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Come to My Special...Ch. 1

Come to My Special Hideaway With Me Ch. 1

I spot you immediately as you exit the automatic doors of the regional airport onto pick up zone of the arrival level. You are wearing exactly what you told me you would be but more importantly, it is your manner that identifies you instantly. You move like you own the world and you have the persona of someone who gets his own way. I watch you turn your head both ways trying to see where I am; your big, green backpack slung casually over your left shoulder. 'That has to be you. Oh, my gawd, will you like me?' I muse. I know; I am way out of my element yet I have been inexplicitly drawn to this point, to this airport by the strange pull you exert over me. I cannot understand what you do to me but you do it nonetheless. I am not thinking; I am just reacting to your instructions. I am lightheaded. I bet I am hyperventilating and I tell myself to 'breath long, slow breaths Misty, you can't be passed out, slumped over the steering wheel when Master opens that door'.

It has taken you some real planning finagling to be here, but it is what you wanted, no, what we both desired. Our relationship had to go to the next step. I sit there, just watching, suddenly shy, frozen in the driver's seat of my car watching you in the rear view mirror. A part of me wants jump out and wave, bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl; yet I sit frozen. You have the make and color of my car and even the license number, so you will find me, I hope. Fate has brought us to this point; fate will bring you to my car, if it is to happen. My heart is bounding, my hands have become unusually clammy, slippery on the wheel. As if in slow motion, I pull the visor down and for the umpteenth time in the fifteen minutes I have been waiting here, I recheck my make-up. I adjust the vanity mirror a little and I watch your face light up as you recognize my car and purposely stride towards me. 'Why am I so nervous and you are so calm. This is my fate; it is what I want.'

*****

I have come here today to meet a man I have never met before and yet I feel I have known forever. It is strange to say that someone you have never met and in fact have no idea what he looks like can have carnal knowledge of you, but that is the case. He knows me in ways that no other partner has ever known me. He discovered my latent need for submissiveness, a need so while hidden I did not even know it was there until he unlocked it. He freed me from my hell, a hell of dissatisfaction with my sexual life. I was always left wanting, unfilled.

We met on an innocuous chat site; mind you it was an adult only site but the anonymity that came with the Internet let me explore my needs in the dark of the night. One night, shortly after I discovered the chat line he, Master D came and chatted with me; he asked if I would like to role-play. I said "Why yes, that sounds like fun." To myself I said, 'After all I can always disconnect and be gone.' I felt safe behind the anonymity or should I say the supposed anonymity.

In private, he asked what I liked and feeling brave I said "Your choice." He laid out a scene that started out leaving no doubt about the fact that he was in charge. I hesitated, should I follow, could I go there, 'Why not, it is only make believe!' I followed. By the end of the scene some two hours later, I realized what had been missing in my sexual life. I still didn't have a label for it. But sitting in front of a computer screen in the darkness of my room, I had had a number of memorable orgasms. Me, the frigid queen, had cum and cum and relished in everything he did, I could feel his touch, touching me in ways that I would have laughed at before. Who would have imagined that I would allow, let alone like someone restraining me and taking a whip to me? I certainly couldn't imagine myself allowing anyone to insert a huge dilido in pussy? I didn't even own one. I had never even thought of my orifice as my pussy or cunt; when I did label it to myself it was my vagina. The first time he called it, a cunt, I was stunned, I hesitated, then shrugged and said to myself 'in for a penny in for a pound, it is only a game, a strange game like an interactive book, 'try it, you'll like it'

Afterward, as we came back to just chatting, he asked, "So how long have he been submissive?"

"Who me? Submissive, I think not, this was only a story, make believe."

His answer took me by surprise "No, I know you are submissive, no one could do those things, play a role like you did unless you really were submissive. You see the average person would have run from my dominance. You are left sitting there at your keyboard starring at the screen wondering how you can get more. How can I feel this for real, aren't you, Misty? If you are truthful with yourself, you know I am right. Don't answer me, go away and think about. Stay away if you can. But when you are ready, I will be here. Good night, Misty." And he was gone. 'No such Nick.'

I went to bed that night and could think of nothing else, except the place this stranger had taken me to, a place, certainly only in my mind. But the response from my body had been explosive. Even lying in bed I could feel the restraints he had imposed on me. They were still on me, as I climaxed again in the moments before sleep overtook my conscious mind. My dreams were filled with dilidos and whips, my groans of pain and subsequent moans as the pain turned to pleasure. I awoke refreshed and rested, but excited.

Even before cleaning my teeth I went back to my computer to the chat line to see if he had been real. He was waiting for me that Sunday morning, I had no more than signed on than I saw his name. I watched for a few minutes wondering if he would call for me. He didn't. Finally with shaking fingers, I typed his name, I reviewed it before pushing Enter and realized that my fingers cannot type when they are shaking. I laughed to myself at the 'nsdtrt F'. What would he have thought if I had pushed the key? What are those typos telling me? Maybe I should go away. I did.

I left and went and showered and cleaned my teeth, but still drying myself I am back, my hair still wet and just a robe thrown over my damp body. I reconnect. He is still there. He doesn't acknowledge my presence. I watch fascinated with the dialogues on the screen. They are pulling me in. He is there in the public room but not contributing, or was he in private already maybe he will not notice me anyway. This time I watch my fingers on the keys as I punch in 'Hi Master D', taking a big breath and holding it, I push Enter. Instantly it is there for everyone to see that I, Misty, am saying hello to a Master. Do other people know the significance of the nick or are they as naïve as I was just last night? Too late to worry, it is out there irretrievable. I sit holding my breath. Am I afraid he will acknowledge me or not acknowledge me?

"Hello Misty, come private." Pops up on the screen. Publicly he is telling the world, this chat world, that he wants me. If they know his nick, they know what is about to happen to me. As if in a whisper, I key "ok" and hit Enter and double click his name. He is there waiting for me. He quickly lays out for me what he expects of me if I am to play with him. How I will address him? How I will come to him? He tells me that I will be his and his alone. He calls me his slave, his slut that shocks me but strangely it excites me. He tells me that I will be his pleasure slave and he bets that I cannot get enough of his special love. He will not play with me until I go away and think about, though I beg. Master D reminds me that he is Dom and he will play when he wants, he tells me to come back in an hour. I say "ok" and he fires back

"OK, what bitch?" I sit starring at the screen perplexed. What does he mean? What does he want me to say? "You will always address me as Master D and not say just OK. You will say OK, Master or OK, Sir." I don't answer and he says, "Answer properly or leave for ever, you slut."

"Oh, OK Master D, please don't send me away, please." I am stunned at the terror I feel that he may send me away or not answer me. Strange!

Six months later, I am so linked with my Master and want him so badly that I have agreed to meet him in person, today.

*****

Again my movements seem in slow motion, labored, as I lean over, and push open the door. Your face breaks into the biggest smile as you lean your tall frame down and look in at me for the first time. I open my mouth to speak, but the volume control must be broken, for I just whisper, "Welcome, Master D." and even at that the 'D' is said almost breathlessly. 'What is wrong with you girl, get a grip.' I scold myself. 'This is what you want, now show him you are glad to see him.' I smile, eyes not quite meeting yours and finally in a somewhat normal voice get out a "Hi." You are busying yourself, getting your backpack off and digging your sunglasses out of its front pouch. You still haven't said a word.

"Open the trunk." You quietly order. It wasn't just a statement nor was there any please attached to it; you were setting the stage; taking the lead. You sound exactly like what you did on the telephone. I feel my face flush, I have never done anything like this before and now the moment of truth is here. Your voice over the phone has taken me to places I never imagined myself going, let alone enjoying, enjoying no needing what you do to me; it has brought us here, today. I reach up, take my keys and push the trunk button; the release sounds so loud. My body is amplifying every sensation. You step back and toss your backpack in from the side in on top of mine and your big hand pushes the lid shut. With a quick side step, you are back at the door sliding in, the speed with which you do it leaves me wondering if you did it because you think I may just have put the car in gear and driven away. 'Yes on one level that is exactly what I wanted to do, but I don't.