Park the car across the street and enter the open door. Shut and lock it so no one else could get in. Turn, kneel, and wait for the master.My knees hit the carpet automatically. That was one of the great parts about being with Master. I could, for the most part, shut my mind off. My chin hit my chest and I waited, decompressing, stress sliding away as arousal built, knowing my master was close by.I'm not sure when I stopped thinking of him like any other man. He had a man's body, a man's mind, but he was more than that. He was my master. The one man who had the power to control my will and my body. To take me. To own me. To give me pleasure and to insist I give it in return.My nipples hardened to little nubs as I heard his footsteps approach. He didn't say a word but strode up close so that his cock rubbed up against my face through his pants. I could feel his arousal and he gripped my hair in his hands, parted it to expose my neck and then ran his finger down the center of it. Wrapping my hair around his hand he yanked it back so that I looked up at him."I'm releasing you for the next hour so that you may dine with me and feel at ease."I wasn't sure what to do or what to say.
