I am so nervous waiting at the appointed place to meet my Master for the first time in person. I wear the outfit He commanded me to wear, my denim mini skirt, my tight low cut top that matched the skirt, ankle socks and my sneakers. I look at my watch and sigh. I’m almost 2 hours early. I know I’m extremely early but being nervous and driving across country did not help. I was feeling closed in. I had to get outside. Looking around I see the beautiful mountains everywhere. Snow capped even in summer. I see the ocean, hear the waves, breathe in deep and smell the salty air. Being outside and near the water is taking away some of the nervous edge, as I start to relax. I sit on the bench, close my eyes, breathe in deep then slowly exhale as I feel a breeze gently blow my hair. All of a sudden I feel someone standing next to me.

“Excuse me, do you have the time, Miss?” they ask me.

“Yes, it’s 9:30,” I say and I watch them slowly walk away.

The nervousness is now back in force. I keep checking my watch. Time seems to be standing still. Finally 15 minutes goes by, now it’s only quarter to 10. I start to pace as I walk up and down the pier, looking at the mountains, counting the birds, listening to the waves, watching the people as they walk around. I lean against the railing on the pier when He walks up behind me and says, “Excuse me.”

As I turn around He looks to my neck and smiles, seeing the tag that was lovingly put there a month before. The tag simply states: Slave “Pet” Property of Master Firm. He reaches out and takes it in His hand, barely touching my skin, although the slightest touch sets off all my nerve endings as I have to rely on the railing behind me to keep me on my feet. He smiles as He looks right at me. I look at His hand at my throat holding His ownership tag and trail my eyes up His arm to look Him in the eye. His blue eyes seem to look right through my green ones to my soul as if knowing exactly how I think and feel. He sees all my passion, love, wanting, needing, and insecurities. He lets His hand drop slowly, the back of His hand moving toward my breast, as I close my eyes and shiver in response.

I feel His hand leave, I open my eyes. He takes me by the hand, and leads me toward the bench I was sitting on earlier. I follow obediently as we sit down and start to talk about generalities to put me at ease, knowing I’m so nervous and not wanting to rush me. It doesn’t take but a few minutes to totally relax, and feel so comfortable in His presence. Which reminds me why I fell in love with my Master in the first place. He makes me feel so secure, safe, protected, wanted and loved.

“Come on, Baby, let’s go home,” He tells me as He stands and offers me His hand. I take His hand, smile and we walk together, my hand in His as we go back to our vehicles to start my new life. A life of learning, of servitude and of love. As we get home I take my suitcase out of my truck, desperately in need of a shower.