Her Very First Master

Kelly was a complicated girl. On the outside she was a nice, kind, smart and intelligent girl. She was a good college student who followed the rules. Yet on the inside was a rebel, someone who wanted to be bound, tamed, whipped, and pleasured. And most of all, she yearned for the one she loved (who currently was on hiatus at the moment, unable to commit 100% and not able to just be friends either, very frustrating).

Her interest in BDSM began a couple years ago. It started off of course with simple reading of stories. At first some things disgusted her, but as she got older she began to like other elements more and more. She was about 20 when she went looking for her first master. She wanted a handsome master; gentle enough to be loving, and dominant enough to restrain her and fuck her however he pleased. It was a tall order.

After joining a couple websites, attempting several dating sites, etc. she found him. His name was Isaac. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and brooding eyes. He was taller then her (she was on the taller side, so it was nice to find someone who was taller then her), and best of all he was an experienced master.

There first initial meeting was at a coffee shop nearby. Knowing how new she was to game, he gave her no instructions except to wear a shirt that showed off her cleavage, a skirt, and no panties. Kelly was flustered by the rules, but she followed them anyway. She arrived at the coffee shop looking very beautiful. Her short blonde hair framing her face, her borderline d sized breasts practically breaking out of her shirt aching to be teased, and a skirt that-unfortunately-was too long for her master’s liking.

She saw Isaac sitting at a coffee table near the back corner of the room. He smiled sensuously at her, and beckoned her over with his finger. She sat down across from him. “Good girl,” he murmured, “you came.”

“Yes Master” she responded looking down at the table. He chuckled.

“My my, so eager to call me that. You must be aching for a dom.” She nodded hastily, glancing quickly from side to side, hoping that none would notice her calling him master.

He looked at her curiously, “Do you like croissants?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“Good, I got one for you.” He slid over a puffy croissant.