Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2)

... going to work without the benefit of bra or panties. I was extremely anxious all day at work since I would be holding Bobby in my arms before the day was over. I was still trying to decide if my obsession with him was because he was my fantasy fuck, if he was only a passing fascination, or if I really had feelings for him. Bobby and I had talked on the phone every night since he'd left and by now I was hot to be with him again. I wanted to feel him inside me now, more than ever. By the time the end of the day got here I was beside myself with wanting, Before leaving work I double checked my makeup, and went through the check list again, I had on my cuffs, all four of them, my collar, of course my cock cage was in place, and I had my leash. After that I rushed out to my car and nervously made my way to the airport. At the appointed time of his arrival I went inside the airport and stood near the gate he would be coming into. People walked by me and some, after taking a look at my collar and cuffs, smiled knowingly as if they knew I was a slave. Maybe they were in the lifestyle or at least did some role playing, but I never flinched. I was comfortable being a slave to the most wonderful man in the world and I didn't care who knew. At last I saw him coming in my direction, carrying his suitcases. I caught his eye and then knelt, holding my leash in front of me. He came to me, took the leash, and clicked it onto my collar. I remained on my knees until I felt him tug the leash ...

... upward. Only then did I rise to my feet so he could see I was dressed as instructed. “Hello, slave.” “Hello, Master, it's so good to see you again.” Finally I could constrain myself no longer and practically threw myself at him. He dropped his bags and caught me and holding me close, kissing me passionately. “I've missed you so much, Master,” I whispered in his ear. Releasing me Bobby took up the leash and lead me out of the airport, several people stopping to watch me as I calmly walked a little behind my Master, keeping some slack in the leash, while carrying his luggage. He waited in the car while I put his luggage in the trunk. Once I was behind the wheel and beginning to move, I could see him relaxing more and more. “Have you thought any about growing your business?” “Yes, sir. I've contacted a few of girls I thought might be interested.” “And?” “They wanted to know when,” I answered and grinned. “Cool! I've been looking into the more practical aspects, like locations. Of course, for the bedroom scenes we can use a hotel or even one of theirs, or ours. We also need to figure out the pay rate. I've talked to a friend in the porn industry and she said that they get paid according to what thy do. Nude shots pay the least, masturbation pays more, fucking is more, blow jobs are more, cum shots pay more and different fetishes pay the most. And yes, a gang bang is considered a fetish.” “If you record me getting spanked, is that a fetish?” “It certainly is and pays well. So does ...