Already a Submissive Tendency

A Wonderful Surprise

by The Traveling Master

Tags: #dom:male #f/m #pov:bottom #sub:female

 
The evening had been perfect. The whole time, I was dripping with excitement as I tried to figure out what would happen next.
 
Then the note… The dessert…
 
His hand creeped in my cleavage to retrieve my note…
 
As I woke up in my bed, I instantly knew it was the next morning. How did I know that without looking? I couldn’t tell. Just a subtle nudge… Then again, I didn’t really care how I knew. Like the other times, I couldn’t remember anything after his soft ‘As you wish’. 
 
My hand crept down my naked skin and I felt I had been covered in some type of oil. I felt smooth and silky. An aroma of flowers and almonds drifted up and a few flashes came to my mind.
 
I was lying in a large bed, feeling strong hands massaging my back and ass.
 
But the images lasted a mere moment and it was a struggle to hold on to it. As my hand reached my most private parts, I flinched a little as the soreness erupted slightly. A very delicious soreness…
 
Part of me felt a little frustrated I had been fucked so seemingly good, without feeling the release I most assuredely experienced. But then again… I could still feel the sweet afterglow as I tenderly caressed my moist lips.
 
Tiny drops of awareness…
 
That’s the best way I can describe the slight flashes I got as I touched myself, like knowing you had an incredible dream, but as soon as you tried remembering it, it would vanish into the fog of your mind. I felt so good it should have been illegal. I continued to touch my skin and felt the remnants of the oil. I took in the faint scent again, trying to remember more, trying to cling to the images he had left me…
 
The specifics were hard to remember… But I was left with the impression he took care of me in ways that made my blood boil! Like I was all his to enjoy… To use…
 
I came hard as I tried to fill in the blanks of the evening…
 
I rode the sweet relaxation of my release before I got up and explored my apartment. I felt like I was on cloud number nine!
 
I finally found the dress I had worn the night before. It was all laid out on the table. Draped upon it was the bra, but the panties were not there. As I took the bra in my hands, a note dropped from it. I smiled at his attention. He had left it in our usual spot.
 
I smiled as I read his words. His handwriting was the only clue I had to his identity. Like the note at the restaurant, it looked to be written by a strong and sure hand. Or so my blissful mind imagined.
 
'Good morning my dear,
 
I wish to thank you for a truly wonderful evening. As always, you prove to be an incredible woman. The beauty you display as you go blank under my power is mesmerizing… As a special treat, I left a gift inside your mind. If you manage to figure out the trigger, you will experience a little more of our night together. As it is now, your slumber should be filled with our time together.
 
Sadly, I must leave for a few days, but I’m looking forward to enjoying your passionate devotion very soon…
 
Your Mystery Master.’
 
I almost wanted to touch myself again as I read his note. I put it to my face and breathed in the scent of the note. For some reason, as I did, I had an image of a man form in my mind. As if the lingering scent on the paper made my mind start to remember parts of him.
 
Just a silhouette out of the mist…
 
Was this the trigger he spoke of? No… Seems it should be more…
 
I got in the shower and had a long time to think on his words. Think about what was happening between us. This mystery man and me…
 
I loved the sound of that. Mystery Master… 
 
He was certainly able to establish himself as such… I could just imagine his aura of dominance… Exerting his will over mine…
 
I was tempted to rub myself again, but I stopped myself. I couldn’t spend the whole day naked and masturbating! As much as it was an alluring image…
 
I went to get groceries and prepared for the week to come. Even though his note told me I would not experience him again any time soon, I decided to keep wearing the sexy blue underwear I had bought. Thinking maybe he would like to know that even though I knew he would not see me, I was still dressing to please him.
 
I felt incredibly sexy and aroused all day during work, just thinking about it.
 
I would spend my evenings trying to think about what sort of trigger he could have left in my mind. Not an easy task when you have absolutely nothing to go on! But I was desperate to experience it.
For 4 days, nothing really changed. Each night, I would experience parts of erotic dreams I could barely remember. I would wake up horny as hell, like when I had wet dreams as a teenager, but I knew it was about our time together.
 
I could never see his face of course, but I had vivid lingering images…
 
Me… Kneeling between his legs…
 
Me… Tied to some type of furniture…
 
Being taken from behind while my hands were tied in front of me..
 
Kneeling while making myself cum for his viewing pleasure…
 
On Friday morning, I woke up with an even clearer thought in my mind, as if… As if I was meant to have it.
 
I saw myself, naked, kneeling with my hands behind my head. I was pushing out my chest to expose my tits while my knees were spread wide, offering a perfect view of my pussy. I had some type of collar on and I was looking down, head in submission.
 
I couldn’t place where I was though…
 
On a hunch, I got out of bed and knelt like I was shone. I didn’t have a collar per say, but I did have a tasteful choker I used to wear and I put it on. I smiled as I felt arousal course through my body the moment I felt the tiny makeshift collar press on my skin. I imagined he was looking at me. I didn’t know how or why, but I felt like he could see me at that moment.
 
As I kneeled there, alone in my room, my thoughts drifted to all the wonderful dreams he had let me experience… Like I had hoped, they were all about my submission to him. All about him using his power over me. All about him taking pleasure from my body, as I was helpless to prevent him. Helpless in his power… Helpless to obey him…
 
With another smile, I realized it was where I truly wanted to be.
 
I was getting horny and aroused without even moving a muscle! Just thinking about him using me again…
 
'My Mystery Master…’
 
As the thought popped in my mind, I felt a surge of pleasure. It came out of nowhere and was gone immediately after. I opened my eyes in shock.
 
“What was that…” I whispered.
 
I closed my eyes again and thought about him again. Nothing. Maybe it was the wording… Hypnosis triggers rely on precise phrases don’t they?
 
'My Mystery Master…’ I thought again.
 
Again, a spike of pleasure, a little stronger, erupted inside me and then was gone.
 
I got really excited as I finally hoped I had figured out his little trigger!
 
'My Mystery Master…’ I thought again. And again… And again…
 
Each time, a spike of pleasure made itself known. 
 
But it was only a tease, nothing like that would make me cum. Was that the point? Besides, didn’t the note tell me I would experience more of our time together?
I said it again and again, savoring the feeling of each little spike, as if I could feel him making me pleasure myself. After long repetitions, I just had to try to say it aloud.
 
“My mystery Master!” I said out loud and the pleasure that erupted inside me was even stronger. 
 
It came as a slow growing wave. The pleasure built up and I was sure I was headed for an orgasm! But as I neared a level of bliss that would surely have me cross over, my mind went dark and I lost all sense of surroundings. 
 
Images flooded my mind. Suddenly, it was as if I was looking through the eyes of someone else. I was sitting in a lazy chair and I quickly realized I was naked. 
 
And I was a man to boot!
 
I could see I had a large erect cock, pointing straight up! Beyond it, I saw something even more arousing: Myself.
 
I saw myself, from his point of view!
 
And god damn did I look sexy!
 
I was kneeling naked, rubbing my pussy, with only an expensive looking necklace filled to the brim with jewelry. But that wasn’t the sexy part…
 
My eyes were completely blank! As if I was in a trance of some kind. And as I rubbed my pussy, I was speaking in a monotone voice while I was stroking my cock. Well… Huh.... He was stroking his cock…
 
It was a little confusing…
 
But I watched myself drone on and on as my Mystery Master just watched my beauty…
 
“I obey my Master. I live to please my Master. I am his property. He owns me body and soul. I obey my Master. I submit to my Master…”
 
On and on it went. The scene lasted mere minutes, but it was intoxicating…
 
My mind came back to my apartment as the orgasm finally crashed through me. It took a long while to get my breathing under control and as I did, I realized I would be late for work.
I had a brief thought about just calling in sick, but somehow, I got a sense that I shouldn’t. So I got dressed with my sexy underwear and took the simple thank you note I was placing in my bra all week and tore it up. I grabbed a new piece of paper and smiled.
 
'Thank you for what felt like an incredible evening. And thank you even more for the little surprise, I love it!’
 
As I wrote it, I debated if I should sign it. I smiled as the high from my orgasm carried me through my shy nature.
 
'Signed, your curious puppet.’
 
I had no idea if he would like it or not, but I thought it was a nice touch.
 
All the way to the office, I just couldn’t take my mind off the image of myself as a blanked out kneeling mess! God I looked hot… 
 
And his cock… Wow… It looked so yummy…
 
No wonder I felt sore after he took me!
 
As the day went by, I tried again to think 'my Mystery Master’ and to my incredible joy, I felt the spike of pleasure again, just briefly. I felt like I was masturbating at my desk without anyone noticing! 
 
Naughty would be a perfect word to describe how I felt all day.
 
I concentrated as much as possible on my work, but whenever I felt like having a break… I would repeat my trigger in my mind a few times, just to have a little pick me up.
 
About half way through the morning though, I just couldn’t take it anymore and went to the bathroom. I wanted to see myself again, through his eyes. I got into a stall and said it aloud.
But apart from the same brief wave of pleasure, I didn’t feel anything else. Was it a one-time thing? On a hunch, I kneeled on the bathroom floor and repeated the trigger. The wave got better, but still no orgasm or images.
 
Oh god…
 
Did I really need to be naked? Wearing some type of collar?  He was so devious! I couldn’t do that at work! 
 
I fingered myself to a small release, just to get my concentration back on my job and went back to work.
 
As I got ready for lunch, I felt an unusual urge to go eat lunch at the diner across the street. At first I thought it was just my unusually arousing day that got me all worked up for something more than my salad, but as I made my way outside, I realized with a smile that I knew this subtle feeling.
 
I went to the diner and to my mild surprise, I had a reservation for the corner booth. I went to it and was about to sit with my back to the wall, to see the rest of the dinner, but an urge surfaced to sit completely opposite to that.
 
I just had the wall to look at as the waitress served my favorite tea. I looked at her with a puzzled look and she almost giggled as she said a gentleman had ordered for me. I smiled back.
 
I checked the time and it was a bit of a relief to know my order was already in. Lunch here could sometimes make me a little pressed for time. A fresh salad came as an entrée and I ate it slowly. I expected to lose my memory at any time, but I didn’t.
 
As I finished my plate, the waitress picked it up and assured me the rest was on it’s way in a manner of moments. I thanked her and finished my tea. As I put the cup down, I felt a sudden urge to check if my note was still in place, I discreetly touched my breast where the note was and smiled when I felt it. 
 
Almost immediately, I had a second urge and like in a dream, I slipped my hand in my cleavage and retrieved it. I then slowly lifted my hand up next to my head and just held it there. I couldn’t say why I was doing it, just that I was. I stayed there for what seemed like ages!
 
I started to feel like the waitress would think it was me calling her! What if she asked why I was holding the paper like that? Would I find myself giving it to her? I felt a rush of helplessness that made my skin feel warm all over.
 
But finally, a rugged hand clasped it. I knew it was a man by the feel of it on my own fingers. I felt a jolt of panic as my mind went to multiple scenarios. Was it him? Was it a stranger? My heart raced as his index finger lightly caressed mine as I let go of the note.
 
I wanted to run away, turn around and face him, hide my face… Anything! Was it really him? I took a deep breath and convinced myself to turn and face him, but as soon as the idea formed, I felt an odd buzz in my head and I didn’t want to turn my head anymore. If he wanted me to see him, he would have sat across from me, not behind me!
 
A few moments passed before I heard the paper unfold over the noise of the diner.
 
Oh god… Whoever it was, he was reading my note! I went over it again in my mind and apart from how I signed it, nothing too incriminating was written. But then again, if he had seen me take it out of my cleavage…
 
My heart still raced as his deep voice soothed my fears and stroked my arousal.
 
“You’re welcome…” he simply said.
 
It WAS him… Oh god… I recognized his voice immediately. 
 
The waitress came and gave me a small chicken sandwich, one of their specials I loved, and just moved on. I looked at my meal, but I wasn’t hungry, not for food anyway. I was torn! I wanted to turn and see him… Or maybe not… Did I want to finally meet him and remember? I was torn! But one thing was certain: I wanted for him to use me again.
 
But he had other plans.
 
“Eat.” I heard.
 
Reluctantly, I started on my meal, but all the while, my mind was trying it’s best to hear any and all sounds coming from the booth behind me. Trying desperately to form any sort of image of him.
Once I was done with my meal, I pushed my plate and waited. What would happen next? A few moments later, I felt his hand brush across my chin. I almost moaned! I closed my eyes, half afraid to actually see him, half excited out of my mind!
 
I felt his hand trace my inner cleavage and I almost forgot we were in a very public place. I felt a note being placed there and his hand left as softly as it came. Even caressing my chin bone as it disappeared. I gathered my wits for a moment to calm myself and grabbed the note.
 
'You are truly a beautiful woman…
 
I leave you a choice. Either get up and leave the restaurant to get back to work. If you do, you will find yourself drawn to a copy room some time this afternoon. There, I expect you to pleasure me orally with a blindfold.
 
Or, go to the bathroom where I will join you right now. You won’t see me, but I will take you in the stall, making you cum hard as I take my pleasure from your delicious body.
 
Finally, if you choose to order a dessert, you refuse either scenario and decide to skip an encounter today and just edge as your muse about the activities I have planned for the weekend. If so, you might find yourself losing more and more time over the course of the week.
 
Regardless of your choice, you forfeit your weekend to me.
 
As you choose, you should know that after one O'Clock, you won’t be able to cum until I give you permission to cum again. Regardless of your choice… Regardless of how much stimulation you receive…
 
I can’t wait to see which you will choose…
 
Sincerely, your Mystery Master.’
 
Fuck this was hot…
 
He could do that? Prevent me from cumming? Oh god… I could just picture myself just edging forever until finally he gave me permission to cum! I was incredibly tempted to go to the bathroom and have him fuck me silly. I was so horny!
 
But then again… I wanted his control…
 
To accept his control was to submit to his desires… What would he like best I wondered? I smiled thinking that all of the choices would probably suit him just fine. 
Was I brave enough to tear down the walls of my fears? After all, I had never indulged my submissive side for a good reason. Too scared…
 
As I heard the telltale clicks coming from the waitress's shoes, my heart raced even faster.
 
What should I do?
 

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