He paused, his hands lightly touching the mask that covered my eyes. “You may put your arms down,” he said, “Keep them at your sides.” It was a relief to lower them, and I was tempted to cover my body, but I held them carefully out of the way.

He removed the blindfold and I blinked a minute, my eyes adjusting to the light again, before I looked up at him. He was seated in front of me and my eyes were just about on a level with his lap, at least that’s what drew my attention first. His legs open, wearing jeans, and then his the noticeable bulge of – it had to be his cock – as my eyes moved up his body.

Quickly, I moved my gaze to his face. His mouth looked a bit stern, but his eyes pulled me in, bright blue eyes that seemed both kind and wise, as if he had seen a lot and had many stories to tell. I bit my lip and tore my eyes away, focusing on the rest of him. He looked to be about my age, maybe early forties. Dark brown hair with a few streaks of gray that did actually make him look distinguished.

I wondered what he saw as he looked at me. Late 30s, reddish hair, hazel eyes… he had already had the chance to look at my body. Now he was focused on my face, as if he were reading my character and judging my worth. Then he smiled, and nodded just a bit. I thought I would go to great lengths to earn that smile and nod.

“My name is Master Alexander,” he said, “Master Alex in less formal circumstances. I have lots of questions for you, and I’m sure you have some for me. I think you’ll be more comfortable if you pull a stool over to sit on while we talk.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said. I felt awkward getting back on my feet, my knees were stiff and I felt a bit shaky.

“Stretch your legs a minute,’ he suggested, “shake them out. You still have a long day ahead of you.” That sounded like a good idea, but I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, feeling dreadfully exposed and awkward. He grinned. “You might actually just stretch. Walk around the room. I’d like to see how you move.” I felt a rush of embarrassment run through me, ‘as if I were a horse,’ I thought. But I felt arousal too, like a tug at my core, my pussy heating.

“If you need the bathroom, it’s in the back, to the right, right there,” he added. I realized I did need the bathroom, so I had to turn my back to him to walk toward it. The back wall was almost covered by a mirror, so I could see myself walking toward it, and him watching at the same time. Without a thought, my arms flew up to cover me, one crossing my breasts, the other hiding my bare pussy. “Stop,” he said.

I froze, arms still in place. “Take a breath,” he said. Obediently, I breathed deeply. “Again,” he said. As I took the second breath, my arms naturally relaxed and I brought them back to my sides. “Good girl,” he said, and I smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stood and took the few steps that brought him directly behind me. “Of course you know not to cover yourself,” he said. “But just look how pretty you are.” We were both looking at my reflection in the mirror. “Pretty breasts, your nipples all hard, just begging to be touched. Or maybe just lightly flicked with the tip of a crop.” I gasped, bit my lip, and felt another surge of heat rush through my body, running from my nipples, which had gotten even harder, straight to my core. He smiled as if he knew the effect he had on me.

“Now,” he continued, “Can you keep your hands at your sides or do you need to put them behind your back?”

“I can keep them down, Sir,” I said, sounding a bit short of breath.

“Good girl,” he said. “I’m going to sit back down. When i say start, i want you to walk slowly to the back and then you’re free to use the bathroom. There is a door, but no need to close it. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watched him settle in his chair behind me, taking his time. He picked up a coffee cup and took a sip, then said, “You may start.”

It felt like the longest walk of my life. I watched myself in the mirror, trying to move gracefully, but all I could think was, ‘awkward, you’re so awkward, he’s not going to want you, why did you even decide to do this?’ I knew I could opt out at any time, with just a word, but miserable though this was at the moment, I had no intention of giving up.

I made it to the bathroom, grateful to escape his gaze. The door was held open with a hook attached to the wall. I didn’t even think about closing it, by then I had to pee. I was halfway through when I realized he could probably hear me. “Stupid Dom tricks,” I muttered under my breath. I had been so wet with arousal my pussy was dripping and it took several tries to dry off. A wet wipe was helpful too. I washed my hands carefully and started to make the endless trek back to the front of the room.

Master Alex had moved a stool out to the center of the room, directly across from him. Deciding to avoid his gaze, I locked my eyes on the stool, kept my arms down, and began walking as gracefully as I could.