Meeting my owner [FM]

I was so excited. It felt like a movie. My plane had just landed in the airport. As soon as I collected my baggage, I went to the escalators. Waiting downstairs, was my owner. Holding a cute sign with my name is bright pink bubble letters (my favorite type!). I walked up to him and immediately fell in love with the chemistry. His eyes could say so much but his big lips only said “How was your flight, sweetie?” I kept staring into his beautiful eyes before realizing his question, causing me to stutter out “A-ah yes, yes it was.”

We both giggled at my response. He hugged me so tightly I could feel the bulge he was trying to hide. We went towards the parking garage to find his truck. I threw my bags in the back as we climbed into our seats. The airport was a good distance away from his house. He drove the entire time; with one eye on the road and one eye on me. He was wearing a bright blue dress shirt with dark gray slacks and leather shoes. His hair was perfectly combed. I was feeling like a mix of a princess and a homeless girl. I felt beautiful wearing the pink half shoulder top and denim jeans and knee-high brown boots he ordered for me; but I still felt that I wasn’t enough for him.

We talked for hours during that long drive. It felt so good to talk to him in person finally. Hear his voice for the first time. Talk about the week we both just endured. Whether it was small things like hobbies and recipes to our feelings, we indulged upon it. He needed gas and we’re both hungry so we grabbed a quick bite from the sandwich shop next door. Afterwards we spent another hour on our final part of the journey to his house. I enjoyed every view of the locale.

We arrived to his beautiful house. He sent me a picture of it but I thought it was photoshopped to look nicer. But, in fact, it was not. It was made of a shiny dark brown wood. The fauna surrounding it was astonishing. It was getting dark and cold outside so I just ran inside while he grabbed my bags for me. The tour of the house was really nice. He didn’t show me the basement but I knew why. He stopped the tour with a visit to the guest room.

My owner dolled it up for me. The walls were pink. There was a very comfortable bed with silk blankets. A onesie hanging up if I wanted to wear one to bed. He took so much time to dedicate the house and to welcome me. And I definitely noticed and gave him a little peak on the cheek.

We walked back to the living room. There was a couch and a chair facing each other. He sat down on the couch and told me to grab a seat on the chair. Then he asked me if I was thirsty and I was not. Then he had a certain glimmer in his eyes.

“Before I officially make my girl a submissive, I need to run a test.” He remarked. I bit my lip as I was a bit anxious.

“What do you mean by test? And of what?” I asked

“A test of endurance. Strip off your pants and panties for me.” I quickly did as I was told. I kept on my shirt as he didn’t mention it. I sat there for about a minute while he sat up straight and stared.

“Touch yourself for me.”

I was a little nervous. We had many play times before and we always had me rub myself before we started. But this felt different. The way he looked at me, as if he was *admiring* me, made me think of myself as a princess. I slowly rubbed my very sensitive pink pussy. It was a little swollen. Moreso than usual as I haven’t cum in a while and the anticipation of spending a week with my owner made me very wet. But then he had to speak up.

“I want you to build yourself up to a point of climax. But you still can not cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

I uttered out a pathetic ‘yes sir’ as if I was a scared mouse. He got up and went behind the chair. He kissed my neck and whispered “good girl” in my left ear. His breath made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I was rubbing myself slowly but he told me to go faster. As I went faster, it was more painful to hold it in. He repeatedly said to go faster until I couldn’t go faster. I was aching and moaning loudly.

“Do you want to cum?” I immediately squealed out another ‘yes sir’ but he told me I still had to wait for his approval. I couldn’t last any longer. I knew I felt like a broken pipe about to burst with water.

“How about we have a countdown?” He asked. We agreed on that very quickly.

“Ten.”

His eyes continued to linger at me.

“Nine.”

I was enduring so much pain and pleasure.

“Eight.”

My owner stood up.

“Seven.”

My eyes were going backwards at this point.

“Six.”

He folded his arms as he gave me a scolding kind of look.

“Five.”

My legs were trembling. I knew it was only a matter of time.

“Four.”

He said again that was his good girl.

“Three.”

My lips were drooling saliva that fell onto my cold nipples.

“Two.”

He fixed his hair. Maybe as a way to make me admire him more.

“One.”

It was finally about to happen. I was gonna cum. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was happen..

“Cum!” I shot out every bit of cum I did. It was the first time I squirted. It landed on the couch and the windows. It was the best orgasm I have ever had. I was so out of energy and wet, I slid out of the chair and onto the floor. He bent down and looked me upside down.

“Good girl. Did you have fun?” I could barely speak so I gave a slight nod.

“I’m glad you did. We have a long week ahead of us. And you need to go to bed now. It’s late.”

After a minute, he picked me up and carried me. I thanked him for letting me cum and for carrying me to my “beauty sleep.”

He opened the door and laid me down and tucked me into bed. I pointed to the lame but cute purple Disney blanket or the closet. He took it out and whispered “you don’t need any beauty sleep. You’re my beautiful ginger girl. Goodnight sweetie.” My owner gave me a forehead kiss and then left after closing the door (don’t worry- there was a nightlight).

It was only the first night and I was in love with this. I went to bed with a great day both behind and ahead of me.

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