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  In all of my short time so far during this life I've noticed we all share one trait ingrained deep in our personalities. No matter how much we think we are different from the next person we all go through a physical pain deep in our soul when we have to admit being wrong. Every one of us will argue passionately trying to get the other person to see our point of view till the bitter end before admitting defeat.

  Case in point would be me currently. Before Drake brought me back to my apartment Sunday, he told me we wouldn't be able to see each other again till the 19th. His work schedule was already booked solid until then. Meaning I wouldn't get to see him again for 18 days!

  Almost three full weeks with only video chat, text, and phone calls to satisfy my craving for him. Spending almost every second of that time with my phone glued to my hand. By the time the second Saturday came around I was going through withdrawals like an addict.

  Before leaving me Sunday afternoon he reminded me of his no touching rule. Placing the palm of his hand between my legs and cupping my sex. His eyes shining with pride and male satisfaction at the way my body jolted at his touch. Heating my blood and bringing my arousal back to life instantly.

  Drake left mere moments later.  Driving away leaving me staring at the back of his car. My body craving his touch more with every inch of distance growing between us. My skin coming alive with electricity under my skin searching for an  outlet. Growing higher everyday since.

  By that twelfth day I couldn't handle it anymore. I felt like something was living under my skin! Crawling like ants begging for his touch and some type of release. In shear desperation I hatched a plan.

  Mel had been reminding me all week she would be gone all day Saturday. A mandatory issue of her presence was needed at her parents for a  family function, someone's birthday. Not returning home till Sunday morning. As soon as I heard her call out a goodbye then the front door shut, I jumped out of bed and started with phase one.

  Drake text me Wednesday morning saying he was flying out to L.A. for the weekend, and coming back later Sunday night. He had meetings starting early in the morning going all throughout the day. Even a late dinner meeting or two. With the three hour time difference and knowing his need for schedules even in another city, I rushed into the bathroom dollying myself up just how he likes.

  While I was getting ready I went over every step of my plan again. Step 1 was to get all decked out. Shiny, smooth skin, hair in perfect curls braided across my nape then falling down the left side of my back, and a glowing natural look to my makeup. With a dark smoky eye for flair.

  Smiling with satisfaction at the sexy look I was going for finished, I went back to my room stopping in front of my closet. I opened the door moving all the clothes forward pulling three outfits from the back.

  All three were outfits I'd worn to the club, and for him. The first was the little red riding hood outfit from our first meeting, then the sexy elf costume from the Secret Santa event. Last was the red lace body-hugging dress from the Valentines Day Auction.

  I laid each outfit on my bed then went back for the shoes and lingerie that went with each one. Once every piece was back with the original I smiled then started putting the first costume on. Walking up to my full length mirror I took several pictures striking a different pose with each one. Starting off with innocent all the way too risqué.

  The first few pictures were like some teenager trying to play dress-up in her moms clothes. Trying to make myself look innocent in a barely there lingerie, fishnets, thigh-high boots, and a small red cape wrapped around my shoulders was ridiculous. Though a few of the more sexy poses held some promise.

  Looking at the time on my phone I smiled full of confidence and opened a new text to Drake. I sent several of the pictures and a good morning text. Once the message read delivered I tossed my phone back on my bed and started to change into the Sexy Elf costume. My phone chimed several times while I was changing. Each signal making the smile grow on my face.

  With the second outfit finally in place I ignored the four texts from Drake opening my camera app and posing the same as before. Each picture turning out better than the ones before. A soft sensuality shinning through. Along with an all-consuming hunger shinning from my gaze, even in the more innocent poses.

  I tossed my phone back on my bed as the tenth new message came in. I changed out of the Elf costume into the body hugging red dress and fuck me heels. I laughed out loud seeing the new total of messages at twelve before snapping the first picture.

  I let myself go this time. Posing in different erotic angles. Opening the slit on the skirt hinting at what was underneath. I felt naughty and sexy. Feelings I never felt confident enough in myself to even possess.

  By the time I was done I had hundreds of different pictures. Going from my room all over the rest of my apartment. Mimicking difference poses I'd seen models make in magazines growing up. Laughing at myself after each one and how absurd I thought the pictures looked. Once I finished and I went back through each one I was honestly shocked at what I saw.

  Forty-five minutes after I sent the first text to Drake I sat on the couch in the living room still wearing the red dress, and opened the twenty new messages from Drake. The first few were exactly what I expected. How hot I looked and how much new found appreciation he had for Little Red Riding Hood. Then asking what the pictures were for before finally telling me he started his first meeting.

  Excellent time to start phase 2 then, a little harmless sexting. Being something I've never done before, I spent all afternoon and late into the night reading over everything I could find on the do's and don't online. Even going so at as to write a script for me to follow along with the pictures for the entire day.

  Keeping my texts light and flirty, but not giving much information away, Drake and I text constantly till almost 2 in the afternoon my time. Then I sent him the second batch of pictures along with a text saying how much I missed him and the way he makes my body feel. Followed quickly by a text saying I have a study group meeting and wouldn't be able to talk or text back for a while.

  With an evil grin stretched across my face I turned my phone off as soon as the text showed delivered. Tossing the device on the cushion beside me I relaxed back into the couch. Switching the tv on I settled on an old comedy just for the noise as I went over how the plan was going so far.

  My plan might be simple, but if all the rom-coms I'd seen were right should be quite effective in getting the result I wanted. Tease him and lead him along till he was just as horny as I then asked him to let us cum.

Then he would agree and I could finally be free of some of this tension in my body. I needed some form of stimulation so bad I could barely function. Let alone, go the rest of the week without cumming.

  So far phase 1 and 2 were a complete success. The text and pictures doing exactly what I hoped. Each text Drake sent back told every dirty thought and idea he had at seeing them. Detailing his thoughts from the first time he saw me in them and reminding me exactly what he did to my body at that time. The memories and images turning his blood into a raging fire under his skin.

  The student becomes the master! I doubled over in laughter at that thought.

  Getting ready to start phase 3 I grabbed my phone turning it back on but to the 'Do Not Disturb' setting. That way I could read Drakes messages as they came in without him knowing. The first few had tears rolling down my cheeks in glee.

  Drake was throwing an all out temper tantrum. Toddler style, because I just stopped texting him before he wanted me to. He was also complaining about having to sit thru his next meeting with a raging hard-on thanks to me.

  Pride and wicked satisfaction filled me. That is exactly how I've felt going to class everyday we've been apart. Listening to his voice or seeing him on FaceTime and not being able to touch. Payback, no matter how small and petty, always brings a smile to my face.

  For the next two hours I let Drake sweat. Each of his text becoming more annoyed at the situation. I saw the ending credits rolling for the movie then decided to get up going back to my room.

  Finally I pealed the dress up over my head then put on a black baby-doll silk robe that barely covered my ass. I hung the costumes back in the closet and put away the shoes and accessories. Killing as much time as possible slowly cleaning my room back up.

  Looking at the clock on my wall it read a few minutes after 6PM I figured it'd been long enough. It was 3PM his time when I turned my phone off 'Do Not Disturb' and sent Drake a text saying I was finished.

  He was obviously still pouting even from his text. Telling me how hard it was to sit through his meeting hard as a rock and couldn't even talk to me. I'm smiling like the Cheshire Cat while I beg him for forgiveness over text. His mood finally turning back playful after making me beg for awhile.

  Back on an even playing field I started phase 3. I was in the middle of texting the first message from the script beside me when my phone started ringing in my hands. The Police 'Every Breath You Take' blaring through the quiet apartment playing Drakes personal ringtone.

  Calming down after the initial shock of the phone going off I didn't let the song play but for a second before answering. As my finger slid across the answer button on my phone my cheeks started to hurt from how hard I was smiling. I blew out a breath of nerves as I brought the speaker to my ear.

  "Hello Master." I softly purred into the phone.

  A deep growling moan answered me. My smile turned crazed. Feeling a premature sense of victory I relaxed on my bed and waited for Drake to speak.

  "Fuck me Angel! I don't know what I did for you to put together such a lovely show just for me, but I could really get use to it. In fact, I've been giving it some serious thought about making it one of your rules everyday I'm gone. What do you think about that, My Queen?"

  "Whatever you please Master." I purred again keeping my answer short and wording it just right to drive him mad.

  "Fucking right it does! Your all I'll ever want, just the way you are. I'm yours just as much as you are mine and don't forget it, Angel." I gave him a hum for my answer and nothing more.

  "Fuck staying apart for this long ever again. Next time I have to travel you will just have to come with me. Simple as that. My cock has been harder than steel since I saw you two weeks ago, and won't go down no matter what I try. It only wants your touch and to be buried deep into your dripping core." His speech ending in a growl of pure arousal.

  I'm genuinely surprised when a deep primal moan comes over the phone. Even more shocked when I realized the sound was coming from me. My body shaking hanging on by a tiny thread as a dark pulsing need fills my body.

  "Whatever please me Master..I mean! Whatever pleases you Master." The deep rich sounds of his laughter filled my ear at my mess-up.

  "Everything all right My Queen?" Drake asked while still chuckling. "Of course not. You must feel as bad as I do. Don't worry about that I have just the thing to take your mind off me for a bit. Within the next fifteen minutes a messenger will arrive at your apartment with a couple packages for you. Follow the instructions as fast as you can and I might give us the reward our bodies both desperately crave. Ok?"

  Could I really get that lucky? I didn't even have to start phase 3 or even awkwardly bring the subject up with him. Instead he dangled that information in front of me like a piece of chocolate. Knowing I would follow the instructions without fault simply because it pleases him.

  "Always Master. Do you promise I'll finally get to cum? I'm hanging on to my sanity by a string at the moment. You were exactly right and I must apologize. I can't make it for days without you and the way you make me feel."

  Those dreaded words coming out of my mouth didn't even stop me from confessing to Drake how I felt. Damn the universe for him being right I wanted that release. Drake barked out a loud laugh.

  "My Queen, you should know I don't promise someone else what's mine. Even your own release. Now the messenger should be there any minute. Read the card and follow the instructions. I'll be waiting when your done." A click following his final word.

  I let my phone fall to my lap while I pondered over his comment. A knot of dread was trying to form inside my stomach at my thoughts. Luckily the doorbell rang shortly after stopping my worried thoughts from going any deeper into the unknown.

  I scooped up my phone putting it in the front pocket of my robe then headed toward the front door. I pulled the sash tighter around my waist making sure I was covered before opening the door to the messenger.

  I didn't pay much attention to the guy that delivered the two large bags with several boxes inside and a dress bag. My eyes quickly scanning the items before landing on the paper with my name on the front of the dress bag.

  I grabbed everything in both hands before thanking the guy and shutting the door. I walked back to the couch setting the bags on the cushion. I took the paper out of the clear pocket on the dress then laid the bag across the back of the couch. I ran my finger along the bold script of my name then opened it.

  'My Queen, I'm sending you this dress and it's accessories early. I picked these out for our next weekend together. When I will finally have you back in my arms, and get to show you off to the world. We were invited to a very prestigious charity benefit for the Uber wealthy of New York, and this will make you the envy of the night.
   But first I have a special request. In the two bags are four different boxes. I want you to model everything in the boxes for me except for what in the smallest box. Leave that one untouched until next weekend. I want you to strip naked then call me via FaceTime so I can watch you put them on. I'm waiting. Your King.
   P.S. Don't forget the more time you waste the less likely your chance to cum.'

  As I finished reading the smile on my face froze. Then my body went straight into turbo mood. With one hand I was taking my phone out of the pocket and setting it up on the coffee table in the perfect spot to capture almost my entire body. While my other hand undone the sash around my waist letting the robe fall to the ground, then rolling the fishnets down my legs. In less than thirty seconds I was panting for air as the video chat connected.

  Drake answered on the second ring letting out an animalistic growl at the first sight of my naked flesh. I smiled a coy smile at the sound looking for him on my screen. My face turned to one of confusion after serval moments and the picture on my screen remained black. Drake gave me a small laugh of pure sarcasm.

  "Oh My Queen, the fact you thought you could play your Master is beyond amusing. I knew what you wanted and were trying to do after you sent that first group of pictures early this morning. Then pretending you had important things to do stopping you from texting me back. You still have much to learn my precious student."
  I gasped in shock. No way would I have thought he had my plans figured out from the start.

  Drake gave an evil sounding chuckle. "Let's see if you can redeem yourself Angel. In the first bag there is a large black box. I want you to take it out and open it. I want you to start with the items in the box and give me a reverse strip show as you put everything on. Do a good enough job and I might change my mind."

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall to my chest in embarrassment. Hiding my dismay at losing my release. I blew out a long breath the turned to the bags on the couch and taking out the box Drake said and opening it. Inside laid a delicate set of silk lingerie. A black strapless silk and lace bra and matching micro thong that had extra padding in the crotch.

  I grabbed the black thong from the tissue paper and started to smile at my sudden but brilliant thought. Keeping my back to my phone I asked Alexia to play Beyoncé's 'Dance For You'.

  With the first beat my hips started swaying to the music. My body moving erotically for the entire four minutes of the song. As the last cord played I slid the thong on to my hips finishing with a megawatt smile on my face starring into the camera. I left the bra in the box on purpose. Cocking an eyebrow asking a silent but cocky "what's next" to the camera.

  Drakes voice sounded strained and raspy with his next command. "I must admit, I do love your idea of adding music very much. Now open the other boxes and restart the music, My Queen."

  I turned back to the couch showing my naked ass to the camera teasing him. Locking my knees I bent forward opening the boxes to see what was inside while giving Drake a partial view of my barely covered core. A low moan coming through my phones speaker at my move.

  Looking inside the other boxes one held a pair of blue velvet fuck-me heels. The other held a three foot chain made up of two rows of medium size diamonds with a hook on one end and a loop on the other. It was hands down the most expensive leash I'd ever seen.

  Laying the items on the couch cushion I took a deep breath giving myself a mental pep talk before asking Alexia to repeat the song. With the first note, my eyes came open and I completely let go.

  For those four minutes I was free. Everything I was doing was all for him. The way my body moved to the beat, the way my skin pebbles under his gaze, and my brain on focusing on giving my all to him.

  Stretching my body while pushing other parts of my body out in exaggeration I moved my leg on to the couch.  First resting my foot along the back of the couch sliding the stiletto onto my foot then doing the same with the other. I kept my left foot on the couch cushion and my ass facing the camera as I picked up the leash next.

  I ran my fingers along the length of the diamonds admiring the beautiful work put in to making the piece. Once I reached the hook at the end I closed my eyes as my fingers ran back up the length.

  I imagined the chain was in Drakes hands running the cold stones along every inch of my flesh. Around my areola then down the center of my stomach then gliding along the outside of the silky thong. The leash ran along my skin a few times before I clipped the hook on to the ring on my collar.

  Panting for breath and sweating from my overheated body temperature and lust raging inside I looked toward my phone crazed. Pleading with every part of me for Drake to finally let me cum. Neither of us said a word the only sounds in the room were our matching labored breaths.

  After twenty minutes of starring into the black screen the atmosphere in my apartment was charged and electric. The tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.

  Finally my hopes started to crumble and I didn't everything I could not to show it. Dropping my chin back to my chest hiding. Tears clouding over my eyes threatening to fall before a buzzing noise filled the room distracting me.

  The thong was vibrating fast against my clit. I gasped looking into the camera with wide excited eyes. The vibrating panties worked me into a frenzy in a matter of moments.

  Drake growled three words that tore my world apart. "Cum My Queen."

  My entire body starting shaking with its release. My juices coating the inside of the thong and down the inside of my thighs. I fell back into my couch cushions in an exhausted heap spent.

  "Perfect as always My Queen. Get some rest and I will see you Friday." Those where the last words I heard before unconsciousness won out. Surrounded in a feeling of absolute wonder and pure amazement.

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     Soooo....what did you guys think about this chapter?!? Are y'all liking how their agreement is going so far?

Now to the important bit.
  It's come to my attention that in the Costumes and Crosses chapter from book 1 I made the mistake with the girls costumes at the beginning of the chapter.
  Mel was suppose to wear the Wonder Woman costume and Abbie Little Red Riding Hood.
  I've changed it for now, but plan on going back and adding back more of the detail that was originally there.
  I can't believe I did that! We all know how important that costume and scene is to the story, and I fucked it right up!!

  Sorry about that guys! I hope y'all are enjoying Masters Might so far! Vote and leave me a comment if y'all are! Until next time!

  Stay kinky my friends!
   Callie

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