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I was sitting in the lounge connecting some audio equipment when something nudged at my senses. I stopped fiddling with the audio cables and listened carefully with my head cocked to one side and my eyes scanning the room in all directions.I heard the knock again, it was so faint that it was hard to know where it came from. I walked to the door but kept listening in case the direction of the sound had fooled me. I heard it again but louder this time. I opened the door and saw, Emma, who was about to plant her knuckles on the face of the door one more time.“Emma?” I questioned.Emma just nodded and didn’t say a word but a slight smile appeared on her face before she let her gaze fall to the floor. When her face lifted again I took the opportunity to step aside and open the door fully, arm extended outwards to invite her into my flat.I closed the door and watched as Emma made her way towards the comfy leather arm chair.She placed a black tube against the side of the chair and unbuttoned her smart black coat complete with a fur lined top that covered her up to her neck. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and she only had minimal makeup on her lips and eyes. She loosened the belt around her waist and slipped the coat from her shoulders; catching it with both hands before it fell to the floor.Emma turned to me, her head bowed, she handed the coat to me as well as an envelope that she fished from one of the pockets. As I took the coat, she kept her head bowed toward the floor.I looked at Emma in stunned silence. She looked gorgeous without the coat hiding her body. She was dressed sexily, but smart. Her large breasts were almost spilling out of her top; only held in, it seemed, by the tight fitting shirt. Showing through her top was a revealing black lacy bra that was doing its best to contain them.  Her black knee-length skirt revealed her black lace-topped stockings underneath, which I admit, I had noticed as she turned to give me her coat. I wondered whether there would be matching panties or g-string underneath. There was only one phrase that pushed through my mind at this precise time, ‘Fuck she’s hot,’ I thought.Without taking my eyes off her, I walked backwards to place the coat on one of the hooks behind the door.I noticed how quiet Emma was, so I decided to break the ice. “Would you like a drink?”Emma looked up at me and smiled for the first time. “Please…” was all she said, with a slight nod of her head.“What would you like?”“You decide, Sir.”The Word Sir felt a little too strong a word for me, yet she used the term so easily.“Please take a seat. I’ll get you a Gin and Tonic, if that’s OK with you.”Emma just nodded, turned and searched for the leather chair behind her.I left Emma in the lounge. I switched on the recording machines and left to make her a drink. In the kitchen, I opened the envelope and read it quietly to myself. It was from John and it was a little odd to read at first. He told me about Emma and how she was his Sub, there was very little history, but he mentioned the fact that he had helped her prepare for our interview by choosing her clothes and helping her to present herself smartly. I had trouble understanding his last sentence, it read:‘I have prepared her for you and she is expected to come home to me in a certain state. I hope you understand. John.’ I didn’t know what to make of it at first and kept reading it over in my head. I pocketed the note and poured the Gin and Tonic into a large green Tanqueray glass, covering the ice at the bottom and tossed in slice of lemon for good measure.I Güngören escort bayan entered the lounge to see Emma sitting upright in the leather chair with her legs crossed. I handed her the drink and sat opposite her.“Thank you so much, Sir,” she said as she took it from me.“Emma, I have read your Master’s note to me, and I would like to know what makes you a Sub?”“I have a need to please. I get a lot of pleasure from simply pleasing and pleasuring another, mainly my Master. I get such joy in making him happy, however I can,” she said“Is that all there is to it, Emma?”“No, Sir, I am his toy, to use and play with as he needs to.”“A toy? Do you not find that too degrading?” I asked.“Not just a toy, His toy. And then there are the rules that he gives me.”“So, you just play by your Master’s rules and he does what he wants with you. Is that how it is?”“No, Sir, not quite, I am also comforted when he tells me that I am his. I am comforted by the fact that I can give him the pleasure that he desires and deserves.”“Could you not get these things from an ordinary lover?”“No, Sir, I cannot. I crave and need to be owned. I need my Master.” She stated with a shy smile.“Tell me more about your needs. How do you feel when you are with your Master?”“It’s a mixture of two things, Sir, one is that I feel loved and happy. The second is a craving to please him, however he wants to be pleased and with whichever part of me he desires.”At this point in the interview, and the matter of fact way she related everything to me, I couldn’t help but follow the line of her split skirt upwards to the tops of her stockings. I could see the floral design on the top. I had to ask the obvious question that came into my head.“Have you ever not pleased your Master?”“Yes, there are times when I have really pissed my Master off.”I saw a glint in her eye as she looked at me in a demure way.“What happens then?”“I nervously wait to find out what my punishment will be, but I am equally excited about what it might be. I never feel just one emotion at a time, rather, it’s a mix of emotions.”“Does your Master ever go too far with his punishment?”“There is never a ‘too far’, everything I deserve I will get. My Master looks after me like I am the most precious thing in the world. What more could any submissive want?”“I wouldn’t be able to answer that question at all,” I told her frankly.My thoughts were all over the place. Indeed, Emma put it so succinctly, ‘what more could a submissive want?’I looked Emma in the eye, I wanted to try and see whether she got turned on by my next question or whether she felt saddened by it. I wanted to know whether punishment was something she got, but didn’t really want.“When your Master punishes you, what kinds of punishment do you prefer?”Emma’s eyes seemed to light up, that was before she closed them in contemplation of her answer. When her eyes opened, she spoke.“Spanking, Sir.”“You like to get spanked?”“I often get punished that way and I always enjoy it.”“How do you get spanked, exactly?”“Sometimes, Sir, it’s just a simple over-the-knee hand spanking. Sometimes, my Master uses something to spank me with.”A wry smile appeared on her face and I saw her eyes glance to the side of the chair; the place where the cardboard tube was resting.  I could see her breathing increase significantly at the thoughts that were now percolating through her mind. Her breasts heaved in unison and I would have to admit to a shivering sensation around my balls as my cock twitched to attention. I dare anyone to Escort İnnovia look at how she portrayed herself at that point in time and not get aroused.“I take it you like being spanked?”It was a safe and obvious question to ask. Perhaps a little dumb given the way she reacted. I don’t know why, but my cock twitched again at that question.At that point in time Emma looked up to the ceiling and shook her hair, and for the first time that evening she looked me in the eye.“Sir, my Master knows I enjoy it, but it depends so much on what I’m being punished for as to how hard I get spanked.”Emma’s eyes left mine and she glanced down to concentrate on her thighs before continuing.“Sometimes my Master spanks me to the point where it hurts to sit down the next day.”“Does your Master, ummm… does he injure you?”Emma was quick to reply to my hesitant question.“Sir, I must insist, if I may be so bold, but my Master has never injured me. Yes, he does punish me but there is a big difference. My bum cheeks sting so hard sometimes, I can feel the heat emanate from them and the glow can sometimes light up the room,” Emma giggled at that, “they can be so red and untouchable at times, but that is the worst my Master has ever done to me.”I suddenly realised the humility of her words. The love that she had for her Master and the way she held him in high esteem.I just nodded my head, I was almost lost for words, at least any that could form a coherent sentence.Emma broke the awkward silence, “There is more to punishment than spanking, Sir. Don’t forget verbal or humiliating punishment.”“What form does that take?”“Well Sir, there’s the calling me names, and making small but hurtful digs at me when I have done something silly, not that I would do anything silly of course.”Emma was thoughtful and I could hear the cogs turning in her head. At that point in time she projected a playful demeanour. “Then there’s times when he makes me go out without a bra on. I have to admit that I hate him for that because my boobs are so big and it’s so obvious to everyone that I am not wearing a bra.”I just waited for Emma to continue, I could see there was discomfort spreading across her face, and I knew that she was wondering whether to tell me something or not. I just let my silence pull it out of her.“The worst, Sir, is the silence.”Emma dropped her head to her chest as she uttered those words, the last word was almost a whisper.“What do you mean by the silence?”“It’s when my Master won’t talk to me, Sir. Sometimes he puts me in a silent room for quite some time.”Emma shook her head, “I’m not fond of silence, Sir.”I quickly realised that silence was Emma’s most hated punishment, and there was I, keeping quiet while I let her think and speak to me. It was some time before I formed my next question.I have to admit that I started to feel a little uncomfortable at her predicament, how she formulated her sentences and how vulnerable she felt, even in my presence.An hour had already gone by and I was being drawn into this woman’s world. A part of me started to understand, and yet there was much more that I didn’t. I was slightly struggling with how to take the interview forward, what sort of questions to ask next. I wasn’t sure whether Emma was feeling all that comfortable either; talking to a relative stranger about how she behaved and what she did. I decided that enough was enough.“Well, Emma, I think you have provided me with a very thorough insight into what it’s like to be you. I guess you’re ready to go back to your Master, Kağıthane escort shall I fetch your coat?”Emma shivered slightly, her lips pursed and it was obvious that something was bothering her. She wanted to say something important but her lips wouldn’t utter the words. Emma slowly slipped to the floor and knelt before me, eventually looking up into my eyes.I pushed my notebook down into my lap to suppress the twitching between my legs. I waited for something to happen.Emma tilted her head slightly to one side as she pondered her thoughts.“Sir, if I may, I would like to ask you a question?”I nodded to Emma, “Of course you can, go ahead.”“Sir, have you ever spanked anyone?”I noticed a little bit of confidence in her demeanour, a little bit of a tease in her voice, as if she already knew the answer. There was a level of expectancy in her eyes.My reply was a little unsure, “I guess, a playful spank now and then. Nothing more than that.”I guess I already knew where this conversation was going and it became more obvious when Emma stood up. Every movement she made was performed in a slow manner. All the while, Emma looked into my eyes then slowly she turned her back to me and stepped towards the chair. Emma knelt on the chair; spreading her legs a little wider to gain stability. Her hands came behind her, her fingers disappeared under the hem of her short skirt and I watched as she grasped her g-string and pulled it down so that it rested just above her knees. Her hands then took their place on the hem of her short skirt and she lifted it upwards towards her waist as she bent forward to rest her head and hands on the back of the chair.Her bottom was beautifully exposed and the lace stockings contrasted wonderfully with her skin. The black straps of her suspender belt clung onto her stockings for dear life as she stretched them fully. But it wasn’t her bottom that caught my attention. Her pussy lips were squeezed slightly between her thighs; forming a perfect oval, and shining with moist anticipation.I couldn’t help but lick my lips. My notepad was placed to one side as I unreservedly let my cock grow within the confines of my trousers. I knew the interview was over. The evening wasn’t.Emma was patience personified. Staring straight into the back of the chair, she eventually spoke.“May I suggest, Sir, that you may like to give it a try?”For a submissive I thought her words were authoritative yet cautious; if those two words could ever be associated with one another.I stood up. I looked at the curves of her bottom and the taught suspenders. I must admit, I wanted to slip my finger between her pussy lips and let it slide in the silkiness and moistness of her honey pot. But Emma was offering me something different.It would have been easy to spank her bottom if she had been naughty or had done something that annoyed me. But she was pleasant; gentleness emanated from her very soul. There was also expectancy and excitement. Her moist pussy made that very evident.“Sir, may I suggest about three hard spanks to each cheek, unless Sir would like to do more of course.”If I didn’t know any better I would say that Emma was chiding me.”I must admit, Sir, didn’t have a number in mind. Three seemed like a good start for a novice.” I raised my hand and hesitated, dropping it back down to my side. I looked at my open hand and then at Emma’s bottom.Her placid demeanour stirred something in me. I found my breathing increase and a smirk appeared on my face. I caught part of Emma’s face, reflected in the long mirror that spread across the wall of my flat. She too was breathing erratically, her eyes were closed. Waiting. Expecting. Needing.Every now and then a quick smile would brush over her lips as she let out a short sharp breath.I watched her mouth fall open; forming a perfect ‘O’ as my hand came down on her left cheek and then her right.

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