The shower felt quite incredible, and she decided just...to check the computer one more time to see if he was on. A frown crossed her features, however within moments that bell that told her he got online made her smile immediately. She bit her lower lip as she waited anxiously for what he was going to type.

-Hello baby. What are you wearing tonight?-

She already was getting a tingling between her legs in her freshly shaved pussy.

-Just a silky robe. Tied at the middle with a belt.-

-Take it off for Master.-

Just like the many times before, she obeyed. She knew that he couldn't see her..how could he it was just over the internet...just for fun. She draped it over the chair before sitting back down, reading -Nice tits- as her hand travelled between her legs.

-Nice Birthmark.-

Immediately she tensed, her fingers lifting from her pussy as she leaned forward toward the screen in confusion. She had refused anything personal simply because she hadn't believed this to be a 'real' relationship.

-Come to the Closet-

Immediately she felt a chill run through her body, but as though she was in some sort of trance she rose from the chair, stepping rather timidly toward the closet. She opened the door slowly but before she even opened the door fully he was on top of her. She landed on her back hard, crying out against his hand, screaming, really - his hand shoving between her legs.

Her back arched as he remove his hand, putting it to his lips and tasting her her blue eyes wide. It didn't help matters that in a moment there was a knife at her nipple.

"You want to keep that?"

She nodded furiously, tears in her eyes.

"Then do exactly as I say."

She didn't know what to do...and there was a knife involved. This couldn't be him..she had never told him where she lived..she had never gotten that personal. But here he was..on top of her, so easily overpowering her slight frame. If her lips were free she would be already begging him to let her go..at least get something to wear but his hand was clamped firmly over her mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly in her fear. He had pinned her in a way that his knees were spread to about shoulder-width between her legs, which forced her legs spread, and she bent her legs, whimpering against his hand.