as it thrust deep into her tight pussy. Never had she known such a large prick inside her. Her pussy was completely filled with him. She felt him thrusting so deep into her. Sandy thrust her hips back at him, wanting him filling her pussy, thrusting deep. He was so big that she felt he was splitting her apart. But she didn't stop thrusting her hips against his big prick but carried on faster and faster. She felt her Master as he stiffened even more inside her. His cum flowing into her as she came to. Just then Sandy woke from her dream. She felt so hot. Her breathing so rapid. Her dream has been so vivid. Sandy felt beneath her nightie to find the her panties were drenched. Sandy got out of bed and stripped her wet panties off. She walked to her clothes hamper, throwing them in. Sandy looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Sandy stripped off to have a quick shower. She was aroused by the dream she had about Tim being her Master. Sandy grabbed her moisturizing soap and loofah. Washing herself she thought of the erotic dream she had been enjoying so much. She felt she needed to accept that she was a submissive and needed to find a Master to fulfill her. She put liquid soap on her loofah and washed herself carefully. Sandy began to day dream about her dream. Absentmindedly she washed her pussy, Sandy closed her eyes imagining that her Master was in the shower with her, telling her what to do. "Stroke your pussy, so gently with the loofah. Exciting your pussy as the soap suds wash you. Feel the loofah exquisite against your pussy. Such sensitive sensual feelings. You are so aroused by the feel of the loofah against your pussy. Inflamed by it's touch. Sandy rubs the loofah against herself. Her pussy feels so good. She grinds her hips against the loofah, sliding it between her legs, she pretends it is her Master. Thrusting her fingers inside her. Imagining her Master's commands. Sandy brings herself to a quick orgasm as she imagines her Master commanding her to play with herself. To bring herself to release.

Sandy toweled herself dry. Thinking of the way things were working out. She knew the dreams were her subconscious telling her that she was a submissive. She just needed to face reality. She felt she had to tell Tim that she had wants and needs. He could help her. He was a Master with experience. She was a submissive with sexual needs and desires that he could help fulfill her day dreams into reality. Sandy crawled into bed. Naked. She caressed her breasts, using her fingers she squeezed her nipples till they were erect, stroking her taut, flat stomach she went lower, her fingers grazing against the small amount of fluff she had. Her pubic hair a small amount of fine hair. Sandy's fingertips explored further, finding her clit. Stroking the small nub of flesh till it becomes hard and erect. Sandy flicked her clit, sucking her breathe in as she does. Her warm fingers move on, finding her outer pussy lips, sliding her fingers deeper. feeling the dampness of her aroused pussy, she slides her fingers, one at a time, inside herself . Slowly thrusting at first she quickens the tempo, her hips thrusting too, meeting her fingers rhythm Sandy climaxes quickly as she imagines her Master's fingers thrusting inside her. She falls asleep, thinking of how much she needed to be dominated by a Master to bring her exquisite pleasure.

The next day Sandy knew she wanted to tell Tim everything. Her day passed quickly and she left the bookshop right on knock off time. She quickly said hello to the librarian and logged onto ICQ. She worried as she waited what he would say to her. She couldn't be too forward. She wanted him to make the first moves. She knew he was what she wanted as her Master. He was authoritative, thoughtful, intelligent. kind and understanding and most of all he was experienced. She also trusted him. Tim wasn't online but she ICQ'ed him anyway. Anxious for a reply from him before she chickened out. "I know I'm a submissive. I'm sure of it now. It is all I think of and ream about." Sandy waited for Tim's reply. She waited, excitedly for his reply. Time seemed to drag. Then her ICQ symbol flashed. Tim was sending her a message. Sandy clicked on his message. "Are you looking for me, little one?" Sandy replied. "Yes, Master." "Then I will send for you little one. Will you come to me? Willing to do my bidding and to seek mutual sexual gratification?" "Yes, Master, I do. "Tim ICQ'ed Sandy the details of their "coming together. "Arranging Sandy's tickets and flight plans. 

Things happened so fast but only because that is what Sandy wanted. Tim had encouraged her to take her time and think things through. But he paid for the plane tickets and anything else she needed. Sandy gave her notice at the bookshop. She spent the last few days of her time in the library and saying goodbye to the few people she was close to. The day quickly arrived and she was ready to leave. Sandy boarded the bus. Giving the busdriver her ticket. The driver smiled as he saw how pretty Sandy was. A warm smile. She was tired and a little nervous. There was almost no one on the bus. Sandy walked to the back of the bus. Stowing her small bag in the shelf above her head. Sandy looked out the slightly dusty window, silently saying good bye to her small home town. There was no one to wave goodbye to, no one to see her off or wish her good luck. Sandy took one last look at the small bus station as the bus pulled away. She watched as the countryside passed her by. Seeing the familiar pass by and welcoming the new scenery that she had never seen before. 

She had almost not got on the bus. Scared to start a new life. But back in Marton she had no chance of doing anything other than marrying some farmer and spending her life having babies or working on the farm. Sandy knew that she could do so much more. While working in the bookshop she had found through reading all the magazines and newspapers that the rest of the world was such a big place full of opportunities. Things she wanted to see and do . Sandy had read the big city newspapers and found so many exciting possibilities. And here she was traveling along in a bus on her way to the airport to catch a plane to go all the way to New Zealand to meet a man that she had not seen in person before. Sandy was also convinced that Tim was a real Master not someone who pretended to be one. He had given her so much personal information that she had verified to show that he was telling her the truth. She knew his full name, where he worked, the car he drove and he had sent her his driver's license details. They had talked for hours before he had been convinced that she truly wanted to come to him. Sandy blushed a little as she thought of how detailed their conversations had been. Tim running through his checklist from safe words to condoms being used in their relationship.

Sandy got her book out of her purse. She tried to read but was distracted by her thoughts. Just then her cellphone rang. "Sandy. I want to know what you are wearing." "Yes Master. I am wearing the clothes you sent." "Are you wearing panties, Sandy?" "No, Master I am dressed the way you told me to." "Tell me Sandy how do you feel?" "Master, I feel a little excited as I travel to you." "How excited are you, Sandy?" "Master I am sitting in the bus traveling to you. Wearing the clothes you brought. Wearing no panties or bra. Aroused by the thought that at the end of my trip you will be there to greet me." "Sandy I want you to stroke your inner thigh, slowly stroking upwards till you reach your pussy." "Yes Master." Sandy stroked her self, touching her inner thigh, listening to Tim as he spoke to her telling her what he wanted her to do to herself to bring her to pleasure with his guidance. Sandy slipped her short skirt high up her thigh, reaching for her aroused pussy. Sliding her fingers inside her pussy lips. "Tell me what you feel?" Tim's voice was so deep and strong to Sandy. "Master I am stroking my pussy lips. My pussy is already moist as my fingers tease my pussy." "Is anyone looking?" Sandy looks around. Most of the people on the bus are asleep or reading. Sandy looks up the front of the bus to see that the busdrivers is glancing at her in the rear vision mirror. "Yes Master. The bus driver is looking at me in his rear mirror. Everyone else is taking no notice." 

Sandy pleasures herself as she listens to Tim's deep voice. She groans a little as she excites herself . So aroused by being in a public place while she fingers her pussy. Sandy moans as she feels close to release. She sees that the bus diver is still watching her. She knows he cannot see what she is actually doing but is even more excited knowing that he is looking at her. Sandy moans louder as she feels an orgasm ripple through her body. "Ah little one. I am pleased to hear you as you climax from touching yourself. Now you must listen carefully and follow my instructions. Do you understand? " "Yes Master. I understand and will listen carefully to you." Tim proceeds to tell her where to go when she gets off the plane. Where to catch a taxi from and the address she must tell the driver. "You must come to me, unaided, little one. Come to me, willing and prepared to do my bidding." Sandy was a little breathless as she realized she was finally going to her Master to begin her training. She knew he was so strong and dominant but also that he would look after her and never abuse her. Sandy felt her nipples stiffen as she thought of her new Master. Her pussy thrilling, aroused to the wondrous pleasures the submissive lifestyle offered to her now that she had a Master who would train her. Sandy did not feel at all apprehensive. She knew she was safe with Tim. And in her bag she had a return ticket to America so that if at any time things didn't work out she could go. Tim called it her "safety net."

When she arrives at his house by cab. The taxi driver helps her take her bags out of the car and drives away. She grabs her small bags and walks up the pathway. The front door is wide open and she walks inside. Going through the kitchen she drops her bags. Carrying on into the lounge. Following Tim's instructions exactly. Tim is standing there, waiting for his submissive. He looks at Sandy. Acknowledging her presence. Welcoming her to him. Her Master. "Disrobe." He quietly but authoritatively tells her. Sandy is very tired but so pleased to be with her Master. She quickly takes off her clothes and stands naked before him. Her eyes cast down, she stands and waits patiently for her Master to command her. "Kneel." Sandy knelt at her Master's feet. Adopting one of the poses that Master Tim had sent her to her in a URL to show her exactly how to pose. Her beautiful, slender legs and supple thighs spread as wide as she could, her pussy open to her Master's view. Sandy's hands on her thighs palm up, her stomach and back slightly in, her shoulders straight, forcing her breasts out, her head raised proudly but her eyes lowered to the ground. Her long blonde hair falls naturally down her back. Her hair still in it's ponytail. 

Tim stands over her. Sandy can smell his aftershave mixed with his strong masculine scent. She is turned on by offering herself naked to him. To her Master she is submissive. She feels a small thrill go through her as she waits for his next command. Tim walks behind her. Pulling the ponytail from her hair so that her blonde her is free. He runs his hands through her hair. Stroking her neck. Pulling her hair to one side. Sandy feels Tim place something against the back of her neck. Sandy sits very still, wanting to please her Master. She feels her pussy exposed as her thighs are as wide as she can spread them. Her body tingles all over. She fights to keep her breathing light and regular so as to not betray how excited she was. Sandy could feel her pussy moistening as Tim gently touched her. Bringing his hands around the front Sandy sees the collar her Master now puts on his sub. Making her his. She would now wear the training collar unless he removed it from around her neck. Tim could attach a leash to her collar tethering her where he wanted her to be. To his bed or at the bottom of the stairs. Where she would assume a submissive pose. Waiting for him to return for her. Tim walked back around Sandy again. "Welcome little one." 

"You may rise." Sandy stands, her head bowed, feeling how close her Master was to her. "Walk to the kitchen and get me a drink of water." Sandy turns gracefully, her long blonde hair caressing her body as she turns. She walks quietly across the room , knowing that her Master was watching her, Sandy was elated as her body responded to her. She had practiced and practiced to be perfect for him. Her feet hardly seeming to leave the ground, her hips swaying sensually, her body erect and proud. When she reached the kitchen she stops and pausing, her body erect, her shoulders back, her small breasts thrust out, her taut stomach held in a little. Sandy got a clean glass from the bench and poured her Master a glass of water. She returns to him. Her body exposed to his gaze. Her chin is held high and her eyes are lowered. She holds the glass out from her chest, waiting for her Master to accept what she was offering him. Tim took the glass from her hand. "Good little one. I am pleased by you. You may walk to the bedroom and wait for me." Sandy looked up at Tim to see that he was pointing to his bedroom. She quickly cast her eyes down again. "Yes Master. Thank you Master." Sandy walked to the bedroom. Walking sensuously for her Master.

Sandy walked to the bedroom. Wondering how her Master wanted her to present herself to him. Sandy decides to prostrate herself on the bed, her body flat to the bed. Her stomach pressed hard against the mattress. Her stomach flat. Her small breasts crushed against the innerspring mattress. Her thighs spread wide. She still feels it is not enough to show her Master her respect and the offering she brings him. She raises her hips. Crouching the front of her body low on the bed. Her arms stretched out in front of her, elbows locked, hands clasped together. Spreading her thighs as wide was she can. Her pussy spread wide, open for her Master to see. Helpless before him, she waits in this position for him. Knowing he could make her wait minutes or hours. Sandy presses her face into the mattress. She remains still, waiting, in supplication to her Master. She raises her hips as high as she can. Sandy hears as her Master enters the room. Sandy squeezes her pussy muscles together. Tight as she can. Wanting her Master to feel how tight her pussy was as he enters her

Sandy did not look around as she felt her Master's presence. Sandy was anticipating her Master's touch. Aching for him to ease her sexual frustration. Tim walks slowly into the room. Walking to the head of his bed he takes Sandy's hands and cuffs them to the headboard with a pair of metal handcuffs. He slowly strokes Sandy's lovely body. Sandy quivers under her Master's touch. 

"Well little one. We begin your training in the bedroom. You have learnt the poses and proper responses and respect to your Master. Do you remember the safe words you chose?" Sandy nods. 

"This is just the beginning of your training. You have done very well so far. I am pleased with you, little one." Tim lifts Sandy's head and places a kiss on her mouth. Sandy quickly responds to him. Passionately kissing him back. Tim pulls away. 

"You are tired, little one. Enough for one day." Her Master undoes the cuffs. "Sit up" Sandy sits up, assuming the pose of her thighs wide and hands palm up. Tim sits on the edge of the bed. He strokes Sandy's hair. "Lay down and sleep, little one. We shall continue tomorrow with your training." Sandy smile at Tim. Her Master. She curls up on her side. Looking at her Master as she falls asleep. She dreams of him and wonders what tomorrow will bring. She is a very happy submissive. Safe with her new Master.