My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R - Sex Stories

My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R

It has been a few delicious weeks since I met my "Master" in person, and our relationship has quickly grown into something else. Our first few encounters were pretty straightforward. Not that there is anything straightforward about being on my back with my legs over his shoulders! It was something else. There has been a concerted effort to know more about me and some of my fantasies too. It's not like they were hidden and all. My profile on "The Site" has a lot of fetishes listed and a few stories written from a personal perspective. I think he was just seeing if he can mesh some of my fantasies with his and if I can, make some of his real for the both of us, all the better, right? It was Wednesday morning, and I was driving down to see Gert, my Master friend. Gert in German means "spear strong" and it was a fitting name for him as you can imagine. He told me that we are going to have some role play fun and I should wear my denim skirt that hangs to mid-thigh, fishnet garter stockings, and my black riding boots that go up to just under my knees. If it weren't for the fishnets, I would look like any other lady at the mall. I think he wants's to play the John/hooker game since he asked for this specifically, and he hinted that there would be something special going on today. I'm so excited! My mind is racing, going through the different scenarios that may happen. After a half of a knock on his front door, it flew open rather unexpectedly and there he was firmly telling me to ...

... come inside. He must have been anxiously watching for me through the front window and trying to beat me to the door. It's nice to feel wanted! His attire caught my attention right away. He was dressed in a tuxedo shirt with black pants and joined with a black cummerbund to match the bow tie. Kind of like a hotel bartender would wear. I was about to speak and he put a finger to my lips to stop me from saying anything so he could say "You are nearly late and the first order needs to be served real soon, so you better get yourself ready, my sweet baby Leslie!" "Hmm? What are you talking about?" with genuine sincerity on my part. His intonation and speech was quite different saying that too. I couldn't quite place it until after the next words flew from his mouth. He bolted out "What do mean, What am I talking about? You're my property, ain't you? You're my bitch fo sho, right? Those boots ain't goin' to pay for themselves! You're going to work! Now listen up, Ho!" Ah! I get it now. He was actin' like a pimp! It seems he has fallen back to what he thinks a pimp sounds like and he's trying to sound like Huggy Bear from an old Starsky and Hutch episode. Cool. I think I know what the scenario is going to be today! After about 10 minutes of lettin' me know that he's my Master, no, make that my Pimp, and I've got to do what he says or there will be some harshness that'll be more than words. I've not seen him like this before, and I have to say that the effort he has gone through to make ...