Dressing for my Master

Master is coming round tonight and I have the flat to myself. He wants me dressed and ready for him. Good! I am aching for his meaty manhood and looking forward to tasting his cum.

He has given me instructions as to what I must wear and I know exactly what will turn him on most. I have the requisite clothes and hope he will like what I have done. The only change I have made is that I have no tights – I hope he likes the pull ups I am wearing.

I take my time getting ready. The first thing is an enema to make sure that I am nice and clean for my Master man. I go into the bathroom and strip naked, my 6.5 inches beginning to stir already. I am getting excited, not at the physical act of ablution, but the reason for it – the act of cleansing for my Master.

Slowly, I lube my little anus. It is tight and I have deliberately kept it this way. I have not been fucked by many men and have exercised my tight little bud to keep it taut for the man that I want to have it. And that is my Master, the man that turns me on most.

My finger pokes further into my tight little bud, pretending it is my Master pushing his finger in, with little regard for my wishes, only thinking of his, whispering in my ear what a little slut I am, how I am letting myself down letting him do this....

My cock is now fully stiff and the urge to play with it is very strong, but I remember what Master says: "It is for me to decide when you cum and how you cum Sarah, so if you feel the need, phone me." I continue to massage my anus, now pushing two fingers up it, trying, but not succeeding to reach my prostate to heighten the feeling.

Talking of heightening the feeling, Master has promised that he will bring poppers tonight – I have never tried this before, but he promises that they will make me a wild sexual beast. I am nervous about it, I have never ever taken drugs before. However, I have read up on it and the effects are not debilitating or long lasting, so I am willing to try it for my Master