2 comments/ 2827 views/ 3 favorites Her Story Pt. 02 By: amaymoh She crawled out of the bathroom, all clean externally but hot and horny on the inside. Every moment she followed his instructions, bits of her ego, were being crushed, eroded. But her bodily desires defeated her ego. She was getting sucked into something which she knew would destroy her ego, but would at same time make her submissive part happy. She crawled out towards the bed and stood up. There was a small brown bag, with a printed note attached to it. She read the note, which gave her further instructions on how to be ready. She dried her hair with the dryer, and combed them. As instructed, she bunched them together and tied them up with a black pony. She opened the packet of clothes inside the bag. First inside it were silk stockings, neatly folded. She began to slip them on. As ordered, she had waxed herself the day before and got herself a pedicure. Her feet were all clean and perfectly in shape. Her skin was almost as smooth as the silk stockings. She put her feet in them and began to roll them up her milky white smooth skin. The stockings had an elastic end and fit snugly on her thighs. Along with the stockings was a baby doll. She held it in her hands. It was made of net material and was black in color. It was almost transparent. It was almost like the ones porn stars wore in lingerie photo shoots. The baby doll set had a transparent thong of the same net material. Maybe it was even thinner and even more transparent. She slipped it on. The small netted triangle of the thong barely covered her crotch. Her pink pussy lips were clearly visible. She had shaved off her crotch as well as instructed and was completely hairless down there. The thong had a thin string behind, which lodged itself firm in her butt crack. She adjusted the thong trying to cover as much as she could and tied the strings at the side to hold those thongs in place. The thin net material of her thongs rubbed on her pussy lips. Already excited and horny, that soft silky touch made her even more edgier. She desperately wanted somebody to attack her horny cunt with something strong and hard. Next she took the baby doll and slipped it on. The baby doll barely reached her waist and neatly showed of her thongs. It had a slit in the middle which exposed off her navel and flat tummy. It was almost backless but for a small string to be tied behind her neck and near her waist to keep it in its place. She adjusted the cups over her boobs and tied the strings. Her big boobs were barely contained in that flimsy bit of net and were almost slipping out. She looked at herself. The baby doll set hid nothing and revealed everything. She was dressed but she was naked. But she knew, she had nothing to hide. In fact she had nothing. It was all his. She blushed. She felt humiliated. She felt horny. Next she took the lipstick from the bag and began to apply it to her lips. It was red , almost blood red and glossy. Finally she took out the last packet from the bag. Inside it was a glass colored butt plug, a ring gag and leather collar and few pieces of jewellery. The final accessories to make her a complete slave. She took the ring gag, and put it in her mouth. She as careful not to disturb her lipsticked red lips. The gag was quiet big in size. She wondered if it was big so as to match the girth of his cock. Thinking about if made her flush even more. She quickly adjusted the gag and tied it behind her head. The jewellery were big hooped earrings, metallic in shade and a hooped nose ring of same metallic shade, though smaller in size. Her pierced ears and nose made it putting them on much easier. Finally she took the butt plug. It scared her. She had played with her ass before when they did their sessions. But pushing and holding the butt plug was frightening. She moved the string of the thong lodged inside her ass crack and rubbed the lube on her asshole. She put some lube on the plug and placed it over her asshole. She tried to push it in. But it was difficult and even a bit painful. She applied more lube and pushed it in. She moved it like a cork screw to push it further till it lodged itself in her ass. But the lube had made her asshole quiet slippery. The plug was sliding out. She pushed it deep and clenched her butt and tried to hold it in. It made her very uncomfortable. The last thing remaining was the leather collar. It mesmerized her. It was something she desperately wanted around her neck. Something which she always fantasized. But she knew the one thing she wanted the most was the one she would have to wait for. It was something which was earned. It was something which was given by the master. It was to be put on by him. She picked it up and lay it on the bed. If he liked what was put up before him, if all instructions were followed correctly, if she turned out to be a good slave, it would be presented to her. It was going to be her reward. It was almost time and she was ready ... well almost ready. She quickly cleared the room.. or as quickly as she could with the butt plug in her ass. She went in front of the full sized dressing mirror and knelt in front of it. And she looked at it. And she saw a slave, a submissive slave... gagged, dressed like a slut, kneeling waiting for him. It was not someone she saw in the mirror everyday. She thought it couldn't be her. Maybe it was the true her. The real submissive her. She was transfixed at that image but at the same time her ego could barely get herself to look at that image. She took the blindfold which was kept on the dressing table, closed her eyes and tied it around her eyes. It was all darkness. She could not see anything. But there was one image she could not forget. The image of her slave self kneeling for him. With that unforgettable image of her submissive self, she remained on her knees, kneeling, waiting for him She waited for him, kneeling, blindfolded. She kept her thighs slightly apart so that her moist pussy would be visible to him through the thin net thongs. Her hands were on her thighs facing upwards, like she was kept on a display, for her master to see and enjoy. She was nervous and breathing heavily. Her boobs heaved up and down, threatening to jump out of the loose baby doll that caged them. Even through the AC was at full blast, she was almost sweating. But the chilled air from the AC and her own excited state had made her nipples hard and erect. They poked through the thin net material. She also had clenched her butt tight to hold the butt plug in its place. She was afraid it would slip off by the time he came. And seeing her not obeying orders would make him leave. She would not be a slave worthy of him. She kept clenching it tighter and it made it more uncomfortable and all the lubrication made it more susceptible to slipping out. But the thick end had nicely lodged itself inside her asshole and the thong string between her butt crack held it perfectly in its position. It was almost as if she was meant to be an ass-whore. The cold AC, the uncomfortable butt plug made her more tense. But the real reason for her tension was the blindfold. She could not see a thing. She was almost naked, kneeling, presenting herself to a stranger who would walk in through the door. She hoped it was him, but what if it was someone else, what if it was somebody from the hotel. He would see her, maybe force himself on her. She could not even scream because of the gag if he raped her. But why would he rape her, she would not even know if it was someone else for she was meeting him for the first time. She would submit herself to anybody who was there. But deep inside she knew she would recognize him. Even though she had not seen him or heard him, she knew him, she had submitted to him. She thought she understood him. He would be familiar to her. He would not be a stranger, but her master. And she knew her master. All the tension and the silence made her extremely conscious. She could even hear her heart beat rapidly. And then she heard the key to the door turn. Her rapidly beating heart started beating even faster. Her boobs almost swayed in tension almost jumping out of the baby doll. She wondered if it was him. She hoped it was him. All of a sudden she hoped it was nobody. She hoped it was all a dream. Just one of the fantasy dream she had after chatting with him. She was in her bedroom, sleeping after fingering herself dreaming of kneeling for a master. No but it wasn't a dream. She heard the door open and then shut. She heard the footsteps as somebody walked in. There was almost silence. All she heard two noises, her own heart beating rapidly and someone else breathing... normally!! It was normal, indifferent, confident breathing. She realized he was looking at her, He was staring at her and was unmoved. Her own image, the one she saw in the mirror, of a slut slave kneeling, flashed before her eyes. The thought of him seeing her like that, made her feel extremely humiliated. She wanted to get up and run. But she could not. Nobody had tied her and kept her there. But somehow her body didn't let her do that. It was enjoying that humiliation. It was enjoying being displayed like a submissive slave. His steady, confident breathing compared to her nervous fast paced breathing, crushed her even more. She always thought of herself as pretty. And here she was almost naked, kneeling like a slave, exposing herself to him, and he was unmoved. He didn't compliment her, jump on her, grab her. He was in total self control. And she had no control of herself. She felt she was totally in his control. Yes he was the master she had fantasized about. She wanted to get up and remove her blindfold and see her master. She wanted to tell him right away she was hers. But she knew his rules, his most important condition. SHE COULD NOT SEE WHO HE WAS. She was all his to be seen and used. But for her, the master could only be understood through his actions and his touch. She could see him only when he wished to. When he had stipulated that, she thought it was so unfair and so stupid of him. Why would any girl give herself to a stranger whom she would never see or recognize. But yet she did it. He had that power over her, to make her do insensible things. Her desire to see him was of no value. She had to learn to suppress her desire. It was only his desires which mattered. And his desires were to use her. And remain unknown. Unseen. The silence continued. She felt like she was still being stared at. Leeched. Being devoured visually. Almost raped without even being touched. Her own slutty image kept flashing in front of her again and again. Her submission, which he was enjoying. She felt herself being objectified, being displayed like a whore. Like a sex toy. Like a fuck doll. Yes that's what she felt like a fuck doll. These thoughts kept racing through her mind. She kept kneeling and waiting. And waiting for something to happen. For him to do something. But it was just silence and two people breathing. She just kept waiting. She waited nervously kneeling for something to happen, anything to happen. Why wasn't he taking her. She was there on display, just for him. His fuck doll was ready to be used as he wished. But nothing happened. And then she remembered. She let out a bark, a welcoming happy woof, well as much as she could with the gag in her mouth. She barked more, a muffled bark, more of happy whining from deep within. And indeed she was happy to be there for him, She also shook her ass gently so as not dislodge the ass plug. She wanted to shake it harder, wag her tail welcoming her master. She wanted to show him how happy she was to have him there. She was just a happy pet bitch welcoming her master. A well trained bitch who knew how to welcome her master. As she did that, she suddenly felt a touch on her head, on her hair. She was being patted.. just like a pet. She was his pet bitch. Her hair was patted and her was fondled as she welcomed him.She barked louder and deeper to let him know her happiness. She wanted to jump on him and lick him, just like a happy bitch. But she was well trained. She continued to bark and let her tongue out to show her happiness. The hand moved away from the top of her head to the back of her head. Her hair bunched together with a pony was lifted up. She felt a leathery touch around her neck... the collar. She was being collared by him... She had been a good slave... He had liked what was presented in front of him. She would now really be his pet bitch. His collared bitch. She felt the collar being wrapped around her neck, the strap being adjusted and tightened, the slight choke as the strap was pulled back so that the metal hook could be fastened and locked. She felt the metal buckle rest against her neck. She was now collared. She was now a pet bitch... his pet bitch .. a collared slave... his collared slave.. finally a complete slave. The entire feeling sent a shiver down her spine. And more than a tingle in her pussy. She could feel the wetness down there. She desperately wanted to rub her crotch and him to stick his cock in her wet pussy.. and quench her thirsty pussy. She waited in anticipation for this. And she felt a tug. She was being pulled up to stand. She was being readied to be used as a sex toy.