Masterful encounter (short story)

Jennifer`s instructions had been brief but concise. She was to dress simply, all in black, with no underwear of any kind. She had been given an address and a time to be there. It was the summons she had awaited for so long. It was here she would meet the man who would become her new master. The idea was both thrilling and frightening. To be given away to a total stranger was the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy, but now that it was becoming real, the idea made Jennifer tremble.
The door of the large, impressive home was unlocked. As the note instructed, she proceeded directly to the receiving chamber at the end of the main hall. It was a room of modest scale, dominated by a low, massive table. The sight of the straps, locks and whips already arranged on the table produced a shiver of delicious anxiety. She even dared to pick up a small whip and examine it, trying it on her own body. It was her first transgression.
And quickly observed by the sternly handsome man who had silently joined her in the chamber. She felt his solid grip on her arm as he took the whip away. From then on, all power was his. She did her best to be completely compliant as he undressed, holding her arms up behind her back as she had been trained while he exposed her tits, which seemed to please him.
Once more the naked slave, she felt the collarslide around her neck, the heavy belt locked around her middle. When he made her stand on the table so he could cuff her ankles, Jennifer blushed at the thought of how obvious the wetness of her pussy must be from his perspective.
With her hands firmly cuffed behind her back, there was little she could do to protect her modesty. Indeed, she had been taught to always keep her legs apart when collared for her user`s convenience, and Jennifer always tried to be an obedient girl.
The touch of the whip made her shudder as he used it to slowly trace each curve of her naked body.
Standing up on the table, she truly felt as if she were on the auction block, awaiting sale. But this transaction was already completed.
Jennifer braced herself to stand as still as possible when he used the whip for a few testing strokes on her back. He knew his business, striking hard but accurately. It wasn`t easy to hold her position but she prided herself on her training. Indeed, she sank automatically into the respectful kneeling position while he rigged up the overhead straps to hold her for some serious flogging, which he administered ruthlessly, making making her whole body blaze with bride red stripes. She had been warned that he was fond of the whip. Fortunately, so was she.
And then came the most important part. Jennifer was strapped down to the table, spread out like a banquet. Even her belt was secured by chain around the table. Now he would truly claim her as his.
Jennifer surrender utterly to his desires, and her own.