First impressions count

First impressions count so what to wear, pink, blue or black? My hands are shaking as I try on different clothes wondering which you would prefer, if you would like stockings or hold ups, desperate to remember all the dress codes. The fear of getting a dress code wrong and how I would be punished just makes the shakes even worse. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves I decide on the outfit. Pink heels, black hold ups, black skirt knickers and shirt, no bra, red nails, hair up and pink silk bow to wrap me in. All set just have to practise walking and talking. Every time I say anything out loud I get the shakes back. I don’t know what is worse “how may I serve you master” or “I’m a dirty slut”. As the day gets closer and closer I get the shakes every time I think about what I am going to do. Finally the day has arrived. Knowing I don’t have long to get ready I start to panic as time is getting later and later and the baby has still not been collected. Thankfully I was so worried I was going to be late that I wasn’t panicking or scared just desperate to get ready and meet my possible new Master. Driving there I started to worry about having an accident dressed like this. I was excited to meet my new master and hoping he will be patient as I think I am very deluded and have a romantic idea of it all. Looking forward to handing control over to someone else. OMG I have arrived, I drive past where you are standing spotting the red folder. Pleased with how you look then the fear of being rejected kicks in. I can’t even look up as I don’t want to see disapproval on your face as I walk towards you. Its real I have managed to do this and I’m walking towards a total stranger. OMG I have to get through the interview yet I had forgotten about that as was so focused on just getting here in time. ”Hi” we speak arrrrrrrrrrrrrr lol I am so scared. We walk upstairs to the café and get a drink. I’m still breathing just and I haven’t fallen over so it’s going well. I don’t remember much about the conversation as everything went into a weird sort of haze all fuzzy. I do remember the red folder of doom lol I never thought I was going to get to the end of all those pages. I hated having to say personal things about me to a complete stranger. But worst bit was the last bit, saying out loud something along the lines of “yes Master how may I serve you” arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I can’t believe I am saying it, my head is going no you are crazy you can’t handle this but something in my big toe is saying come on you dirty slut you want this. I remember breathing was hard about now, and when you told me to go and remove my knickers then come back. I got to the toilet, took my knickers off and every inch of me was shaking, trying really hard not to think about what I am doing and just to concentrate on breathing and deal with one task at a time. Out the toilet and back in the car, I follow you, loving how good I feel because I have done so much already. To most it doesn’t seem like much but to me it was a massive thing just meeting a stranger. I hadn’t given it much thought about what would actually happen as I was so worried about meeting you and just talking, so now I have loads of crazy things going through my mind. Where are we going? What’s going to happen? And mainly just arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. We pull over and you tell me to pull my skirt up to show the tops of my stockings and undo a button on my shirt. This has me shaking really bad as we carry on driving to the spot. We park the cars and I get in the back of your car. I am really scared now. You ask me lol tell me to unbutton my shirt and spread my legs. I can’t believe I am doing this, the more I think about what I’m doing the higher I can feel the panic rising through my body. I try to disconnect before I completely freak out. I play with myself really trying not to think about where I’m touching and that you’re watching. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr my head is telling me run and just keep on running. I give myself a little pep talk in my head and accept that I am going to do this and start to relax. I’m doing it he’s watching and the world didn’t end lol. The more I relax the more I start to enjoy it and OMG I’m going to cum. Oh no he’s watching, oh but who cares this feels so good, “please master can I cum?” That was hard but hell I wanted to cum more than I cared about being watched or begging. The rest of what happened was much the same and was a bit of a blur made up of begging and cumin, so the correct order may be mixed up but hey I was being spoilt and loving it. I was worried about being punished but actually enjoyed being taken to the back of the car, bending over and feeling my skirt rise up to reveal my bare arse and a little spanking. I also secretly loved being fisted, but don’t tell my Master or I will really have to do some begging, oh and weirdly I enjoyed being made to wait to cum. I really have done a lot of firsts today and wish I’d done it all years ago lol. Ok back to the story where was I ummmmm begging, squirming, fisting, cumin oh and fear as my master had me walk topless to the gate and back that was horrible, all I wanted to do was run screaming lol. That really had me scared again. I don’t think I have ever had so many orgasms in one go I really should get out more. Ummmmmm right back to my masters cock, with all that sucking, licking, stroking, watching as master strokes his hard cock oh I really was spoilt. I am guessing I will pay for it next time or in paperwork lol Master I hope this pleases you as much as I have hated writing it and talking about it so please don’t be mean Master XX

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