The phone rings. 'Hmpff, probably my work' he thinks, and he doesn't answer. It's his day off so why should he answer? It keeps on ringing, and then stops, but 10 seconds later it starts ringing again and again. 'This is starting to get annoying' he whispers softly to himself, but grabs his mobile eventually and answers ' Hello' he says in a somewhat annoyed, grumpy voice.
‘Hello? IS that the way you speak to me, boy?’. He hears a stern voice on the other side and the hairs in his neck suddenly stand up straight. He immediately recognizes her voice, but coming from the telephone instead of his laptop speakers, it sounds almost surreal. ‘Well? Answer me, boy!’ she says. He stutters, ‘I..I’m sorry Miss, I…I’m just a bit surprised’. He hears her laughing, but then returning to a stern voice ‘Well, that’s not an excuse, boy. You know you should be ready for Me always and everywhere. Your day isn't starting very well I’m afraid, cause…’ He hears her giggle a bit but isn't at all prepared for what is coming, ‘ I am here, boy! And YOU are going to pick me up from the airport, a.s.a.p.’.
He gulps hard Not only are the hairs on his neck standing up now, but goose bumps appear all over his body. His knees shake and his hands tremble. A strange mixture of fear and excitement creeps up from his toes to his head, clearly not missing his cock about halfway. ‘Well?’ she says and he realizes he has been standing there for a few minutes, completely at loss what to say. ‘Y..yes Miss’ he stutters again. ‘Good boy’ she says.
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‘Arrivals….exit 3…’ he mumbles to himself as he finds his way around the airport. His heartbeat is highly raised; his throat is dry as the desert. He stumbles as he bumps into people and then he hears it: her laugh. He would recognize it everywhere. Quickly he looks around and then their eyes meet, for the very first time. His mouth falls open and his eyes widen as he stands there, with about 10 meters in between them. He seems to have forgotten how to speak or move. She stands there, smirking, not saying anything either for a few minutes, just enjoying his reaction and his worried, surprised, yet pretty little face. Then she walks up to him and with one finger presses down on his shoulder. He slowly gets down on his knees, not moving his eyes from hers. Not able to resist, he suddenly wraps both his arms around her legs and presses his head against her thigh. “MMmmistress’ he whispers, hugging her close. She smiles and pets his head, running her fingers through his hair. ‘My boy’ she says. Her words make his stomach tumble with joy. Their hug lasts for a few minutes and his fear slowly melts away. He doesn't notice people looking at them and he doesn't care. His love for his Mistress is overwhelming. All he wants to do now is to hold her, to never let her go again.
He closes his eyes, his head still pressed against her thigh. Suddenly he feels her hands near his neck and then he hears the sound of metal. He opens his eyes and sees her hands holding a black leather collar. She slowly places it round his neck, carefully locking it in place. If people weren't already looking at them, he thinks, they for sure will be now. Suddenly he starts to get a little nervous again. Then she bends forward, her face near to his ear and whispers ‘You are Mine’ as she tugs a little on the metal leash attached to the collar. Suddenly she turns around and walks off, her fine butt shaking from side to side. He stands there and watches for a few seconds but then stumbles when the leash pulls him forward. He manages to get up to his feet and walk behind her, meanwhile feeling the leash tugging. Even though he feels people staring at them, joy takes over his body. Finally, after all this time having his virtual body leashed to hers, this is the real thing. This feels so much better.
With one motion of her hand she orders him to carry her bags. Together they walk outside to find a taxi. The taxi driver looks at them with a curious face, but -- probably due to Mistress's stern look -- he opens up the doors and the trunk of his car. Quickly. She smirks and her boy smirks with her. Boy's stomach tumbles with joy and excitement again a few times realizing his Mistress can even get a vanilla guy to follow her orders. He gasps. They get in the back seat of the car and it drives off. He sits next to her, still leashed and never feeling happier before in his whole life. Then she speaks in a soft tone ‘So, you think you can just sit there, My boy?’. He looks her in the face, first smiling. His smile turns into a worried look once he sees her stern but slightly smirking face. She pulls the leash, softly first, making his head move in her direction. Suddenly with a quick tug, she makes his face land directly in her lap, his face down. He feels her hand on the back of his head making sure it stays in place.
‘Now, guess what I want you to do boy.’. He gulps, realizing instantly what it is she wants and at the same time aware of the taxi driver and his rear-view mirror. He blushes and he hears her softly laughing at him. His hands move towards the zipper of her sexy black skirt. ‘With your teeth, My boy’, she whispers. He nods and pulls back his hands, finding the pull tab with his mouth He clumsily tugs it down slowly. He feels her eyes staring at him -- and not only her eyes. He blushes still and tries to fight the battle in his head between the will to please his Mistress, his own excitement, and his shame. Shame loses this battle because, with the zipper down, he is staring directly at her hot, already slightly wet pussy. He hears her as she whispers ‘This is a day full of surprises, isn't it, My boy?’. He nods. Not waiting another second he buries his tongue in her pussy, making her gasp. She lays her head back, she closes her eyes, and strokes his hair as he starts working his tongue slowly up and down her pussy. He touches her clit each time for a few seconds. She moans softly. ‘That’s a good boy’ she whispers ‘Lick me clean, make me cum’. He shivers as he hears her speak but is eager to try even more his best at circling his tongue around her clit. His hands on her thighs feel her legs shake a little bit. That and her soft moaning let him know he’s on the right track. ‘Mmmmmmmmm’ she says.
He keeps licking up and down and around her clit, and she starts shaking a bit more and her moans grow louder. 'Yes! Mmmm! Good boy’, she says. Soon her whole body is shaking and he knows he’s doing it right. ‘Yes! Yessss…’. She moans loudly now. He buries his face deep in her pussy, running his tongue all over and around her clit in a fast pace, until finally… ‘Oooohhhh mmmmyy gooddd, yesss’…She gives a loud moan and he feels a fast shaking of her legs. Her hand holds on tight to his hair. She is grabbing it and pulling on it a bit. Then she falls backwards, ands pets his face -- still in her lap. They both smile.
The car stops. They’re there at his home. He starts to climb out the car, but before he is fully out, she pulls him back, whispering in his ear again. ‘Don’t think, My boy, that after all of this I have forgotten how you spoke to me on the phone, earlier…’. He gulps softly, staring at one big bag the taxi driver has placed down next to the car. There are a couple of black handles sticking out on one side of the bag. He looks at her again. She smirks. Then they get out.
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