Part two: The Inspection
I was on my second glass of wine, restlessly turning the pages of a magazine. I wasn’t really reading anything, just staring at the pages as I turned each one over. I was considering a third glass, but if he did come tonight I would not be I good shape for him, that would be bad. The candles were burning down, the music was playing for a second time. I had been ready for over an hour and still no word. I sighed as I changed to a new magazine. Then I heard his car.
My heart sped up immediately and my body started to tremble and I felt excitement and anticipation rush through me. I quickly ran to the bathroom and freshened my lipstick then returned to stand in the living room. Hands behind my back, legs apart, chest out, tummy in, head raised. I heard the key in the door and my heart skipped a beat. He’s here.
I saw the top of his head first as he came up the stairs. That dark brown, almost black short hair that I could barely grasp in my fingers. Then the side of his face, then his strong broad shoulders. It seemed that he was instantly standing in front of me. Steel blue eyes staring intently into my soft brown ones. Funny how your body can react to a person. He hadn’t touched me and I could still feel the juices begin to flow within me. I knew my nipples had hardened, and I could feel the stirring between my legs.
“Good evening Master.” I whispered. My voice had disappeared in my excitement.
“Hello dear girl.” he replied. His strength and confidence projected in his voice.
The first thing he did was to pull some of my hair forward so the dark curls framed my face and rested softly upon the swell of my cleavage. He began to slowly walk around me, touching me in unexpected places, smoothing a wrinkle in the fabric of my bustier, a light caress to the bare skin of my arm, tracing the line of the strap of the garter-belt. I was getting goosebumps from his soft touch. Not, I’m sure, a pleasant texture for him, but I had no control over my physical reaction to him.
He paused behind me and I felt the strong grip of his hands encircle my ankle. He brought his hands all the way up my leg, stopping at the band of the stocking, adjusting it so that it was a bit higher than before. Then he adjusted the clips that held the stocking in place. He repeated the action to the other leg. When he was done he bit me. I could feel his hot breath as he leaned toward my ass. His teeth sinking slowly but deeply into my exposed cheek. I inhaled slowly as the pain of the bite seeped into my nerves. I felt a slow, warm dull ache in first one cheek and then the other. I sighed and closed my eyes.
The trick to surviving his inspection was keeping my vocal reaction to a minimum. I was to stand there and accept his touch, his critique, and his advice. I was to remember everything he said for the next time. It was the next time that told me if I had passed the test of the previous inspection. Tonight I knew special attention would be paid to my breasts. Were they positioned properly in the cup of the bustier, were the nipples aimed forward and even, was the cleavage deep enough? He moved around to my front, and sure enough his hands went to the sides of my ribs. He slowly moved them over the side of my breast and I felt his thumb come to rest upon my protruding nipples. They touched at the same time and they felt evenly placed to me.
“Good girl” He smiled, and his hands curved up and over the crest of my swell and formed to the curves. His fingers dipping in between my breasts, he began to squeeze, pressing the nipples inward while gripping the topside of my chest. I stifled a moan and he squeezed harder. My eyes closed again, my full red lips parted slightly as I wetted them with my tongue. He ignored my reaction and began to slide his hand back to my sides. He pushed gently and I brought my arms to my sides and raised them. From my elbows down his hands roamed, feeling for bumps, wrinkles in fabric and hair. He stopped at my hips.
On his knees now he began a careful inspection of my pussy. Checking the shape of the neatly trimmed bush, the small amount of hair that I left centered above my slash. Checking for stubble or a stray hair I may have missed. His hand slipped between my legs and his fingers pulled my lips apart. I felt those strong rough hands touch my clit, dip into my love hole, then brush gently the sides of the crack in my ass. He pulled his hand away, grabbed my pussy and squeezed. My mind was racing, trying to control the moan I wanted so desperately to release. All the caressing, the squeezing, the tension had every nerve in my body tingling. I wanted him so badly.
He stood up in front of me again and brought his hand to my lips. I opened my mouth and offered him my tongue. He placed his finger, dampened from my own juice, on into my mouth and I eagerly accepted it. I took the finger and held it in my mouth, cleaning it carefully with my hot tongue. Sucking anything that may have soiled his precious digit. He pulled the finger out, and stroked my face with the back of his hand. As he stoked he told me where my attention should be put for the next inspection, the stockings, and how well I had corrected my last error.
The feeling of his hand stroking my face combined with the soft deep murmur of his voice was almost hypnotic. I listened intently but at the same time absorbed the feel of his touch. Wanting to engrave the feeling in my mind so that I would never forget this tender, quiet moment.
He stopped stroking and brought his other hand up and held onto my face. He pulled into me close and kissed the centre of my forehead, then my nose and finally my lips. Soft feather light kisses, which rapidly became a deep soul stirring, fluid drinking, tongue dancing passion. His arms encircled me and I was finally allowed to bring my arms to him and hold the rock hard strong body of the man who was my Master. The man who owned, trained and used me.
He held me for a time, then his attention turned to the coffee table. To the toys I had so carefully arranged there for him to use at his discretion. He released his hold on me and turned my head to look at the table with him. He smiled and said, “Hmm, baby, and what have we got here?”
His eyes were twinkling as he reached for the cuffs.
