Face to face at last

Face to face at last ( part one )
I awoke to the sound of my alarm, annoyed I hit the snooze button. I roll over to enjoy those precious nine minuets the snooze allows. In that early morning fog between sleep and awareness my mind begins to flow, beginning the mental check list of things to do that day. My eyes open, this is no ordinary day; I purr as I stretch, no not even close to ordinary, I’ve waited 10 years for this day! I turn off the alarm before it has a chance to make its annoying sound again. Smiling I climb out of bed and head for the bathroom, starting the bath with a nice tepid flow I add my favorite scent and head to the kitchen to start some much needed coffee.
My mind wanders, was it really ten years ago; a sly smile comes across my face as I remember our first chat online. It took all of two weeks a collar to be offered and two seconds for me to say yes. But the collaring (a soft sad smile forms) now that took two months of planning, they just don’t do those elaborate ceremonies anymore. I take my coffee to the bath with me, my mind remembering the removal of the collar; the years of friendship, lust and playing we have shared. No matter how long we went without talking (life had its way of taking over for both of us at time) we would always pick right back up where we left off.
Slipping into the tub, I close my eyes and let my mind flow over all those memories, sweet wonderful memories. How we know everything there is to know about one another, every dark sorted secrete, we knew them all. All the delightful things we have done together over the years, via phone, internet, and webcam (god bless those who invented these things). All these thoughts flowing through my head at once, trying to think of nothing else, or I might just go out of my mind.
How many times we talked about meeting, just coffee we use to say, we have to at least have a cup of coffee together in this life. Now today, I get to see you, after all these years, face to face. My hands begin to shake slightly, will it be just coffee, could it ever be just that between us after everything.
Standing at my dresser, giving myself that last inspection before walking out the door, I can’t help but wonder what the day will bring, what will our first words be, would we embrace, we would kiss, or would we be shy and just order coffee. Taking a deep breath I pick up my keys, it was time to leave; I had 30 minutes to make a 20 minute drive, the last thing I wanted to do was be late!!
I pulled into the restaurant and parked with two minutes to spare, damn traffic was making me a nervous wreck. My hand shaking so bad I had a hard time gathering my stuff together, taking a deep breath I opened the door and stepped out. Slowing I walked to the entrance, deep breath, hold it, release, repeat. The door is held open for me as I walk through, the hostess looks up and smiles. “May I help you?” Smiling back I reply “I’m either expecting someone, or he is here already expecting me”. “Ahh, this way please” She grins.
She guides me towards the corner of the restaurant. “Sir, your party is here” I hear her say. I stand there waiting for her to leave, finally getting a look at him once she is out of the way. He smiles, stands up and slowly walks around the table. Taking my hands in his, he pulls me close and hugs me, lightly kisses my cheek and whispers ” I am going to fuck you today my dear” Smiling his ever charming smile he helps me to my seat. I grin to him as he once again takes his seat.
“I wondered what your first words would be” I say. Laughing he replies “Well seeing how crazy you went the first time I said fuck to you in voice, I thought it was only fitting to say it in person.” Laughing I pick up the menu, hand still shaking some “Indeed Sir, it was, is and always will be fitting for you to say fuck with that deep sexy voice of yours” I almost whisper in a shy timid voice, one I know he loves. Still laughing he leans towards me “So my dear, shell we order, or just leave here now and go next door to my room?”
Looking up from my menu, grinning, I say “oh but Sir, you OWE me lunch!” He leans back in his chair with a smile, waves his hand over the table “Indeed I do, order away my dear.”
Lunch took over an hour, lots of small talk of kids and jobs and life, all without so much as a hint of sexual tension. We could always talk this way, ten years of phones and computers gave us a bond few people have ever experienced. After paying the bill he in is ever so gentlemanly way helped her from her seat, his arm around her waist as he lead her out the door. Still chatting away about life and children as they walked next door to his hotel, at the door to his room he stops and turns her to face him.
His lips inches from her, he pulls her in a kisses her deeply, a long passionate tongue dancing kiss, his arms pulling her body close to his he pulls away, running his fingers through her long blonde hair. “I’ve waited forever for that kiss.” He whispers. Looking into her eyes he says “This is the point of no return my dear, once I open there door, you’re not leaving.” Looking into his eyes, her voice softer then the lightest whisper “Open the door, please.” He complies.
He hangs the do not disturb sign and locks the door, he stands there, just looking at her. Her hands again begin to shake as she stands in the middle of the room watching him watch her. “You look beautiful “He says as he slowly walks to her. “Thanks you”
He rises an eyebrow “Thank you what?” she giggles “Thank you Sir” she lightly laughs. He moves even closer to her “Hmm you can call me Master and Sir for ten years on the phone, on the computer, letters, and emails, and you can’t do so in person?” He asks in a stern voice. She looks to the floor, takes a deep breath and looks back up at him. Again she laughs, this time a more nervous laughs “Of course not Sir, you know my feelings for you. You know my heart, mind, body and soul belong to you.” He lifts her chin with his hand “I think I will make you prove it.” Looking into his eyes she replies “anything, anytime, anywhere, anyhow for you Sir.” He kisses her forehead “good girl”.
He says as he walks across the room to the little table and chairs in the corner. He sits, and watches her standing in the middle of the room. He picks up a pack of cigarettes sitting on the table and lights one, slowly smoking it, not saying a word to her, just leaving her stand there wondering.
Seven minutes later as he puts the cigarette out he says “Kneel” she does. “Do you remember four years ago, after one of our little breaks, when you set up that little site for eyes only to post pictures on?” He asks. She looks up at him “yes Sir.” He nods “Do you remember what I told you on the phone that night, the first night you posted pictures for me?” Her mind was blank, four years ago; she had no clue what he was talking about. “No Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t recall.” Again he nodded. “Think about it for a few moments, it might come back to you. We had just finished a phone scene, and I told you something very important, I told you to remember it, for someday it might come back to haunt you.”
Her mind went into overdrive, four years ago she set up a site to send him nude pictures, a safe place for just the two of them, that she remembered well, but to remember the phone conversation, and they have had thousands of them! Clearing her throat she says. “I’m sorry Sir, I remember the site, I remember the pictures we posted, I remember so many nights on the phone with you, but I’ve no clue what you told me to remember.” Again nodding his head he says “Come here” he points to the floor between his legs. She quickly crawls to his chair and kneels between his feet. Taking her chin in his hands the taking a deep breath himself he says.
“You my dear where being very playful and bratty that night during our lovely scene, and I warned you, that one day we would be in the same room, and you were going to do something bratty, and when you did you would have to pay for all those wonderful cute little bratty moments of yours at once. That day is today. Did you enjoy your meal?” She looked up at him, her mind suddenly flooded with so many bratty moments as he called them, hell there were times she was just downright bad, openly challenging him, half playful half pushing to see how he would respond, testing his dominance over her, her mind flashed over so many small things too numerous to count, and there were a couple of things she did that she was not proud of, nor would she had ever done them had they been a real life couple.
A single tear slid down her cheek, even though she had been out of his collar for the better part of their relationship these past ten years, and that too was her doing, he was her owner, he would always own her.
Looking into his eyes she replies. “I’m sorry, not just for making you wait while we ate, and being a smart ass about you owing it to me, but for everything, the rash reason for removing your collar, the times I pushed you disrespectfully to push me into submission, for leaving without saying a word more than once, and expecting you to pick up where we left off when I came back, for not being as understanding when you were the one to leave for a while. I’m sorry for everything that I have ever done that caused you pain or grief. I love you, I’ve loved you forever, you really are my forever Master, and I am yours to do with as you see fit.”
He leans closer to her and very quietly says. “I love you baby girl, when I placed that collar on you, even though it was a cyber collar, I placed it from my heart to yours, for life. I didn’t just place it on you; I placed it on my heart as well. You have challenged me in every possible way for ten years, and its time you paid the price for it, or we will never be able to move forward, which is what I want to do. I am here to claim you as Mine again, but first I have to teach you respect.” She looks up at him, her heart melting and breaking at the same time. “anything, anytime, anywhere, anyhow for you Master.” She whispers.
He stands and takes her hand and pulls her to her feet, walks her to the middle of the room. He unbuttons her shirt and slowly pulls it off, then unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor; he unfastens her bra and tosses it aside. He grabs her by the hair, threw his teeth he says “I should be undressing you for the first time in person to make love to you, NOT for this!” she bites her lower lip and says nothing, she knows him well enough to know when not to speak. He pulls her over to the foot of the bed by her hair. “Stay put” He commands, as he goes to the dresser and pick up a bag.
Taking out some rope from the bag, he ties a long piece to the bottom rail of the bed, then another to the other side. He ties the rope securely around her ankle, and repeats on the other side, then takes more rope from the bag and ties two long pieces to the top posts of the bed, he ties her wrists to the two new ropes, leaving her very little wiggle room to move. He then pulls out of his bag a crop and a paddle, lays them both on the bed where she can see them. He goes back to the little table and lights a cigarette, sits down and slowly smokes it.
He knows this will help her slip into submission, and add to her fear, she has never really been spanked, she had always said it was something her mind wanted, but she doubted her body did. Playful slaps were one things, but what she was about to get was something altogether different. He would let he stand there in her stocking and panties, bound to the bed, unable to move, and think about it for a while.
He allows 30 minutes to pass, without a word spoken, before he gets up and walks back over to the bed. He stands just to the right of her, in her field of vision, and takes off his belt. He moves next to her folding the belt over as he does, then brings it to her lips. She kisses it. He pulls her hair, pulling her head back towards him, looks her in the eye and says. “Count”
“Yes Sir” she answers
His first swing is not really that hard, but harder than anything she has ever experienced. Her body jumps as the leather kisses her ass, the thin panties doing nothing to soften that kiss. “one” she says in a small voice. As he swings again he tells her to speak louder. “two” she says in a louder voice, this kiss being harder than the first. She bites her lower lip waiting for the next one, knowing it will be harder still, and it was. “Three” The next 5 come so fast she could hardly keep up with the count messing up on number eight calling it nine.
He grabbed her hair hard, “What comes after seven!” He growls. “Eight, Sir” She cries “mess up again and we start over! Understand?” She swallows hard “Yes Sir” He swing again, the hardest one yet, she cries out for the first time. “Nine, Nine Sir” Again he swings just a bit harder. “Ten” the first tears, real tears of pain and regret flow from her. He tosses the belt on the bed and picks up the paddle, she groans at the sight of it. Without delay he swats her ass, telling her to start her count over. “One” she cries out, he swiftly placing another stinging swat on the same spot as the last. “Two” she sobs, her tears having moved to full crying now.
The next four come so fast she had to fight to keep her mind on the count, while her sobs grew louder. He tossed the paddle on the bed and picked up the crop. “Oh god” she whispered, the one thing she feared most, never had she put it as a hard limit, but it was a soft one, a soft limit only to be broken for punishment, that was their agreement from day one, not that she ever thought she would be where she is right now. He pulled her panties down this time, wanting to see the redness from the belt and paddle. He traced her skin with the crop, lightly letting her feel the firmness of it before striking her ass.
The first stroke sent her over the edge of crying, she was now balling. Unable to form words, he did not ask he to count, he knew what just seeing the crop meant to her. Again and again he landed the crop on her ass, leaving tiny crop marks on her skin; never did he let his stroke move to far from the last, just like the paddle and the belt, just the cheeks of her ass did they land upon.
Each stroke brought louder and stronger crying from her. By the time he reached his twentieth stoke she was at the point of begging. “Please Master, Please stop!” Her words were slurred in with her sobs, but he understood her, and had been waiting to hear just that tone in her voice. He tossed the crop on the bed. He stood behind her just looking at her body. He ran his hand down her back, then across her ass lightly, the smacking her very red cheek with his hand to send her yet again into sobs.
He ran his other hand up her back and grabbed her hair pulling her head towards him; he kissed her cheek and whispered. “now I can begin”
To be continued