A Firm Hand






I'm standing at the window, watching and waiting for the plane to arrive. The flight is already an hour late and my nerves are stretched to breaking point. The tickets were purchased two weeks in advance for this trip. My bags have been packed and re packed a dozen times in the last week. I reach in my pocket and pull out a slip of paper and read over it again. It is the list I made out over a month ago of things you wanted to make sure I brought with me. I knew everything was packed but I needed something to distract me till the plane arrived.

Finally the plane arrives and everyone begins to board. My heartbeat starts to race out of control again, of course I am use to this because it happens every time you call me to you. I am a total wreck mentally until I can look into those eyes of yours and at that moment I sense everything will be OK. I don't recall the flight at all. I spent the entire time thinking about you and before I realized the flight attendant was directing me to sit my seat back up. My heart starts racing again. Soon I will be with you.

While waiting for them to unload luggage, I walked out front to grab a quick smoke. It was notably chilly outside but after being in the hot plane for so long the cool air felt refreshing. I glanced around hoping to see you waiting for me but you're not there yet. A few minutes later I put out my smoke and proceeded back inside the terminal to collect my luggage. After collecting them, I proceeded to the snack bar and bought a Pepsi. I sensed it would be a little while before you arrived so I had plenty of time.

I positioned my luggage on the ground, took a seat on top of it and leaned back against the wall. I closed my eyes for a moment, glad for a small break. Something blocked the sun that was warming my face and I opened my eyes only to see you standing above me. You looked like a mountain standing there. I opened my mouth to speak but you brought your finger to your lips to silence me. Instinctively my head bows low and I lower my eyes from your gaze. I feel your hand gently grasp mine as you lean over to help me stand. My luggage is collected and im deposited in the front seat of your car. I feel the car shift as you get in and drive away from the airport. I sit quietly, my hands in my lap, my head low. Not a word is spoken by either of us.

In no time at all we arrive at our destination. Your only words are "Follow me angl."

"Yes Master," I response quietly.

As we step inside the house, you hold up your hand for me to stop just inside the entrance. You carry my luggage into another part of the house and leave me standing, waiting for you. I glance down at my hands and notice that they are shaking. I clasp them together firmly, attempting to calm my nerves. It seems like you have been gone for hours, however I know it has only been a few minutes. You have left me here intentionally and I take a deep breath, struggling not to allow it to bother me. I need to stare deep into your eyes, feel your hands on me, hear you tell me you are pleased to see me. I realize in time all those things will happen, for now I have to wait.

Returning a few minutes later, you reach for my jacket and hang it in the closet by the door. You stepped back and looked at me, then turned and walked away saying "Follow me."

I followed you quietly through the house, glancing around as we walked through several rooms. You take me to a small room in the back of the house. It has a tv, VCR, several paintings on the wall, a long coffee table and several lounge chairs. The floor is covered in extremely thick white carpet, its almost like walking on air. The first thing I think about is walking across the carpet in my bare feet, which would feel heavenly right about now.

You take a seat in the leather chair in the corner of the room. I stop several feet away from you, standing quietly, waiting for instructions. You sit there for several minutes observing me then I hear you order "Strip for me slave."

I whisper quietly, "Yes Master." I slowly unbutton my black dress shirt, exposing my black lace bra to your gaze. I let the shirt slip off my shoulders and fold it neatly and place it on the table beside me. Cautiously I allow my eyes drift to yours for a brief moment, diverting them just as quickly then continuing to undress. I slip off my skirt, fold it neatly and add it to the pile on the table. As I bend over to remove my heels, you command me to leave my garter and heels on. "Yes Master." I reply

As I stand there staring at the floor I hear you whisper "Kneel before your Master angl." My heart skips a beat as I slip quietly to my knees. My gaze stays diverted to the floor and my arms automatically clasp together behind my back. I kneel there before the One who owns me trembling.

Your hand roughly seizes my chin, forcing me to look directly into your eyes. I cannot look away even if I wanted to. The power I see there holds me like steel chains. Your voice is quiet but firm as you begin to speak. "You are MINE angl." "Your heart, mind, body and soul belong to me." "Your will is no longer your own, it belongs to me to do with as I wish." "I will never release you. "You belong to me from now until eternity." "Do you understand slave?"

My body is trembling uncontrollably and my breathing has grown extremely labored as I listen to you speak. I stammer "Yes Master, I understand."

"Your behavior of late is unacceptable and I intend to rectify that immediately." "From now on you will always address me as Master." "If you do not, you will be punished." "Do I make myself clear?"

Shame at having to be reprimanded for this forces me to lower my eyes momentarily, but I promptly look up at you again. "Yes Master, please forgive your slave for not consistently addressing you properly."

You release my chin and settle back in your chair watching me. "Position yourself over my lap slave." "This spanking will serve to remind you what you are and who you belong to." " You will receive 50 tonight and each night you are with me."

Lowering my eyes to the floor I whisper, "Yes Master," and stand to position myself over your lap.

After the spanking was administered, you commanded me to kneel before you again. "You conducted yourself very well my slave. I am proud of you." "Tonight is merely a sample of what is in store for you the coming week."

Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I looked directly into your eyes and whisper "Thank you Master. I look forward to every moment."



© 1999 Angl





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