Part one
It had only been a few days since Claire had entered a how new chapter in her life. Had only been a few days since her world had turned upside down. Had changed forever. She'd seen herself submit to another person. She'd allowed herself to be controlled and dominated for the first time ever. She had for the want of a better description given up a large part of her indepence. And yet it had been a strange and exciting experience. For she had fought against confusion in her mind. Had battled with her own body to get the pleasure she yearned for. She had given herself to man for the first time since her divorce.
To Claire it had started as a way to live out a fantasy. To fore-fill a dream that she'd held for many years. But it had become more much more. It was meant to be a one off experience. And yet she'd willingly agreed it had to continue. It simply it wasn't to stop. It might only have been a few days since she surrendered herself to his every wish and desire. But it was also only a few days since the best sensual, sexual experience of her life. He had listened to her, he had felt her longing. He had in fact surpassed even her deepest, darkest dreams and fantasies.
She'd found herself being swept along on the wave of emotion. The wave of torment. The wave of excitement. The wave of satisfaction. Never before had Claire believed she'd call any man master. And yet she had. She was. She'd surprised even herself when. Having it has only just begun. Had only just started to do his bidding. Those words escaped from her mind and mouth. Finally at the age of 42 the sexy milf felt herself reach a new level of calmness. Had seen what contentment and happiness could be coursed by her submission. There was a strange serenity and peace within her mind, body and soul. A faith in others once more. Or at least a faith in the man she was calling master. She believed in him. In his actions. In his words.
Claire want stupid. Was anything but silly. Wasn't naive. Yet those events had changed her view on life. On sexuality. On everything. Of course her drive and determination had provided well for herself and her daughter. A daughter she was so incredibly proud of. But she knew that finally she'd discovered something very, very special. That she'd found the right man. Had discovered the perfect man. Had opened up to the greatest of man. Who from there on in would dominate her. Would control her. Would she guessed own her. And yet as she'd sat on the sofa. All be it dressed and restrained as he'd ordered. As she'd lain in bed wearing only the littlest of clothing with wrists cuffed and ankles shackled. Claire was ready to be his slave.
Of course she'd allowed herself to be sexually tormented, teased and even delightfully tortured. She'd willingly rendered herself helpless, silent and blindfolded. All at the demand of a virtual strange. But as she'd sat there. As she'd lain there. Still following his orders Claire knew she was doing the right thing. Claire was feeling content. For she had seen for herself that the man she called master. The man she was proud to call master. Was a man of his word. That he did indeed have principles. Principles that could be accepted and trusted. He was honest and open. And yet was domineering and controlling.
Claire had done much more than just see it of course. For she'd felt it. She'd experienced it. Right from the start. Right from the very moment she'd regained her senses and self control. Right from the moment she'd woken from her sexual exhaustion. Her sexual gratification. Her multiple orgasms. For she may well have found herself naked beside him. May well have been relieved of all restraints. And even her swinsuit but he'd simply been beside her on the bed. He'd kept his word. He'd not attempted to become intimate. He didn't. Even when she looked up and smiled. Even when she rolled over and drapped her arm over his strong confident body. He didn't. Even when she cuddled, snuggled and squeezed him tightly. He'd reframed himself. He'd controlled himself. He'd respected her. He'd kept his word. And that had meant so much to her.
Oh yes he'd leaned over and they'd shared a passionate kiss. A kiss Claire had found herself longing for. Of course he'd responded to her cuddling. Her snuggling. Her squeezing him tightly. Naturally he'd responded. He'd delighted her by running his finger tips up her toned thighs. Sending a renewed tingling sensation through her body. He's caressed and squeezed her firm pert arse. Only making her picture another dream. A dream that saw him yank her over his knee. Saw him tell her she was a dirty bitch. Saw him spank her hard and long. But of course he hadn't. Yet somehow Claire honestly believed that time would come. And boy would she enjoy it.
It hadn't stopped there. For she partially purred when his finger ran up her spine. She felt a sudden shiver hit her hard. She felt herself melt into him. Claire knew it was all what she wanted. She had found herself waiting for his next command. Found herself longing to please him. Found herself longing to feel the exstasy of his control. She had purred like a kitten when he'd smiled at her. Had purred and moaned at his every touch. Hand hung ever word he'd whispered in her ear.
Oh yes Claire had been powerless as he'd delighted her by running his hands up and down her toned tanned legs. Had succumbed to his power when he'd caressed her bare vulnerable arse. She'd trembled uncontrollably as he'd traced a finger up her spine and sent a wave of ecstasy through her sexual content body. Of course she'd purred like a kitten when he'd smiled at her. Had buckled to his every wish when he'd whispered sweet words of love and kindness in her ear. To be told after so long she was gorgeous. That she was sexy. That she was beautiful. Had felt so good.
But she had to admit even those words hadn't meant as much as those of his dominance. Of his control. She'd loved how he'd told her she was dirty. Naughty. Slutty. And even a whore. All while remaining kind and caring. All while becoming more dominate and controlling. Just as she wanted. Claire could feel. Could sense how respectful of her he was. Could tell that being his slave girl. His naughty slut. His willing whore. Would see her being protected. Being safe. Being cared for. And once more she loved that.
And yet with all that said. All that pleasure in her mind. All that lust and desire. Try as she might. In those first few days Claire couldn't remember how long she'd laid there beside him. How long she'd pressed, snuggled and squeezed her naked body against his. While for his part he'd been so tender and kind. While he had allowed her to see her inner self. She couldn't remembered how long they'd stayed like that. Stayed together even after she was free of her bonds. Free to call an end to it all. How long she'd been free of those very thoughts and doubts. Hell she couldn't even remember when he'd finally risen. When with a couple of quick actions he'd locked away all her clothing. Locked them away so securely. It was as if he wished to emphases how she'd given herself to him. As if he was ensuring she understood. Wanted to be convinced she was happy with her decision.
She had no recollection of when he'd picked out the pair of pink satin panties she would wear. Nor about the time he took out the pink shear babydoll nightie she'd find herself in. The only sexy nightie she owned. She simply couldn't recall when he'd taken the coded bicycle chain. A chain that had denied all access to her bedroom draws. When he'd slipped the small padlocked chain through the handles of her wardrobe. Or even when rather embarrassingly he'd even locked away her dirty washing. Yet even days later. Even after so many other things had happened she could remember the pleasure she'd felt while dressing for him.
She could remember how she'd enjoyed letting a man watch her dress to please him for the first time in so many years. She could remember how she slipped the soft pink satin panties up her toned legs. How she'd playfully wiggled her firm pert arse as she pulled them on. She'd delighted as she ran her hands over the soft material as she made sure they fit perfectly. Not a crease in sight. She could remember facing him as the shear babydoll fell over her head and body. How she'd smiled as the soft nylon had cupped her ample breasts and nipples still hard from the hours of torment and arousal.
But best of all as she sat on her sofa. Or laid in her bed after another day waiting for. Long for. Wishing for his contact. His arrival. Claire could remember how much he'd smiled as she put on her impromptued show. How he'd stood up and walked over to her. The way he'd pulled her close and shared another passionate kiss. While whispering in her ear. Telling her what she was to do next. Telling her she was to order a pizza for her dinner. She was to answer the door. And yes she was to be wearing just her panties and babydoll. Of course she would send a photo to show the pizza box. A photo to show her obedience.
Claire had been a little shocked. Had been a little nervous. The thought of exposing herself to a stranger like that. It was humiliating. It was wrong. Her mind screamed at her, "don't even think about it." And yet it also told her how sexy she was. How he was making her show the beauty. How he was making her feel aroused and naughty. Of course she'd obeyed. Of course the delivery guy had coped an eyeful of her amazing body. Of course she'd blushed. But most of all she'd felt so hot and aroused. Felt so dominated and controlled. Felt so wanted and longed for.
They were the memories that mattered to Claire the most. Thoughts of a wonderful time. Thoughts of how she'd obeyed even the most humiliating of orders. How she'd sent the pizza guy away with a smile on his face and a story to tell. But just thinking about it told the sexy milf recall how incredible that day had been. Yet it hadn't ended there. For there'd been more. She'd stopped by flaunting her sexy body. She hadnt stopped by eating her pizza. For the man she called master had wanted more. Had wanted her to shackle her ankles once more. Had wanted her to cuff her wrists again. All be it in front this time. Had expected her to sleep like that.
And of Claire had. All she'd been able to think about was pleasing him. Was being ready and practically helpless when he arrived the next. All she could think about the next day was the way the cold steel of the cuffs had held her wrists closely. How the cold steel of the ankle shackles had pinched her skin. How the chain had rattled as she moved around. How wonderful it had felt being so controlled even as she slept. The way it had kept her waiting. Kept her wanting her masters arrival. It had been thrilling. It had been naughty. It had been wonderful.
Every detail of the first day was burned into Claire's mind. Every detail of what had followed when she saw her master. When she heard from her master. When she obeyed her master was as vivid as the minute it happened. While to many some of those memories would be insignificant. To Claire they had become her world. She'd loved how having risen early she waited for his arrive. Waited in the hallway. On her knees no less.
Not that she knew why she'd knelt. She just had. Just like she'd delighted when the door opened and he'd smiled his approval. Just like she'd melted into his arms as he held her tightly. Just like she'd responded in kind as he kissed her passionately. Just like she'd followed him around like an obedient puppy.
So yes I guess you could safely say Claire could remember how it made her feel. How she had loved letting her master watch as she dressed. How he'd walked over and held her tight. How he'd kissed her passionately once more. How he'd told her she was a sexy slave. A naughty girl. A little minx. She could remember how the eyes of the young delivery boy had burnt a hole in her body exposed as it was. For she had felt wanted by her master. Had felt humiliated. Had felt sexy. Had felt strangely aroused. God he was good at knowing how to make her feel dominated. How to make her feel wanted. How to make her feel controlled.
Those were the memories that stayed with the sexy 42 year old. Those were the memories that she remembered so vividly. Along with the memories that relived every second of her first time. The way she'd stripped for him. How it had made her feel. The way she had begun her own sexual torment using the bullet. How that had coursed the most amazing feelings ever. The way she'd picked up her own panties and cramed them in her mouth. How that had left her feeling a wonderful kind on humiliation. The way she'd slowly restrained herself. How she'd love the feeling it course. And best of all how her master had come into her life and turned her into his willing, wanting slutty slave.
Oh so many times Claire had found her mind wandering back to all the events of that first day. Oh so many times she'd felt her body become aroused. Oh so many times she'd wanted to rush off to the bedroom to pleasure herself. Yet for one reason or another she hadn't. A couple of times she'd been with a rather boring client. A couple of times she'd managed to control herself. But for the most part it was because her master had the perfect timing. Her master seemed to know when she was about to be a naughty slave. Seemed to know when she needed his attention. Seemed to know how much she missed him.
She found herself waiting and longing for his special ringtone. Had found herself waiting for that unique pinging of his texts. Had found herself waiting for the turn of his key in the door. Had found herself longing to see the door open. To feel his loving embrace. Hear his voice. To hear what he wanted of her next. Had found herself longing to do his every wish. Had found he could make every minute of her day special. From being with clients. To doing the housework. From watching the tele alone on a night. Even when sleeping.
Every morning since that first day had seen her rise early. Had see her freshen up the best she could while cuffed and ankle shackled. Had seen her rush downstairs. Had seen her knee in the hallway. Had seen her make sure the first sight her master saw was his restrained scantly clad slave awaiting him. She loved how it made her feel. How it would increase her longing. How it would make her so anxious. How it would leave her feeling so wanted.
The first morning she had been there in the pink panties and shear babydoll nightie. Her ankles shackled and wrists cuffed in front. That had delighted the pizza guy so much. But by the second morning they'd been replaced. Replaced by only a skimpy white lace thong. Yet of course her ankles had remained shackled. Her wrists had remained cuffed in front. By the third day. Well let's just say she'd been completely naked. Her ankles once more had been shackled. But no longer had she felt the ability to use her wrists as they'd made their was behind her back.
Claire knew it was all about the control. About the domination. About slowly introducing her to the world she'd agreed to enter. But she loved how it felt. How she felt. How her master reacted. She loved how he would greet her with a smile. How he would tell her how good a slave she was. How he would tell her how beautiful and sexy she was. Loved the way he always walked up to her. Held her close. Kissed her passionately. Caressed her tenderly. Everything made her mornings feel perfect. Made them feel special. Made her feel controlled. Dominated. Wanted. Humiliated. Loved. And of course arroused.
And she really would have told anyone that asked it meant everything to her. From the way he held her and touched her. From the way he would lead her back upstairs before releasing her. To the way hed'd listen to her plans for the day and dressed her accordingly. From the respectful. Tasteful business attire of that second day. Which had seen her visit clients in a short tight black skirt and matching tailored jacket. Black seamed pantyhose. A blue lace thong and matching bra. With a blue blouse.
To her attire for the third day. Home alone. House work day. And oh what a difference that had been. To be sent to shower after the morning greeting. To be sent to shower after the morning cuddle. Passionate kiss and walk upstairs. To return to her bedroom to see only her cuffs. Her ankle shackles. And her black toeless heals. Her 6" stiletto toeless black heals.
It had been a sight that shocked Claire. It was a sight that filled the sexy milf with nervous excitement. It was a sight that had thrilled the gorgeous 42 year old. But when her master had told her he wanted to picture his slutty slave in all her naked glory. Wanted to imagine is dirty girl dusting and vacuuming in all her naked beauty. Wanted to fantasy about his willing whore seeing, feeling and holding her clothes unable to wear them as she did the laundry. She had melted into his arms once more. She hadrushed to kiss him. She had gasped at his touch.
But he wasn't finished his little speech. Wasn't finished thrilling her. Wasn't finished explaining why she would be naked. For he had one more surprise. Had one more thrill. For his sexy slutty slave discovered she was also naked as her wardrobe was due a change. Was to due to be filled with new sexy clothing. Was due to be filled with new toys. New restraints. New gags. And a lot more besides. For the next day was shopping day. Was a very special shopping day. Was about changing everything. Was about to change her life forever.....
Well there wasn't many who said they'd like a follow up but here's part one anyway....yet again though pleased leave a comment. Tell me if you're enjoying this idea. If you're wanting it to continue
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