The Stranger

You barely have time to get your bags down and your coat off before the phone rings.

"Slave?"
"Master!" Your happiness is clear in your voice.
"I got held up in town, I'm about to head home now. Wait for me to call you. Don't try calling me though as I won't be there to answer."
"OK, I need to put some things away anyway."
"You won't have time for that."
"No?"
"You remember the last munch out there, the one you were ill for but I made it to? There was someone there who wanted to 'be' with you. He was prepared to pay several hundred dollars for the privilege."
"You sold me?!"
"Not quite."
"You sold me?!"
"No. All I said was there was someone who wanted to be with you enough to pay several hundred for the chance. Now, do you trust me not to let anything bad happen to you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. I want you to undress, place your cuffs on each wrist, put your blindfold on, unlock the inner door and wait. Someone'll ring the outter bell. When they do, buzz them in and step back from the inner door." "You sold me?!"
"I didn't say that. When they get in, let them take the lead. You always said you wanted to try it with a stranger." "You sold me?!"
"Trust me. Leave the curtains open, someone will be watching from the street and able to rush to you if there's a problem. The person who'll be inside knows your limits and won't break them. If you need to safeword that's OK - he knows what your safewords are. Whatever you do, don't remove the mask. While he wants to be with you, he doesn't want you to know who he is or how much he wanted this chance."
"I trust you."
"Good girl. I'll call you as soon as I'm home to check on you. Are you OK?"
"Yes, Master." You know I'm always ten steps ahead of you, you say it often enough yourself. Somehow you know that while I'll scare you stupid - as I'm doing at the moment - I'd never, ever, let any harm come to you.

For all you know you're safe, waiting it the hardest thing you have ever had to do. Trapped behind the dark mask your hearing goes in to overdrive, desperately trying to gain any sense of what is happening around you. The buzz comes as a massive shock. Relative to the silence it is deafening. You fumble for the button and then back away from the door.

The door swings open. While well oiled there is still a slight tell-tale noise followed by steps on the carpet. A cold hand touches your face, brushing your cheek, running down over your jaw, your neck, your breast, stomach and hip. Cool lips kiss along your jaw line then lower over your painfully naked body. Nervous, you find yourself wishing over and over that I was not so far away - able to be here and keep you safe.

A firm grip on your collar's ring leads you through to the bedroom. There's sureness to his actions, leaving you with little choice but to follow. While he makes no apparent effort to guide you clear of walls, you touch none indicating that he knows what he is doing.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you are pushed back, your cuffs taken and fastened to the headboard. With more passion now he begins to explore your body, hands and lips roaming. Little kisses cover you from neck to navel and back up, firm hands exploring the flesh of your breasts, probing deep between your legs.

Every time his mouth moves up towards yours, you pull your lips in to your own mouth. Kissing is for me alone - your limit - something you wanted to keep special. He does not seem to be bothered. If anything he plays with it, getting teasingly close but then moving away.

He knows just how to touch you. Though time has slowed down with the nervousness, it can be only minutes. Already your body is responding. Involuntarily your hips lift up, offering yourself to him; your nipples stiffen with each renewed assault; your skin burns beneath his cold fingertips.

Once again he moves towards your mouth, the constant game you are both playing. Once again you hide your lips. If he thinks you are going to surrender something that is exclusively your Master's then he is sorely mistaken. All of sudden, his hands lift your blindfold. Your eyes, accostomed to the dark take a moment to register.

"Well slave, may I kiss your lips?"
"Master!"
"May I?"
"But... But!... But you're in London. I spoke to you a few minutes ago. You're on your way home! I called you in London this morning!"
"A direct flight that took advantage of time differences, a call from a pay phone down the road. As I said, you are that lucky - you're with me now. Now, about taking tomorrow off..."