Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house.
Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had become my master. Now, I was here to meet him. He had requested that, upon seeing him the first time, I be wearing nothing but a long jacket. Underneath it, I was completely bare. I felt my nipples harden, rubbing against the smooth fabric inside the jacket.
The house was unremarkable; a wooden house painted a nice blue with two windows in the front. It was not overly large or small, but seemed to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood perfectly. My thighs were wet with my juices because I could not rid myself of the excitement I was feeling.
Climbing carefully out of my car, so as not to give any neighbors an accidental flash, I closed the door and locked it behind me. The walk up to the door was only about five steps but it felt like miles to me. I could not wait to reach that step. My breasts bounced gently as I reached the door and pressed the bell with shaky hands.
A man opened the door and at the sight of him, my pulse quickened. He was not overly attractive, and he was much older than me, however it was not his image that appealed to me but the knowledge of what he could do to me. With a friendly smile, he took my hand and pulled me inside. The moment I was inside the door, he let go of my hand, and turned to stare meaningfully at me. I knew what he wanted. The coat slid from my arms and dropped to the floor.
Raising my hands to meet behind my head, and pushing my left foot out, I assumed the position in which I had taken so many pictures for him. Inspection seemed to be one of his favorite positions for me. It allowed him to see my body perfectly. 36C breasts dangling flawlessly from my chest, I felt my cunt begin to drip. He circled me, being very careful not to touch me the first time around. I felt his eyes roaming up and down my perfect, eighteen-year-old body, and I loved it. I did not feel nervous because he had already seen my naked body from plenty of angles. Then, he bent to a table next to the door, and picked something up. At first I didn?t know what it was, but then I felt the rubber butt plug being inserted into my still very tight anus. A small moan escaped my lips, which caused him to glance up and smile.
“Very nice, I am glad to see you, dear,” he greeted me.
Immediately, I responded, “I am glad to see you as well, sir.”
With a small gesture, he allowed me to get out of inspection position, and motioned for me to follow him. The hallway leading from the front room had three doors. The first was a bathroom, the second clearly his bedroom, and the third a guest room that he had transformed. The bed had a head- and footboard with two thick ropes attached to both. On a table next to the bed laid the largest array of bondage materials I had ever seen in my short experience. An incredibly long rope drew my attention first. It looked smooth, but very thick. Next to it sat a shorter, but still rather long rope with knots tied every inch or so. Occupying the rest of the table were handcuffs, chains, gags, leather cuffs, and every kind of dildo, vibrator and toy I could imagine. Automatically, I felt my cunt tighten, and my ass tightened around the butt plug. It was a little larger than I was used to, but he knew that. He wanted it to be bigger because he knew I would feel it more.
As we entered the room, he turned, locked the door behind us, and then motioned for me to stand in front of him.
“Inspection,” he uttered simply, and my body immediately complied. Now, in the safety of this locked room, he took the time to inspect my body more thoroughly. His rough hands roamed all over my breasts first, tugging gently at the nipples, and twisting them around 180 degrees. When a sound of pleasure escaped my lips, he glanced up, looking confused.
“Ah, right” he mumbled, seemingly to himself.
Leaving me standing in my position, he strode over to the table and picked something up. When he returned, I felt something shoved into my mouth and a strap being buckled behind my head. It was a ball gag, which I had never used before. My lips closed around it, and I felt my tongue automatically testing the thing that had been inserted into my mouth. It forced my mouth open at an awkward angle, and I could already feel the muscles cramping. Yet it served its purpose because when he went back to kneading my breasts between his fingertips, nothing but a soft sound escaped the gag.
After a bit more tweaking and pulling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be nipple clamps. My breathing sped up, and my heart began to race. I had never used nipple clamps before, only clothespins which I was sure were much more gentle. I started to lift my arms to protest, but a sharp slap against my breasts stopped me. I was not to move from Inspection until instructed to do so.
With a snap, he attached a clamp to my right nipple. Immediately, I felt the pain emanating from that sensitive area of my body. But, as with the clothespins, it was a pain that I rather enjoyed. When he snapped the second one on, I didn?t even flinch. Now, with these devices attached securely to my body, he glanced up and smiled at me. I watched him, unable to smile with the gag in my mouth. Slowly, he reached up and flicked first the left clamp and then the right. Each time, a small squeak escaped the gag. Goosebumps, from anticipation, pain and pleasure, covered my body.
Once again leaving me, my master walked away and then returned with the long rope. I felt it being wrapped around my neck once, and then being pulled against the skin of my breasts.