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Unmasked at Fabiola’s favourite coffee shop — what does this mean for their future?

Fabiola received a mystery package which led to a hot adventure with someone who called himself Master Thyme. During their second date, he tied her with rope for the first time. Would he take up the BDSM another notch? His next surprise package contained yet another method of deepening their BDSM connection. Is she still up for it?

Several days after their last date, Fabiola’s nipples were still sore. She smiled every time they brushed against her bra since it took her back to that delicious evening. She had never known pain and torment could be this enticing.

Butterflies sprung up in her tummy every time she thought about her mystery lover. He knew exactly how and where to touch her, which fantasies to make true. They were meant to be together; there was no doubt about it. But did they actually have a future together, or were they destined to continue to meet up in anonymous hotel rooms with Fabiola blindfolded? She wanted to look into his eyes and snuggle up at his chest. You know, normal stuff. Would they ever be like that?

It had been way too long since she had received word from Master Thyme. She longed for more of their adventures and, most of all: more of him. She still didn’t think it was appropriate to send a message, seeing as he called her ‘his slave.’ But she was getting close to taking that step.

Today, she accepted Gemma’s offer to get a coffee at their usual coffee place. Maybe that would take her mind off things.

“Hey girl,” Gemma welcomed her friend at the entrance of the coffee shop. They kissed each other on the cheek and walked in.

“You want your usual, Gem?” Fabiola asked her friend.

“Sure, I’ll reserve a table for us.” The place was quiet, but the girls had one spot they liked the best, so it couldn’t hurt to occupy it.

Fabiola noticed their regular barista wasn’t working the counter. She studied the guy taking orders, he looked faintly familar, but perhaps she’d seen him working here.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

Fabiola felt like the floor was swept from under her feet. She nearly buckled through her knees. She blinked, and her mouth fell open. This was him, Master Thyme!

He made his way around the counter and grabbed her by her lower back. “Don’t fall for me, slave girl,” he whispered with a chuckle. “Do you want your regular order?”

Fabiola nodded, still dumb-struck.

“Go join your friend. I’ll make your drinks and bring them over when Paula returns from her break.”

Fabiola felt like an idiot when she joined Gemma at her table.

Gemma’s eyes were filled with worry. “Fab, what’s going on? Are you all right?”

“It’s him,” Fabiola finally managed to utter after she had sat down.

“Him who? Your secret Master?” Gemma replied in disbelief.

Fabiola slowly nodded. “I recognised his voice. There’s no doubt.”

“So… where’s our coffee?” Gemma asked with a grin.

“He said he’d bring it in a minute. I can’t believe it, Gems.”

Gemma shrugged. “Well, you had to know him from somewhere. It makes a lot of sense that he’d seen you here.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Fabiola found it challenging to wrap her head around this idea. It made her secret lover suddenly very real. “I didn’t even say anything to him. He must think I’m so stupid.”

Gemma tapped her hand in comfort. “He’s seen more of you than anyone in this room, myself included. I doubt that’s going to put him off.”

“I guess you’re right.”

She glanced back at the counter where her mystery lover was preparing their coffees. He was and wasn’t what she had expected. He fit his voice if that makes sense, but somehow she had pictured him differently. She was so lost in her thoughts that she was startled when two cups of coffee were placed on their table.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked and sat down when Gemma motioned that was okay.

“I’m Tim,” he introduced himself and shook hands with the two women. “Have you recovered from the shock?” He asked Fabiola.

She nodded. “Yes, I suppose so. You must think I’m a fool.”

He enveloped her hand with his. “No, I don’t. What we have is special, and I doubt you were expecting to meet me here today.”

Fabiola shook her head. “No, that’s not what I expected.”

“Are you okay with it, with me?” Tim asked earnestly.

“Yes, of course. I like seeing your eyes.” She looked into his clear blue eyes before casting her own eyes down.

“So do I.”

“Okay, you love birds, go get a room or something,” Gemma interjected.

The other two giggled. “Again?” Tim responded. “Though I must say I have plenty of things I want to explore with you, if you’re willing, of course.” He stroked her hand lovingly.

“I’m willing,” Fabiola replied softly. She was nearly trembling with excitement, and her hands turned all sweaty. “But I’m gonna miss the mystery.”

Tim shrugged. “There’s no need. We can continue to meet like we did, with the only difference you now know who I am.”

“You could, maybe, if you want, come to my place, so you don’t have to rent a hotel room,” Fabiola suggested.

“If that’s what you prefer.”

He was so kind and considerate, just the man she had thought she had fallen in love with.

“Right, that’s settled. You’re going to her place tonight and have sex the way you two prefer,” Gemma interjected, to remind them that she was still there.

Fabiola and Tim both blushed and smiled. “You okay with that?” He asked Fabiola.

She nodded in return. “I’ll text you my address. I’ll wait for you in my bedroom, second door to the left.”

“Well, I got to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight.”

After he left, Fabiola nearly squealed in joy. “He’s so handsome,” she whispered to Gemma.

Gemma shook her head. “You two are so in love with each other. Don’t mess it up, girl. That would be a waste.”

“I won’t, I definitely won’t.”

The two girls leisurely drank their coffees before Fabiola nervously headed home to prepare for the evening.

After a short dinner, she took a long shower and ensured her body was prepped to perfection. In her text to tell Tim her address, she had suggested 8 pm. She hoped that wasn’t too untoward.

Ten minutes before the appointed time, she opened the front door and left it a little ajar.

In the bedroom, she arranged all the equipment Master Thyme had given her in the past before sitting down amidst all the toys, stripping off her clothes and putting on the blindfold. Being naked made her extra nervous, but she figured it was about time he saw everything.

When she had heard the front door squeak and then close, she peeked for a moment who entered the bedroom. She figured that was less of an offence now that she had seen him already. It was Tim. She quickly cast her eyes down and waited in submission.

“I was going to say what nice place you live in, but that was before I discovered what treasure I have here,” Master Thyme remarked.

She flinched as he touched her shoulder.

“Are you ready to give me your all?” He asked, his voice suddenly laden with lust.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

Fabiola surmised from the rustling that he, too, was undressing.

“Hold out your hands,” he instructed.

She held out her hands flat in front of her body.

Her Master placed an item on them.

“This is a crop. It’s a type of whip I want to use on you if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you remember your safe words?”

“Green, orange, red, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now let me get you in the mood, as I plan to go far tonight.”

The way the bed dented, she figured he was sitting next to her. He took the crop from her hands. She nearly yelped in surprise as he grabbed her right nipple and lifted her breast upwards. She threw back her head at the sensation.

“I so love your breasts; I could play with them all night.” He grabbed her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

Fabiola found it difficult to deal with the pain. It was intense, and it made her feel so submissive at once. How could that even happen?

He traced her boob with the whip.

‘He’s not going to hit me there with that, is he?’

Fabiola thought.

“Don’t worry, my girl. I won’t do that to you yet. Get up and turn around.”

Fabiola stood up and faced away from the bed.

He tapped her on the ass with the whip. “You ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

He slapped her hard. It stung, but it wasn’t too bad.

“Can you handle that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. I’m going to hit you a few times more. I like to see the skin reddened.”

In quick succession, he hit her ass multiple times.

It hurt more now that he did it like this, but she could take it.

“Turn around.”

She did as he asked. She hissed as he pinched her right nipple and put the clamp on it. He did the same with the left nipple.

He pulled at the chain between the clamps. “Come straddle me.”

He guided her until she was in the proper position. “Just a moment, I need to shield myself.”

She didn’t understand what he meant until she heard a foil wrapper and sniffed the faint smell of latex and lube. A condom!

“Now place your crotch over mine, but no fucking yet.”

She sucked in a breath when she felt his erection nudging her.

He pulled hard on her chain until she collapsed forward, and their lips connected.

“Kiss me,” he commanded.

She readily opened her mouth and allowed him inside. While their tongues did their dance of passion, Master Thyme both grasped her breasts and pulled at the chain between the nipple clamps. The mixture of pain and pleasure was delicious.

He pushed her away. “Now we can fuck.”

He placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy before tearing off the blindfold. “I want to look into your eyes.”

Fabiola blinked against the light. She locked eyes with Master while his erection entered her wet pussy. His look of utter delight made the experience a hundred times hotter for her.

“Good God,” he uttered while she sunk all the way around him. He stretched her deliciously.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long,” he said.

“Me too, Master.”

Slowly, she began to ride him. She was nearly lost in desire when suddenly Master pulled at the chain to her clamps. Her pussy tightened around his cock in response, eliciting an evil grin from him.

“I like that, let’s do it again.” He released the tension on the chain and pulled again. Feeling an immediate response to her pain was satisfying for Fabiola.

“That’s what a good slave girl does. Suffer for me, slave.”

Fabiola moaned in pain while Master stretched her nipples uncomfortably far.

“Enjoy my dick, slut. Take me deeper.”

She did what he asked. Her body was overcome with the gut wrenching levels of pain and the intense pleasure she endured at the same time.

“Oh God, no, not yet…I….” Masters’ arms fell back on the bed while jets of his cum shot into the condom. With a frustrated moan, he shook his head from left to right.

Fabiola rode him a little longer until he was all spent.

“Thank you, girl, come lie down next to me.”

His hand went to her pleasure centre, which he rubbed softly.

Fabiola closed her eyes and enjoyed the new flow of sensations coursing through her body. As with everything he did, he hit just the right spots.

He pulled the chain a little, which brought her orgasm closer at once.

“Cum for me, slave girl. I want to see you go over the edge.”

He tugged hard at the nipple clamps, and that move made her world explode. She travelled through a universe of stars as colours flashed before her eyes, and all her muscles contracted.

Before her orgasm had wholly passed, Master released the clamps from her nipples. The new surges of pain triggered even more mini orgasms.

After what seemed like forever, Fabiola finally came to.

“Thank you, Master.”

He smiled back at her. “You’re very welcome, my dear slave. I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, but you were just too perfect. We’ll have to do it again soon.”

“Definitely.” She bent forward and gave him a kiss on his lips. “I do have one question for you, if I may?”

“Go ahead.”

“How did you know this was what I wanted and needed. How did you know my address and my exact dreams?”

He smiled enigmatically. “Haven’t you noticed you have lost your journal?”

She frowned. “My journal? Why?”

“You left it at the coffee shop. I swear I wasn’t going to read it, but it fell open and the words you’d written on that page got my attention. And then I decided to go see if I could make your dreams of domination come true. And I think I did a decent job. What do you say?” He rubbed her previously tormented nipple.

“You acted like a stalker — invading my privacy and illegally using my address to obtain a slave girl for yourself?” Fabiola concluded.

“Yes, pretty much.”

He didn’t even look contrite. Fabiola sighed and gave a brief shake of her head.

“I guess it turned out all right in the end. Don’t do it again, I suppose.”

“Now that I have you, why would I need to catch anyone else?”

He kissed her, and soon enough, their lovemaking continued where they had stopped.

Fabiola felt more satisfied than she had ever felt in her life. His methods may have been unconventional, but they worked out fine for them. She was confident they were going to have many more adventures together. Her Mystery Lover was here to stay!

The End.


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