I saw my new master for the first time as he pulled up in his car to pick me up. We had been talking for months about this – a weekend of roleplay in which I would play his innocent puppy slave. I was a virgin and had never gone further than oral sex. I had never orgasmed with a partner either. I had always been submissive and loved to please other people. It was my dream to have a dominating master to control me. My family knew nothing about it, so I knew I was completely under his control. No one else knew where I was, except a very trusted friend, and even she didn’t know everything. Grant was thirty four – sixteen years older than me.

The car journey was quiet but I enjoyed it, sitting there twisting my hands in my lap as he asked me questions in a soft, gentle voice. It calmed my nervousness and I began to relax as he coaxed information slowly out of me. I made sure not to talk to much in case he thought I was disobedient. We pulled up at his flat about half an hour later, and he led me out of the house and inside.

He sat on the sofa and instructed me to do the same. It was a pretty non-descript place- books on the shelves, hardwood floors, leather furniture, plants in the corners of the room. I sat beside him with my knees pressed together and my back straight. I didn’t usually sit like this, but I couldn’t help feeling nervous. He didn’t say anything for a while, then lay a gentle hand on my thigh. I was dressed in simple jeans and a t shirt as I didn’t quite know what was going to be happening.

“Relax, Leine,” he purred softly, stroking up my leg. “Now, before we continue – are you sure this is what you want?”

I looked up at his gentle face, his wide, loving eyes, and I nodded in awe. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said, removing his hand. “Now – undress.”

Immediately I got up, took hold of the hem of my shirt and pulled it off above my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra – I never did – and I hoped that pleased him. As I took off my jeans, he watched me lazily and began to speak.

“My darling, perfect Leine, for the rest of this weekend, you are my puppy slave. You will mostly be naked as it pleases me. You are not to hide or conceal any part of your body to me, for it is mine and mine alone. I know you are a virgin and so I will be gentle – but remember, I will punish disobedience. You are to call me Master or Sir at all times. Puppies speak only when spoken to, and that is what I expect from you. Once your clothes are off, you will become my puppy, and as such you much not stand up at all; puppies crawl around on the floor. You are mine for pleasure and I will inflict pain when I think it is necessary, but I will also reward good behaviour with love and affection. You must not cum without my permission. You may not touch yourself without my permission. If you feel I am pushing your limits too far and would like me to stop, say the safeword ‘yellow’ and I will stop immediately.”

I nodded silently as I slipped off my socks and stood naked before him. For an instant, he sat back on the sofa and admired my body before I sank to my knees, remembering his instructions. This seemed to please him, and he leant forward on his knees, smiling at my upturned green eyes.

“Do you understand everything I have told you?” he asked me, brushing his hand down the side of my face and playing with my soft hair.

“Yes Master,” I said obediently, tilting my head and enjoying his gentle touch.

“Good girl,” he said, and rose to his feet. “Remember to make eye contact as much as possible – I like a sexy little puppy slave.”

I knelt on the hard floor and nodded slowly, looking up into my master’s face. He smiled at me, and stroked my hair. “Good puppy. Now stay here while I go and get your things.” He walked out of the room and I sat still where I was, my bare chest rising and falling excitedly. My pussy was already getting wet, and my nipples were standing out proudly from my small breasts. I resisted the urge to touch myself, like I would normally do, and instead shook my hair back over my shoulders.

He returned holding a leather necklace with studs like a collar and a little metal ring attached to one side. In his other hand he was holding a slim leash and a puppy dish. He placed the leash on the sofa and put the dish on the floor out of the way, before taking the collar and fastening it around my neck.

“You are my good little puppy, and if you are very good you will get your own puppy nameplate. And this is your bowl, which I will let you eat out of when you are a good girl.” I looked up at him trustingly as he clipped the leash to the metal ring at the back of my neck, and stroked my back lovingly. I was desperate to prove what a good girl I could be. “Puppy, you belong to me…..

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