The Master Returns

The Master Returns

The Master had been away his work had taken him abroad and the Sub could not go with him her work as a school teacher with only a few years to go before retirement precluded that. They had corresponded regularly he had described to her exactly what he would do when they met up again.

She was waiting for him he would arrive shortly she had done as he asked dressed wearing her panty hose a skirt and a tight tee shirt her boots and nothing else. She had fasted for a day showered and washed her hair she wore no make up and wore no perfume.

She heard a taxi draw up looked out and saw him as he paid the cab fare. He looked tanned he carried a small overnight bag. He walked up to the front door and she heard him open the door, she waited as he had instructed standing in the dining room. Facing away from the door.

She heard him come in behind her his hand gripped her hair he pulled her head t one side and kissed her neck she felt his teeth graze her skin he turned her towards him he kissed her lips deeply his tongue probing her mouth then sucking her toungue into his his hands held her arms as his teeth gripped her tongue biting hard. She knew better that to resist he released her tongue she felt it bruised and the swelling begining. His hands gripped the bottom of her tee shirt he pulled the front up over her head sliding over her head and pulling it tight down her back trapping her arms tight just above her elbows. He gripped her chin lifting her head and looked at her face unmarked her eyes staring straight at him.

One hand gripped her breast she felt his fingers close his thumb diggin into her soft flesh she winced he squeezed harder his thump almost touching his finger tips through the soft flesh. She gasped it was almost too much the pain was arousing her nipple began to harden. He smiled, he slipped off his shirt and undid the buckle of his belt.