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From the Chair

He told to remove my stocking and go to the bedroom. I removed my black stockings leaving my bottom nude. I still had on my black dress and leopard print bra (which Sir calls a foundation) "Pull you're skirt up lean over the bed and wait for me." His voice had that harsh edge to it like i was a petulent child and he would send me to my room for punishment. I walked to the room keenly aware that his eyes were watching me go. I obediently pulled my skirt up so my hips were exposed and leaned over the bed. My ass is voluptuous , my hips soft and their shape full. I could hear him still in the other room. (What was he doing? When would he come?) I waited. I knew better than to move. He would have his way and i would be his . I like being his, I felt my pussy swell and dew tickled my lips. He came to the door way and saw i was in position. "Very good Gigi. It pleases me that you listen and are obedient. " I felt happy that he was pleased and waited for him . I could sense him standing there watching from the door way. " Take your hands and spread your ass for me, I want to see your pussy" I put my hands on my hips and spread them as i am told. "Very good Gigi. GIgi are you a good girl? " "Yes " "YES WHAT?" His tone grew serious. I answered again sofly"Yes Master T." "Who's pussy is that Gigi?" "Yours" i answer my face still away from him and facing the wall. He walked quickly across the room and grabbed me by my hair he pulled me up so my ear was next to his mouth. My body went tense knowing I had not responded properly. " Answer me correctly Gigi. Who's pussy is that!?" he now spoke through clenched teeth. I had tried his patience a few times in this subject. My hair was wrapped in his fist and my neck was wrenched back so my face was up . "Yours Master T!" With his hand still clenching my hair he lowered me back to the bed. In a low controlled voice he spoke matter of fact lyrics, " Gigi. Now I am not going to fuck you., you know what I want , but you don't listen and I am tired of reminding you."

He released me . " Sit up and wait here" I scrambled to sit up scolding myself for not using the right terms. Why was it so hard for me to call him Master? I felt that i was his. That he owned me. But sometimes the word just wouldn't come out. His decision was made and evident in his voice, and it was my doing. I sat with my hands in my lap my eyes down I knew I was in the wrong. I thought I would try

"Dont leave" I pleaded. He likes honesty and femininity, but has no tolerance for sniveling. I looked up at him hoping, I was met with one word: "Quiet. " His voice was firm, but calm and I knew better than to comment or ask again. He turned and walked from the room. I could hear him move something around and then walked back carrying a folding chair with a plush seat cushion. He set the chair up facing it away from the bed, so it faced his closet. He left it there then came and sat on the bed behind me . He picked up the remote to the tv and then without looking at me he ordered me, " go sit in that chair" I got up and slowly went to the chair. He said "Wait. Remove your dress. Keep your back to me." With my back to him i unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I started to turn to look at him, but he commanded, "Do not turn around. Do not look at me until you can acknowledge who owns you, who provides for you, and who takes care of you. I am your master, and you are mine. No one else's. Today your only job is to learn this. Now sit in the chair until I call for you. " Suddenly I hated folding chairs.

(2) I sat on that chair. He didn't speak. He turned the tv on. At first I tried to sit still and think about my words. I began to get squirmy after 15 minutes. I was in this stupid chair and he wasnt even going to tell me what to do or when I could move: he just sat there watching TV. My mind was dipping between being indignant, and being penitent. I don't even think he was looking at me. What good was this exercise? I AM sorry. He KNOWS I am sorry. Why doesn't he just say something. But I started to feel bad, Insecurities washing over me. My thoughts continue to race in my head. I felt panicky that i lost his approval, and worse I had disappointed him and i felt alone. "Gigi" One word. One. Word. How hungry I had already become for just one. The TV sound cut out , it was still on I could see the light flickering on the walls, but it was muted. My earlier building disdain melted and I hoped this was my second chance.

"Yes Master T" I responded softly, submissively. "Very good Gigi." Approval . My heart was beating again. "Now," his voice became almost fatherly, " listen to me. I know you. I know what you want. I Know Who You Are. I know you better than you know you. I knew you before you were mine. Acknowledge me. Are you listening to my words?" "Yes Master T" "You are mine . " "Do you agree Gigi?" "Yes! Yes Master T!" " Then why must I remind you to address me properly! Why do you persist in this behavior? DO NOT ANSWER ME. " He got up and swiftly came over to me , he grabbed my arm and pulled me up somewhat roughly . Still holding onto my arm, and with his other hand he took the chair and turned it around, I realized I wasn't done with the chair and a whimper escaped me as he pulled me around the chair and sat me back down in it. His hand went to my chin and pulled my face up to look at him. He held on tightly and i winced. He looked into my eyes for a few seconds then let me go , walking back over to the bed he laid across it on his side and unmuted the tv. He was facing me but did not make eye contact with me. Now I really did feel lost. I knew I had wronged him. I didn't like that he wouldn't let me come to him. I was disappointed he didn't release me from the chair. I looked at him.

I felt desire.

Desire to be taken by him. Desire to burn this stupid chair.

(3) Although not that much time had passed it felt like hours. But now I could see him and I liked this much better than having my back to him. I watched him watch TV on his bed. every feature about him was becoming burned into my head as I watched. I did not like being in this chair I wanted to go to him and resume our session. On occasion he would look over at me and say "who am I Gigi?" and I would respond " you are Master T" Although I knew this was the right answer he never seemed too pleased with my answer. After about 20 more minutes he spoke. He sat up on the edge of the bed and walked over to me. He put his hand on my face and put his fingers through my hair and gently tightened his grasp he kept my head and position looking straight ahead which was at his waist " Gigi I don't think that your understanding what I'm asking of you. You see I do not want you to address me as Master T because I have told you to. Yes of course that is part of it but if you do not willingly address me as such then I am not sure that I want you to address me as anything more than sir." As he was speaking he slid his hand down and started unclasping my foundation. Something he seldom did for me as he generally liked me to decide when it was time to be nude. He took one side off then the other side. As he stripped me of my final piece of clothing, and it fell to the floor i felt all my independence go with it. I raised my eyes to his. I felt humbleness wash over me and I was ready to submit to him. He was looking at my body. I sometimes hated being looked at nude as i felt insecure at first, but he always made me feel like my body was a pleasure to him. . His touch was tender and I was feeling completely vulnerable. Then I knew. He was not Master T! That was what others might know him as. He was in charge at work. He exuded authority wherever he went. I had seen people give him respect just by his presence. But I was his.

I belonged to him. All of the people in this life shared his life because there existed a connection of necessity. But with me it was different. I am his. "I understand now. " I said. His head snapped up and he locked eyes, for a few seconds not speaking . "May I answer your question now?" I softly said. He stared a few more seconds. Then "Gigi, who...am...I?" "You are My Master. " Pleasure and approval washed overt his face. "YES!" He then stood a smile on his face. Holding his hand out he said " Come, come away from that chair, come to my bed. Gigi, the choice has always been the chair, or the bed. And you will always decide where you will want to be. Now let me be your Master"

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