My very first task...

undefinedI took the envelope gently from his hands. I wanted to tear it open there and then. My heart pounding in my ears, desperation evident in my eyes.

I gently pulled the letter from the envelope with delicate fingers and unfolded it.
The first line instructed me to go to his room. I stood politely and turned on my heel and sauntered across the room to the elevator. As i stepped on and the doors closed i read the first line.

1. You will go to my room and undress completely. You will fold your clothes neatly on the table and move to the bed.
2. There, you will find 10 items. All selected with my desires in mind. You will select only 3 that can be used. Do not disappoint me.
3. You will place the chosen items beside you and assume my favourite position. On your knees, head bowed and ass presented upwards.
4. You will wait for me to arrive and resume this position until instructed further.

With giddy excitement I rushed to the room and immediately stripped as fast as i could and meticulously folded my clothes in a neat pile.

I skipped over to beautiful display awaiting me on the bed. A treasure trove of pleasure. I wanted to pick the vibrating plug, that was my favourite, but i knew he would be displeased with my selfish choice, i knew too well that this would disappoint him.

I tentatively ran my fingers across each item and bit my lip as i envisaged the use of each one on my now aching body.

I picked up the nipple clamps and tested one on on my finger. Mmm, i know he would definitely want these on me. I placed them to one side and debated my second, i chose the rope, i wound my  fingers through the cord and shook in excitement, he would so love to bind my tits with this and how i adored the feel of rope on my soft skin. I again placed it to one side and began making my final and toughest decision.

Do I choose selfishly and anticipate the delightful punishment that will inevitably follow or do I choose for him, and his tastes. I want to bask in that sound of sweet satisfaction coming from deep in his throat when I succeed for him.

I hold my hand over the last item, it scares me, he knows that it does and that I don’t like it one bit, but I so want him to be pleased with me and to reward me they way only he knows how.

I make my final selection and assume my position. Shaking, I hear the key in the door and tense, I prepare for his words and heavy hands.

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