—Meeting her Master—

a tale of a young woman meeting the unexpected Master of her dreams.


part 1 —

Marilyn was a student at a local university and had long held her
secret fantasies within herself. Months before she’d discovered a
website where she could play out the life of her dreams a few hours
at a time in the campus computer lab.

She often chose a corner table so others would not see over her
shoulder. Only 20 at first, Marilyn still had the sweet baby face of
a teenager which she sometimes saw as a curse. She dreaded the day
she turned 21 and would be asked for ID and likely chased out of a bar
or liquor store.

It was online that she met Master L. Master L seemed to be such a kind
man, intelligent and well spoken. He informed her that he was older
than she was, but Marilyn saw no reason to let this bother her. Their
online games often left her wet and dying for release in her apartment
afterwards. One day, Master L told her to go to a shop and purchase
toys for her release. Marilyn was embarassed, but motivated by Master
L and did as he suggested. She purchased several things, an 8 inch
vibrator with a realistic shape, a 4 inch anal plug, and a lovely little
device that would suction onto her clit and vibrate at different speeds
with the click of a button.

Using these, she would often picture what she imagined Master L looked
like, dreaming that she was bound by him while he used these things on
her body.

Her shame tho was that she was no where near as beautiful as the woman
she used for her avatar in the online chat room. She was short and a
little plump. She wore glasses to read and thought that her hair, while
a lovely shade of reddish brown and naturally wavy, was atrocious.
Master L used only a picture of a mask and wrist shackles.

When he had asked for a real picture, she had been too shy to send him
one and politely said no. He had kindly responded that he understood
and that until he saw the real her, she would not see the real him.

Time passed and Marilyn found that the idea of normal sex just no longer
appealed to her. She could barely get herself off anymore she longed
to be bound for real so much. So when Master L asked to meet her in
person in a private club, Marilyn was scared, but eagerly replied that
she would.

Master L was delighted, soon he would see the girl he had been
cultivating for months. He sent her detailed instructions on how to
reach the club and warned her that it was unlike anywhere she’d ever
been before. Master L also instructed her on what to wear. Marilyn
was a little embarassed but secretly thrilled when he instructed her to
dress as a schoolgirl when she came to the club.

“This way I will know you right away and not have to guess.”

“But Master L, how will i know you?” Marilyn asked.

“You will know when I tell you what color panties you are wearing.” he
replied. “When you arrive, look around the place. Mind your manners,
address everyone as Sir or Ma’am. When you are ready to meet Me, go to
the bar and order a Shirley Temple. Others might order it, but you’ll
likely be the only schoolgirl there who orders it that night.”

Marilyn agreed and began counting the days until Saturday night when
she would finally meet the Master of her dreams…


Part 2—–

Master L, whose real name was Leonard, felt antsy. He was 32 years old
and wondered if this 21 year old student was real at all. He hoped so
and too began counting the days until she would come to the club.

Friday night, he sent her a message to make sure she was going to come.
She replied of course, that she couldn’t wait and he felt a sense of
quiet triumph. The sad thing is that he would be working. Leonard
called a co-worker and made arrangements. His fellow bartender, a lovely
older woman named Margaret readily agreed to take up the slack on
Saturday night in order for him to meet and hopefully acquire his first
real pet.

Saturday afternoon approached and Leonard found himself feeling anxious.
He dressed his best, in dark cargo pants, he did love the pockets for
all the things he might need. A clean white t-shirt that framed his
chest and shoulders well, the awkward bookworm’s slight beer belly was
covered with a black bowling style shirt with flames coming up from the
hem and an image of his favorite pin up model Bettie Page on the back
in a leopard print bathing suit. He carefully groomed his mustache
and goatee into shape and shaved every other trace of hair from his face.

He had to wear glasses for his vision was poor without them and the
thin black frames he worried made him look old. Not to mention the few
gray hairs he was starting to get in his goatee and at his temples.

He arrived at the club before it opened and cleared his throat when he
saw Margaret. Margaret beamed from ear to ear when she saw him,

“Oh Leonard, you look so handsome!” she said and gave him a brief hug.

“Margaret,..c’mon. Don’t lie.” He narrowed his cool icy blue eyes at
her from behind his glasses.

Margaret touched his hair lightly, she stool a cool 5′ 11″ over his own
5′ 8″. “You look fine, and I know you Leo. I’ve seen you with the pets
here, they trust you and admire you. I’m sure this girl will find
herself very lucky.”

Leonard rolled his eyes and shook his head, “this is going to be a disaster.”

Margaret slapped him and frowned, she was a Domme from the old days
and didn’t take such things for answers, “Leo, dammit, if you’re going
to chicken out, I will see to it that you are bound in the dungeon next
week and let all the bitchy Dommes take their turns whipping the shit
out of you.”

Leonard frowned at her, he knew she meant business. “I won’t chicken
out.”

Margaret looked down at him and raised an eyebrow, “You’ve been playing
Dom on that site for 2 years now, and finally hook a fish that’s close
enough to you to actually meet. I won’t let you blow it.”

Leonard managed a smile, true, he’d learned how to Dominate women here
and online. He was trusted here and was often allowed to play with other
Master’s pets from time to time. They usually enjoyed his attentions,
surely if this girl was truly ripe and ready, she would too.

“You’re right Margaret. I’ll be fine. When she comes tho, I want you to
take care of her if you’re not busy. Oh and ask her to wear this..” He hands
Margaret a simple blind fold. “Then tell her someone will escort her
to a private room where she will meet Master L.”

Margaret tucked the blindfold in her apron and smiled. “As you wish,
Master L. Now let’s get ready for the doors to open.”

part 3——————————

Marilyn dressed in a short plaid school girl style skirt with knee high
white socks and black flat Mary Jane shoes. She styled her hair up into two
thick ponytails, her freshly washed hair began to dry into thick doll
like curls with the help of a smooth in conditioner. She had taken the
time to shave everywhere. And slipped on a pair of lavender panties
that would match the lavender bra she had purchased. A button down
white shirt with a sharp collar wasn’t quite thick enough to cover the
color of the undergarment, it made a dark silhouette under the shirt.
She added a prim soft gray sweater to cover up a little more.

She looked at herself in the mirror and for a moment thought how
utterly silly she looked, her soft tummy and too large ass looked horrible
in the outfit, but with a sigh she made herself smile. This was
what he wanted her to wear,..and he’d said once that he disliked skinny
women. Marilyn hoped that her curves would not be too much for him tho.

She hurried to her car in the parking garage, trying not to be seen by
her neighbors in this outfit. She made it to her car and slipped her
glasses on, checking her makeup in the mirror she let out a nervous
sigh and drove to the club with the directions Master L had given her.

She entered the club, as a first timer, the doorman offered her a ribbon
to loop around her wrist.

“It means its your first time here. You can wear it if you like, you
will be welcome here of course, the ribbon will only make it easy to see
at a glance that you are to be treated with care.”

Marilyn shook her head, “No thank you Sir.