Yes, Master

Chapter 2

She waited patiently for the taxi that was called for her. Her heart racing with anticipation, just wanting it to be over with. To be there, and let what will be, be. She stepped into the vehicle and called out the address and thought about the fact that she was in foreign territory here, not just in the literal sense, but also in presenting herself to a Master that none she knew, had met. All the precautions that could be taken, had been, but it honestly made no difference to her because he had her the first time they spoke. She reflected upon their many conversations during the ride to him. Thinking about the rules that he told her had been placed upon his women. She knew, she would be shared if it pleased him as his slaves were. They were his to do with as he pleased and she would relish in doing absolutely anything that pleased him.

Suddenly, the tax drivers voice interrupted her thoughts and she realized that she was there. She could hardly keep her hands steady as she gave the driver the required money and stepped out of the vehicle and looked to the door. She had no thoughts about turning around, but she could hardly breath. Her chest heaving, she picked up her bags and walked to the door, to her dream. Her heart was in her throat and the sound of it was crashing in her ears. She closed her pale green eyes, shook her right hand loose and then, knocked.

A beautiful woman opened the door, one of his women, one of his slaves. A faint hello was the only thing she could get out before her voice failed her. His slave just grinned, and ancilla smiled and laughed a little, thankful for something to make her smile. She stepped into the home and followed ariel, his slave, to the living room where she was told to put her bags down and kneel in nadu. Her bags having been set aside, she pulled up on her dress so she could kneel properly, well over her thighs. Lowering slowly, she got down on her knees and spread her supple thighs wide as her back straightened and she tilted her chin slightly up. She placed her hands about mid thighs, loose and palms down. She thought for a moment about them being down and shook her head thinking to herself that she would not change the natural reaction. She had always thought they would naturally fall palms up to him, a silent plea to be used sexually. Immediately, however, she knew it was because it -was- their first meeting and it wouldn\'t really be believable for her to \'know\' for sure that they would actually like one another. She took a deep breath, and waited.

It only took a moment before she heard his voice. He verified her bags and told ariel to take any clothes she brought out of them. Ancilla\'s heart was racing in her chest. She pulled her shoulders back to thrust her black silkened covered breast out as far as she could. Her eyes fluttered closed a moment as she heard the shuffling of feet move behind her. Feeling the heat from his skin, she swore she felt herself wetten between her legs. She felt a tight fist grip her hair as her head was pulled back so that she might see him upside down. Their eyes locked for a moment before she could no longer bare it and they fluttered closed again. She had always been a sucker for the grip of a man\'s hand in her hair and apparently, feeling his, was exhilarating. He uttered two words before releasing the grip in her hair to step before her and sit, “Well done”.

She barely noticed the words as her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. She had dreamed of this, of kneeling before him and prayed beyond words that she would be found pleasing. With a soft voice she said, “yes, Master, thank you”. He had sat before her and he was even more handsome than the pictures she had seen. He was young, tall, trim yet muscular, a shaved head, tan from the beach, and sparse hairs rested near his navel and between his breastbone. She bit her bottom lip as a smile reached her lips, shortly followed by the tint of red touching her cheeks in a blush. She wanted to touch his chest so much, to feel that he was real, but she dare not until she could read his mood.

He looked towards ariel and said, “The green one”. Ancilla knew instantly that meant she would be changing into one of her silks, but she waited for confirmation. He then turned his attention to her and tipped his head as his hazel eyes scanned over her. “Ancilla, go ahead and change, but know that the dress you chose, pleased me”. A genuine smile pushed across her face as she placed her palms on the floor before her and pushed herself up, she looked upon him and said, “Thank you, Master”. She turned and spotted ariel holding the dark hunter green silk that she had brought. She smiled and nodded as ariel held it out to her and ancilla thanked her. She noticed that ariel was standing in the doorway leading to other rooms and quietly whispered to ariel in a shaking voice, “Do I change here”? Ariel just grinned at her and said, “I think it would be best to get used to it, but if you are unsure, then you need to ask Master”.

She gulped for a moment and held her head high, “I\'ve done this a ton of times” she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she set the silk down and begun to take the dress off, pulling it up over her head. She knew he would be looking at her ass, so she slowed the pace, trying to remember that she is to be pleasing. Ariel held out her hand to take the dress and ancilla complied before she bent down to pick up the silk. Grabbing a corner of the rectangular material, it opened as she began to to find the other end to wrap herself in it. “Turn around, ancilla”, she heard. She bit down on her lip and turned around slowly. “A slave is not to be shy, you know this; if you need reminding, I can take away the privilege of wearing anything”, he said.

“Yes, Master, I will do better”, she said. She lowered the silk in her hands so it draped around the back of her under her ass and looked to him, not knowing what she should do, put it on, or not. His eyes raked over her and she felt herself shiver as he moved up from her pedicured toes, up to her toned calves and supple thighs, she condemned her body briefly for the small belly she had. No amount of exercises she had done had taken it completely away, but she was still a nice looking curvaceous woman. She had thought herself beautiful many times. His eyes continued their quest to her waistline and up to her breast and then finally to her pale shoulders. His eyes lingered a moment upon her neck before hazel eyes met her green ones. She stood there, unmoving to show that she would indeed do better. He grinned and chuckled before nodding and telling her to “Go ahead and put the silk on and then to my boots, ancilla”.

She stretched her arms out with the material in her grip, crossing the ends and then pulling them till it was snug right above her breast. Then crossing them again to create the knot and smoothed it out so that it lay nicely. Slave silks were incredibly comfortable to wear, while leaving the slave completely open to the Master. She moved quickly to him, and kneeled before him again. The opening of the silk between her legs, just barely visible as it laid around her in a pool of material. She placed her palms down and again, waited. “Relax on your hip”, he said. She moved to rest on the left side of hip, her right leg bent and to the side, while her left was bent in front, but out so as not to hide anything from him. She dared to lean forward and brushed her soft pink lips on his right knee. She had done that many times in pm and hoped that it would be pleasing to him. He leaned forward, towering over her and fisted her wavy red and golden honey locks in his hand, tilting her head up to look at him. In his deep voice he said, “Now what should I do with you”?