AI art by me.

It is JUST a story. One with a “someone” in mind but that someone will never know or see it or the story.

Hanna knelt before him.

Her soft green eyes were barely visible as she swept her gaze up from the floor, almost to his face but not quite.  She was being submissive, respectful, waiting.  Her shoulders were bare, as were most of her breasts.  They were not large ones.  They were the small, sweet ones of a young woman, a very young woman, and she knew that was part of the problem.

Master G gazed down on her, offering to him. There was no mistaking it.  She was offering all she was to him, right now, right here; all he needed to do was accept her, take her, and collar her.  He didn’t hold back his gaze from being leering.  Hanna invited him to leer, to fantasize, to use whatever words or depraving titles he wished.  She would accept it all.  He knew it.

“Strip.” He breathed.

She nodded once.  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a whisper, but she didn’t stand or need to do so.  In the space of two or three spartan motions, she was completely naked to his gaze.

“Display.” He spoke.

Hanna showed her training and knowledge as she opened her thighs, put her hands on top of them with palms up, and arched her back to jut out her perky, rounded tits.  Her nipples looked like they could cut glass.

Walking around her, he took in the sights.  Well-shaped, firm ass, dimples above ass cheeks.  A trio of brown beauty marks on her lower back made a nice little constellation.  Her pubic hair was cut very short, very precise in a line no wider than her finger above her clit and labia.  

“You paid attention.” He remarked.

She allowed herself to give a tiny grin but no attitude.  “Of course, I did, Sir.”  She answered.

Hanna had been “pestering” him on his AMA for over two months now.  He began to suspect at the beginning, but it became more apparent as she continued to ask specific questions, vetting him while also learning how best to please him.  “How do you prefer I should shave my pussy, Sir?” It had been the fifth question she’d asked.

G had been the object of young submissive’s questions and followings before.  He had two slaves whom he’d owned for quite a while now, and they had a good polycule.  They knew who and what he was.  He could play with whatever toys or make whatever dynamics he pleased.  They would like to be consulted, but they knew who the law was.  

It became apparent that Miss AMA wasn’t just looking for a play partner but wanted something more.  He was honest with her to the point of bluntness.  Hanna was a masochist.  She did enjoy self-spanking to please a dominant.  She loved anal play and had a good collection of plugs already.  She was familiar with and had experienced various forms of impact play.  She now understood the difference between submissive and slave.

Master G had laid it all out for her and anyone else to read.  He’d put the answers into a Writing Collection for future reference by anyone else.  Hanna then contacted him through DM and confessed who she was, provided her references, and gave him the contact information for those who could verify her details.  

She’d been thorough.  Her references all had great things to say about her, except she wouldn’t ever truly submit to any of them because “she was waiting for someone else.”  This sent Red Flag warnings to G, but he warned her, she agreed to it, and he let his slaves vet her between the two of them.

His girls were very protective, very loyal, and quite fierce.  Hanna weathered them without too many tears, but his girls admitted they put her through her paces.  The main sticking point had been her age.  She was barely 21.  How could she possibly know what she wanted that young?  How could she truly understand the kind of dynamic he was talking about?  It didn’t seem possible.

His first slave, Fey, was the one to point out to him the truth of it.  Hanna had been in the lifestyle, for better or worse, since she was 17.  She’d done a lot and had a lot done to her.  Every hole of hers had been owned, plundered, and pillaged before she was 19.  She hadn’t had or accepted a long-term dynamic with anyone since 19.  Why?  It was then she stumbled across Master G’s Writings.  

Hanna loved his stories, which her wrote and his explanations of the dynamics.  His communication ideas with submissives or slaves, as well as his advice.  She knew he wrote as he lived.  Knowing his stories, knowing Master G as a dominant was what she learned.

“Master, she may seem young, but I think she has found you, stalked you, and led you carefully on a path of her own choosing to this point.  The girl knows what she wants.  She wants you.” Fey had finished.  “We not only approve of her.  We like her.”

Still…Master G was not a young man.  Hanna was perilously close enough in age to be a granddaughter.  The other sticking point and also the greatest temptation was that very air of innocence about her.  He knew he was a predator, whether or not the term was socially acceptable.  Dominants were predators, but supposedly predators with strong ethics and rules.  That was the idea, anyway.  Too many forgot that part of it and bent or ignored the rules.

Fey had that air of innocence he’d enjoyed corrupting.  Oh, she was already corrupt before he ever touched her, but she grew more so under his guidance.  Hanna?  Gods, Hanna was like…like…a vast, beautiful field of virgin snow that hadn’t been tread upon yet.  She, the field, begged to be well used and trampled…within established ethics, of course.  

Oh, he knew she was not a blushing virgin, but her skin was blushing and flushing before him right now.  The longer he looked at her, the more agitated her breathing became, and she’d begun to bite her lower lip.

“I warned you about that.” He softly growled.

Hanna jumped at his voice and stammered, “I know, Sir.  I know…” Her voice trembled on the word, becoming a whimper.  “I can’t help it.  I really can’t!” She protested.

He’d warned her that biting her lip was a red flag to dominants like him.  She kept doing it, then she was going to be taken and spanked in more than one way.  There was no guile in her.  She wasn’t trying to trick him.  She was becoming too aroused, too sensitive, to hold back anymore.

“Stop it.” He told her.  There was no heat in his voice.  He wasn’t the type to yell.  Yelling meant the dominant had lost control of himself and had no business trying to control anyone else, either.  His voice was firm.

Hanna jumped once more but took a deep breath, let it out slowly, spread her thighs even further, and visibly relaxed.  “Yes, Sir.  May I close my eyes, please?”  She begged.

“You may.” He acknowledged.  He’d never told her she couldn’t, but she was showing her good instincts to beg something, never just ask.  She closed her eyes, and slowly she was calm again.

“You want this so badly?” He asked.

She squirmed.  “Yes, Sir.  I…I can’t explain how much.  I’ve done all you’ve asked.  You know…well…you know…” She stopped herself from getting anywhere close to an argument or recriminations.

“I do.  It’s one thing to know and another to see.  Isn’t it?  One thing to know and another to feel, eh?” He asked.

Hanna shivered.  “It is, Sir…oh, Goddess, so very much so.” Her whisper was part whimper.

He decided on one or two more tests.  “Edge yourself…as I instructed before.”

She nodded, and her fingers reached down between her thighs instantly without question or hesitation.  Her moans began as soon as she touched herself.  He knew she was already on the edge.  This was just making it worse.  He waited.

Hanna’s cries reached a crescendo quickly, and her body shook like a leaf in the wind, but just as she was almost there, she stopped herself, took her hands away, and let out a soft, keening sob.  After a few seconds, she began once more.  

While he watched, she repeated it four more times, and her sobs became more plaintive and wet as tears streaked down her face now.  She was getting ready to start the fifth round when he told her, “Stop.”

Hanna nodded and went back to display pose as her sobs still shook her frame.

“Eyes.” He commanded.

She opened them to look into his, and he saw how wide, deep, and dark her eyes were at that moment.  She was raw and bare to him in a way that nothing was protecting her anymore.  All her defenses were gone.

“You didn’t ask how many times or how long?  Why not?” He asked.

She took a moment to compose herself so that she could answer.  “I…I knew I should just keep going until you released me from it, Sir.  Did I do something wrong?” Her voice sounded very worried.

Quite the contrary, he thought, but didn’t say it out loud.  Not yet.  

“You would have kept going until I stopped you?” He asked.

She took a breath, then hesitantly said, “Yes, Sir.”  Her tone was the same as if he’d asked if water was wet.  Of course, it was, Silly Master G.

The way she’d said it and meant it.  He was done making her wait.

“You will rise and bring me a chair.  I will sit down and give you a good, proper OTK spanking and maybe finger you if you beg well enough.  Afterwards, we will discuss how you’ll begin as my submissive first, then we’ll see where it goes.  For now, I am only Sir.” He commanded.

She let out a gasp and nearly collapsed to the ground.  “Uh…uh…yes, Sir.  Right away, Sir. Thank you, Sir.  THANK YOU!” She was up and looking for a chair within seconds.  Her scramble seemed very desperate and hurried.

What? Did she think he was going to change his mind if she didn’t move fast enough? He thought, but avoided laughing or slowing her down.  He’d learned early on that fear of displeasing him was always a healthy attitude to foster in his women.