The start of a fantasy

Her Master decided they needed a weekend escape, he didn't give her many details, but he planted the seed a few days ago, giving little details to mull over, with each passing day.  He knew her well enough to know that in everyday life living a strict D/s life was a wonderful fantasy, but work and other obligations often get in the way.  From what he shared with her, this weekend would be full of rituals, structure and tasks, but what they were she did not yet know.  She didn't even know if they would be staying home or going somewhere.  He told her not to worry about what would or would not be needed, he would let her know in good time or take care of it himself. 

Each day that week, dragged by, with baited anticipation.  Each morning after her bath,  she would find herself in front of the computer, hair wrapped in a towel, her body wrapped in a cozy robe.  She use to always check facebook first, but she had started checking her hotmail in hopes of words from him, letting her know what he was thinking and planning. 

That morning her email opened with one new message.   She held her breath, hoping that it was something from him and sure enough it was.  In the message, his chosen words were to the point, clearly outlining his expectations, but at the same time they were sweet.  He made it clear that she was to dress for work, in a manner that she knew would please him, so that when she was to see him at the end of the day, she would know that he would be happy with the choices she made.  He would be inspecting her and though he didn't have any clear instructions, she knew somethings he would be looking for; smooth legs, painted toe nails, sexy bra and panties, make-up needed to be professional for work, but still pleasing to him, and same with the amount of cleavage.  She knew he liked seeing more than a bit of cleavage, so she would need to select a top that could be adjusted at the end of the day. 

The little extra effort she put in getting ready that morning was being noticed by co-workers, which made her think of him even more.  Each comment on her hair, make-up or outfit, made her feel more confident and the words were reminders of his desire for her to look and feel good.  She thought of him often through out any given day, but on this day, he was always in the forefront of her thoughts.  Each time she would go to the ladies room, she noticed that the inside of her panties were moist from her glistening pussy.  She couldn't help but reach down and give her clit a little rub.  As she would be washing the musky smell from her fingers, she would see in the mirror that her nipples betrayed her dirty mind and were hard through out the day and were visible through the light fabric of my blouse. 

She had already confirmed with her boss that she could slip out of work a little early that day.  He has said he would be pleased to see her earlier if she was able and this girl knew that if he was pleased it could only mean good things to come for her.  As she gathered her belongings, and was re-applying more lipstick, topped off with some shiny clear gloss, a text message came in telling her to meet him as a local restaurant.  Once she got there she was to go to the lounge and order a drink. 

recognized as Ben-Wa balls.  She snapped the lid shut and instantly started to blush.  Taking another long sip of her drink, she unfolded the letter and read "For such a dirty slut, it pleases me that I can still make you blush", she spun around on her stool, feeling as if he was right behind her watching, but the faces in the seats around her have not changed and nobody seems to be paying any attention to what she is doing.  "Once you finish your drink, which has already been paid for, you will go to the furthest washroom from where you sit right now.  It is down the hall by the banquet rooms of the hotel.  Once in the bathroom you will go into a stall and insert these balls into your wet pussy.  When you complete this task you are not to wash your hands, but rather leave the smell of yourself on your fingers and then you can leave the bathroom.  You will be given instructions once you leave the bathroom, but no matter what you do, you are not to speak until you are given permission to do so"

She finished up her drink, thanked the bartender once again and slid off of the high bar stool, once again scanning the lounge for his face, she doesn't see him, but she can't be sure he isn't there.  With the box tucked safely in her purse, as she made her way to ladies room. 

In the privacy of her own stall in a bathroom with nobody else in it, she place the heavy chrome balls in her mouth to warm them up and make them wet, before she bent over in the stall, her panties around her ankles, she slowly pushed the two balls into her wet pussy.  Once secured, her muscles clenched around the balls to hold them in place, she licks her own juices off of her fingers, but did not wash her hands.  He is was waiting for her in the hallway, when she came out of the washroom.  His warm smile, lets her know that he is pleased with her and that alone is enough to make her relax, but not enough to forget that she is not yet to speak.  Instinctually her eyes dropped to the floor, with his finger under her chin, he lifted her face to look into her eyes and he lips graze her forehead before he wrapped her in a warm embrace, and whispered in her ear "You have pleased me girl".