BDSM VRBO Prequel 02 – Master’s Week by whiterabbit0117
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BDSM VRBO Prequel 2- Master’s Week
This is the second chapter of the prequel, it reads much better after reading the first chapter, “The Beginning”
This is how I came to be Master’s slut and part of the package of Master’s BDSM VRBO
The news that Master had watched my workout and training at John’s ‘Fitness for You” and now thought I was ready to serve him sent a chill up my spine and a flood in my cunt. I checked with my supervisor at work the next day and learned that not only did I have plenty of PTO, I had some that I needed to use or lose. She checked the upcoming workload and vacation schedules and told me that I could take off for a week anytime with a weeks’ notice, but that certain weeks would work better for the office than others.
I kept that information until after work when I got home, stripped, changed to my four inch heels and clamped Master’s tits and labia. With some trepidation I called Master’s number. A female answered, I wasn’t sure, but I asked to speak to Master. The voice on the other end said, “Hi slut, this is Nancy, Master’s other slut. Just a moment I will see if he is available.”
I knew immediately the next voice I heard was Master’s, “Hello slut, so you think you are ready to serve me now?”
With a false bravado that I didn’t really feel, I responded, “More importantly Master, John said you thought I was ready.” That got a small laugh from Master.
“When would you like to come for a week?” he asked.
I looked at the schedule from my supervisor and picked the first week she had indicated was good for the office, and told Master, “I am very flexible, but the week of the 18th this month works well for me and at work.”
There was a pause before I heard Master, “That is in two weeks and that week works well here, the 18th is a Monday, I expect you here by noon on Saturday the 16th, and I will release you to go back home on the morning of Sunday the 23rd. Continue your training with John until then. At one session John will take you shopping for the clothing you will need while here. He will also set up a beauty shop appointment for you, they will have my requirements, do what they tell you to do. Without question. Is that clear?”
I was stunned, Master had my week laid out for me, including what I needed to be ready to serve him. I could only reply, ‘Yes Master, it is clear. Thank you, I hope you find my service during my visit acceptable.”
Master replied, “I have no doubt you will serve me well or you wouldn’t be coming. I do hope that at the end of the week you are begging me for a longer return visit.”
With that the line went dead. My immediate thought was that someone needed to work on Master’s telephone manners.
I don’t remember much of those three weeks. I kept the same routine at home, work, yoga and John’s gym. John continued to work my ass hard with Master’s cock, and by the day I was to leave the discomfort from heavy use was minimal. I did lose the entire 20 pounds plus a few extra.
On the first appointment with John the week I was to leave he took me to an upper class shop. He had a shopping list. When we first got there, I found out John had made an appointment and had talked to the salesperson about what we were looking for. I quickly realized that my opinion was not needed or appreciated on anything I was to wear. First was a cocktail dress, it was a wrap dress, but when fastened was not only very low cut but also flared open quickly below the waist. A demi bra revealed even more of Master’s tits, and the flared bottom threatened to show off Master’s cunt with every step I took. Of course, with the six inch ankle strap heels they selected to go with that dress, those steps were going to be small. A pair of suspender hose made sure Master’s cunt and ass were on display. Then there were a couple of dresses in case Master wanted to take me out. They were very tight, very thin, quite low cut, and only fingertip length with a flared skirt that made them seem even shorter. Four inch heels were selected to go with them. A couple of cute satin babydoll lingerie pieces without panties completed the clothing for the week. It didn’t surprise me that I probably was going to spend most of my time that week naked.
The next stop was a leather shop. A beautiful red leather undercup corset cinched my waist and exaggerated my hips and exposed Master’s tits. Lined leather cuffs were fitted to my wrists, upper arms and ankles. John also picked out a plain leather collar and a heavier, wider, collar with multiple spikes. A leather blindfold, a ball gag and a dildo gag completed that purchase.
The last stop was a clinic where they took blood and urine samples to test for STD’s and illicit drugs. I signed a consent form to send the results also to my employer, John’s gym, where I knew they would go straight into the laptop and to Master. Of course everything came back negative, though there was a notation that my iron levels were low, and my urine sample showed some signs of dehydration.
The day of my last appointment with John before the visit to Master, he told me to meet him at a salon at 4:00 PM. John was there to check me in, and his chilling parting words were, remember, Master said for you to do what you are told without question, they know what your Master wants, and you don’t want to disappoint him.
A young Asian girl led me to a changing room. I stripped and put on a very short satin robe and slippers. When I stepped out, she led me to a small room and told me to take off the robe and lay on the table. I was just relaxing naked on the table when a blonde Adonis walked in. He didn’t say a word but started a massage at my feet using a copious amount of herbal oil that smelled delicious. He worked from the bottom up working out kinks and knots, massaging as he worked. He spent a fair amount of time on my butt, his hands were strong, and it hurt as he worked out the knots, but felt so good when they were gone.
He worked up to my shoulders and then down each arm, separating and flexing the fingers in each hand. Then the only word he had said so far, “Over”, there was a heavy accent, but the word was clear. I rolled over onto my back and again he started at my feet and worked quickly up my legs. As he got closer and closer to Master’s cunt, my mind kept repeating the mantra, ‘sluts’ have no modesty.’ He pinched, pulled and kneaded each labia lip, and was quickly up to my abdomen. The time he spent working Master’s tits felt wonderful but definitely not enough time, before on to my shoulders and back down each arm. He finished with my face. As he massaged my face, I could only look into those deep blue eyes.
Without a word, he pulled a warmed blanket over me, turned down the lights and left. I was almost comatose and probably asleep when the Asian girl was at my side to help me off the table and over to the showers where she slipped off her tunic, joined me in the shower, and washed the oils from my body using a soap with very much the same smell. She dried me off and helped me back into my robe and led me into the next room.
The next room had several chairs and several oriental women doing pedicures and manicures. I hadn’t had one in years and the look of horror on the girl’s face when she saw my nails made me want to hide. But she said, “We fix, we fix, you be ok.” She worked diligently for some time before a supervisor came over, who gave me the same look of horror. The two chatted in their native language and the supervisor finally turned to me and said, we can’t make your nails acceptable, so we are going to do gel nails over them, Your Sir will approve.
It was almost an hour later when they were done and they looked amazing, better looking nails than I had ever had, and the color was a deep dark reddish color. The girls parting words were, “I work hard, don’t chew your nails.”
The same small Asian girl led me into the hair salon. I really didn’t want them messing with my hair, but Master had been very clear. The two ladies looked at the instructions they had then ran their fingers through my hair, and then a brush. Having no say I just laid back and relaxed as they shampooed and messed with my hair. I even kept quiet as I heard and felt the dreaded snip, snip, snip of scissors. After they dried and blew it out the chair was turned so I could see the mirror. I looked fabulous, the cut fit my face and the burgundy highlights really added depth. The lady looked very relieved when she saw my smile.
The next room appeared to be make-up. By that time, I was resigned that they would do what Master wanted, and that was how I was going to look. When they were done and turned me to the mirror, I was shocked, I had never looked that way, but I looked amazing. My lips were the same deep dark red as my nails, my eyes were dark and smoky, my skin tone was even with just a hint of the dark red on my lips, a touch of darkness between Master’s tits added depth and appearance even to them. They told me it would last about ten days to two weeks, if I just washed it with plain water and blotted it dry. Touch up materials were in the basket I would receive but use only if necessary. The products to remove the make-up were also in the basket.
The girl was there to lead me back to my dressing room, but John stopped us, told me to drop the robe and took several pictures. I had no doubt those went straight to Master. I was then allowed to get dressed and John took me and all my packages back to my car. As I was ready to leave John pulled me into a strong hug and gave me a deep kiss. Seeing my startled look John sheepishly replied, I’ve wanted to do that from the first day you walked into my gym. Have a great week and I hope it is everything you hope and dream it will be.
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