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They knew each other by sight. But they had never seen each other before.They had been sexually intimate in ways most couples had never imagined. But they had never touched.They had been in a deeply committed relationship for months, learning to trust and please and care for each other.And now, at last, they were going to meet. It was something neither of them had ever expected. They had met online and quickly learned that they lived thousands of miles and an ocean apart, she in Scotland, he in the American Midwest. Neither of them was ever likely to travel anywhere near where the other lived.She had answered a personal ad he had placed on a certain website she frequented and after a few email exchanges and online chat she had agreed to become his slave and call him Master. She came to consider herself his property; she slept with “His” dog collar around her neck and often wore it during the day when her clothing would allow it to remain unseen. She performed the erotic tasks he gave her—masturbating in public places; wearing a vibrator inside her pussy for the entire duration of her hour-long bus ride home from work; kneeling in front of the open door to her flat wearing nothing but her collar and leash and a sign declaring her “Master’s good little doggie”—and countless others which made her head swim with the naughtiness and daring of them.She loved following his instructions and loved writing her reports to him afterwards, describing in detail how well she had performed his task and how she had felt while performing it. She loved all the little rituals he had assigned to remind her on a daily basis that she belonged to him: every morning sending him a detailed list of what she was going to wear; writing “This belongs to…” followed by his name, on a different part of her body each day; kneeling, when she got home from work, for five minutes with her hands behind her head, facing the door of her flat as if expecting him to come through it at any moment and use her for his pleasure. She loved touching herself at his command and not being allowed to have an orgasm without first begging his permission.She loved everything about their erotic relationship. But she also loved just chatting with him online, talking about whatever was going on in their lives, drifting sideways into long, nonsensical flights of conversational fancy, focusing in on what was working and what wasn’t in the structure of their Master/slave relationship (he was not one of those Masters who simply gave orders and expected to be obeyed; he always wanted to know how to make the experience better for her) and just learning more about each other.Before long they had become friends. She found it surprisingly comfortable, this strange, long-distance relationship with a man who would one moment be commiserating with her about the fact that her flatmate rarely cleaned up, and the next ordering her to strip, put the handle of her feather-duster up her ass and dust the furniture with it, hands behind her head as always, while imagining that he and his friends were sitting there watching and fondling her as she did so. The weeks had turned into months. They had had disagreements and disputes like any couple, and sometimes computer-related failures would make it impossible to communicate for a while, but overall theirs had been a stable relationship, based as much on the affectionate regard they had for each other as on their shared erotic adventures.And now they were going to meet. His company had unexpectedly sent him to London for a few days and right now, at this very instant, his flight was about to land at the Edinburgh airport—a trip he was making especially to see her.She bit her lip nervously. His flight had been delayed and she had been waiting a long time. It was now very late and the airport was nearly deserted. She had no idea what to expect; they knew each almanbahis şikayet other so well and yet were complete strangers. They had exchanged pictures of course, but it was quite another thing to actually be in each other’s presence—to really see a face, hear a voice, smell, touch…Touch. She shivered. In just a moment he would be walking towards her, his eyes seeking her. What if even after all they had shared they found each other unattractive? Or worse, if only one of them did? She knew he was self-conscious about being so much older than she was, and she had told him that it made no difference to her. She had told herself the same thing more than once in the last few hours, hoping it would be true.She shivered again, even though she was bundled up in her winter coat and scarf. It was in fact quite warm in the airport and she would have loved to remove her coat and carry it over her arm, especially after waiting all this time. But she couldn’t, not without revealing that she was wearing her dog collar–with the leash hidden beneath the back of her dress and lightly wrapped around her waist. He hadn’t told her to do this. He had been very careful to be sure she understood that he had no expectations. That she had the right to take one look and walk away if that’s what she felt she needed to do. As if she could possibly be that cruel, she had thought to herself. No matter what, even if there were no attraction, she would smile and hug him and make him feel welcome. She would sit with him and talk, and maybe they’d have something to eat together before they went their separate ways.Oh god, she couldn’t stand to think of that possibility! What if meeting each other spoiled everything? Then it would be too late, and there would be no way to undo it. They would lose everything they had built up together. She should leave now and send an apologetic note–something about a family emergency–later. She should…There he was. He saw her at the same moment and quickly swerved out of the pedestrian traffic towards her. He looked very much like his picture, she thought; a little more tired, of course, from the trip, with its endless delay, and the lateness of the hour. She could see the fatigue in his walk, and the effort it cost him to stand upright and smile at her, but there was no mistaking him. His smile was genuine, his pleasure in seeing her still waiting for him obvious, but there was also a hesitancy, a watchfulness, and she knew he was waiting to see if she would turn away.Instead she ran to him and threw her arms around him and gave him a long, loving hug, which he returned, dropping his small travel case to the floor. After a while she drew back and they simply gazed at each other, breathing each other in. She found his gaze intense, as she’d expected, but full of warmth. She was so relieved; whatever happened or didn’t happen next, she was sure they would still be friends afterward.She started to speak, to greet him, but stopped, mystified, when he held up his hand. He took her arm and, after looking around for a moment, picked up his case and gently steered her into one of the eating establishments that lined the concourse. There was no service at this hour of course but the seating area was still open; he led her to a table more or less out of sight of the concourse, and they sat opposite each other.He reached across the table and took her hands in his. His eyes searched hers more deeply now, just as she searched his, and she realized there was an important, intimate conversation being carried on without a word being spoken. That they were each looking for the person they had thus far known only as words on a computer screen.The light was dim but it seemed to her that his eyes shone with a light all their own and she felt almost as if she could see, not her reflection, but herself as he saw her. She wondered almanbahis canlı casino if he was experiencing the same thing. She had never done this before, simply sat and gazed into someone’s eyes for such a long time. She found it disturbing, but in a good way. It was a sensual, emotional, possibly even spiritual experience, she thought: to be so utterly aware of another person and know that he was just as conscious of you. It was almost as if the lines of separation between them were blurring… blending. She noticed that she was barely breathing.She had no idea how long they sat there like that–it felt like a moment out of time. But finally, without moving or taking their eyes from each other–without a single noticeable change–she knew that they had finished their conversation. The look in his eyes was now a simple question.She gently withdrew her hands from his and stood up. Still holding his gaze she unfastened and removed her coat, and then her scarf, and draped them over her chair. She watched his gaze travel from her face down to the collar around her neck, linger for a moment and then move back up to her eyes as she walked around the table and stood before him.She had dressed simply, not wanting to appear too seductive or sluttish in case things didn’t work out. But the gray dress she had chosen suited her figure well, she thought, and it was both sleeveless and, more importantly, collarless, the better to show off her neck and the dog collar she wore for him. This time of year she would normally have at least worn a blouse or sweater of some kind underneath it. But right now she was extremely glad she hadn’t.Slowly, she lifted her arms and locked her hands behind her head as he had so often ordered her to do online. Mmmm… The way he was looking at her now, the heat and desire in his gaze, made her feel wonderfully sexy. It had been worth the trip just for that.Not that it was over yet; not by any means. She held the pose for a while longer, basking in the thrill of finally standing before him as she had so often dreamed. Then she reached down the back of her dress, grasped the leash and shook it loose from around her waist. She kept her gaze on him as she pulled the end of the leash free and turned her collar around. And even though it felt like a very solemn moment she was unable to keep from grinning as she held the leather loop in her hand…and offered it to him.He reached up slowly to take the loop in both hands. When he looked back up at her his smile added touches of wonder and gratitude to the all-encompassing warmth of his gaze and for the first time in her life she felt as if she, herself, was a gift. He tugged gently on the leash, pulling her down hand over hand until their faces were almost touching, then he turned his head slightly and kissed her. Simply kissed her, as a man kisses a woman, with nothing of Master or slave in it even though he was holding her by the leash. She dared to place her hands upon his shoulders…because her legs were shaking. She did not dare to use her tongue or even open her mouth, only tried to communicate by the slightest parting of her lips that her mouth was his to enjoy. But he simply kissed her, raising one hand to cup the back of her head, for a long, wonderful moment.When he released her she waited a moment to see if he wanted more, then slowly returned to her standing position, placing her hands behind her head again. She waited. After a moment he released his hold on her leash long enough to shrug out of his coat and let it fall over the back of his chair, then seized the leash again and gently urged her closer with it until she stood between his parted legs. He was wearing a black cotton sweater over tan corduroy jeans and even in the dim light she could see the bulge of his erection, which aroused her powerfully, knowing that she was the cause of almanbahis casino it.Again he let go of the leash. Then, slowly, he began to take possession of her.He began by resting his hands on the backs of her knees and raising them in a long caress up the backs of her thighs to disappear under her dress, holding her in his gaze the entire time. He cupped and stroked her behind through her panties, and she felt her mouth fall open in response.But they were in a public place and instinctively she tore her gaze away from his, looking over her shoulder to see whether they were visible from the concourse. They were not—his arrival gate had been near the end of the concourse, which now seemed deserted–but in that same instant she felt his hands stop their sensuous motion and withdraw from under her dress. She instantly turned back to him. He was looking up at her; he was shaking his head slightly and his expression was displeased.He stood up and walked behind her. He seized her wrists and roughly pulled her arms down to her sides before releasing his hold. And for one horrible moment she was sure he was simply going to walk away from her and never return. Instead he unfastened and unzipped the back of her dress, then before she knew what was happening jerked it from her shoulders and down past her waist, letting it fall to the floor…leaving her standing in just her bra and panties.She gasped out loud and immediately bent to pull her dress back up.Then she stopped. She felt his gaze on her from behind; heard the unspoken question.She hesitated a moment longer. Then, slowly, trembling in every limb, she straightened up. After another moment she raised her arms, placed her hands behind her head again…and waited.He made her wait a long time. So long, in fact, that she once again began to fear that he had walked away, leaving her like that as a punishment. But she didn’t dare turn to look. She waited, her breath ragged and her throat dry.She felt him approaching long before she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He took his time, walking slowly around to stand before her. He took her face in his hands and once again stared searchingly into her eyes. She gave him the same answer as before, though this time it required a lot more courage. Because now it was real. Now she was standing in an airport restaurant in her bra and panties and a collar and leash, where people could be passing by just yards away. She was surrendering her will and her dignity to a man whom she had just met, but whom she thought—she hoped, desperately–she knew well enough to trust with them.So when he scooped her breasts out of her bra and began to pinch her nipples, hard at first and then much harder, she forced herself to keep her eyes on his and remain in place. She bit her lip and whimpered though, from pain and arousal in equal measure.Eventually he released her and she was unable to restrain a gasp of relief. He smiled slightly at that, and she was glad she had pleased him, however unintentionally. But he wasn’t through testing her commitment, apparently, because he took hold of her leash once more and used it to pull her gently down, first to her knees and then onto all fours.Then he took her for a walk.At first it was like obedience training: a few steps forward, stop; a few more, stop; a tug upward on her leash to get her to sit up; forward to get her down and moving again. It felt both surreal and humiliating, crawling around with her breasts hanging out of her bra, and the further he led her away from the spot where her dress had fallen the more anxious and excited she became. She wondered if he had any idea how completely and mindlessly aroused she was.He was walking her in circles now, with her crumpled dress at the center. Each time around the circle widened a little, and she thought she understood the point he was making by taking her farther and farther away from her only protection. So she kept on crawling, without pause or hesitation, even as the circles widened to the point where she was sometimes completely exposed to the sight of anyone who might be passing by on the concourse.
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