I met a lesbian gal pal online in a chatroom.We talked every day, even just a few minutes here and there. I found out that she used to be a Dominatrix in real life but said she still did it online. I had been curious on ther subject for some time, but had never really talked or told anyone ther before. We spent a couple of hours just talking of ther subject one night. I asked her what seemed like a hundred different questions on the subject, and she patiently answered every one of them. I went to bed that night with those thoughts on my mind, wondering what it would be like to be a slave for her. By ther time, I really liked her, felt that we had become good friends. I thought, how hard could it be to be her slave, she my Master?

By the next day, I had just a few more questions for her, which she again answered patiently. By the end of the conversation, she seemed to know what I wanted more than I did at the time. she asked if I wanted to be her slave and after a few minutes I finally told she yes. she told me that I had to say it to her, and that I had to call her Master when I did so. After a few more minutes, I told her the words that she wanted to hear. she told me that I was now her slave and she was my Master. After that, we didn't talk much more about it. Occasionally something would come out, but she would usually have to go do something away from the computer and that would end that part of the conversation. she usually had me thinking of things by the time I got off the computer by the end of the night and I couldn't wait to meet her in person.

Finally the two weeks were up and I was to pick her up at the airport . I got there went in to wait for her. As I was waiting for her to get there, I started getting a little nervous. I sat there, knowing that I was thinking way to much, just making things worse for myself. Then they announced that her flight was coming in and that it would be a few moments before the passengers would be coming in. I got up and started pacing, trying to calm myself down. The passengers started coming off the plane and I watched every one of them. None were her though. I started thinking that maybe she didn't come, when I saw someone else coming from the doorway. It was her, I knew from her pictures, I felt her.

We stood where we were, just looking at each other. Then she walked toward me. I couldn't move; I just stood there, wondering what she was thinking. she reached me in a few steps, then stood looking down at me. I think she was trying to read me, I guess she liked what she read because she reached up, putting her hand in my hair and pulled me to she as she leaned down for a kiss. By the time she was done, I was more excited than I was nervous. she kept her hand in my hair and lifted her head enough to look me in the eyes.

We got home and quickly got busy.

"Thank you for coming Master." I took her snatch into my mouth, sliding my tongue all around it. She tasted so good. I managed to lap it all. She squirted all over my wanting face. She took both her hands and pulled my hair while she started to fuck my mouth. I gripped the back of her thighs. she slowed down, a little at a time then I felt her trembling again and knew she was cumming again. I could feel her pussy cum sliding down the back of my throat, I swallowed all of it, then licked her pussy clean.

"Are you grateful slave " she asked

"Yes Master uh Thank you Master " I said.