Rin tugged nervously on the hem of her clothes and raised her small, feminine hand to ring the front doorbell. It was her first time coming to visit her new Master's house, and she was worried, little butterflies moving in her stomach as she waited for a response.

Rin had first met him a few months ago. She had been standing awkwardly next to the bar at a club she had plucked all of her courage up to visit. Her eyes had fallen upon his shining blonde hair and followed him, sensing a quiet magnetism, an almost captivating presence that made the small hairs on the back of her neck tingle. When he eventually noticed her, and turned his crystal clear, blue eyes towards her, her breath had caught in her throat.

Since she had first begun to mature sexually, Rin had always struggled with the nearly physical desire to please others. She felt in her mind that it was an insult to her gender, to feel this way, to "lower" herself and seek gratification from the opposite gender directing her actions, instead of wanting to do things for herself, for her own, personal, gratification.

Yet her body responded with excitement at the idea of being praised, of being directed, of being... dominated... by a strong person of confident character. Of being disciplined. Of being corrected. Of being cherished, and also being used- as if being "used" in various ways were the proof that she had innate value as a person. Rin /wanted/ to have value for others to be pleased by. She dreamed about it, and about the praise of her completion of tasks well done.

So, after her conflicting feelings had sorted themselves out enough to let her natural curiousity get the best of her, she had checked infamous, quietly-whispered about club. The adult club, where it was said that one could go to find a partner of unusual tastes. Where "slaves" and "masters" could meet and mingle, be shown off, be seduced by the music and flashing lights and good, alcoholic drinks.

Her heart had been in her mouth when she had stepped through that door, but she had done it. Willingly, and with anxious excitement, she had chosen her desired path and stepped through the door, hoping to find a new world inside of the booming, flashing musicbox. And she had found it, she hoped. She had found /him./

The door opened suddenly, breaking her line of thought, and Rin caught her breath again as those crystal clear blue eyes regarded her quietly. She knew his name was Len, had heard others mention it during the several other times she had visited the club after the first time. But in her mind, she could only refer to him as "Master."

As he regarded her, in the doorway, Rin felt self-conscious of her clothes and hair. She had tried to pick out nice clothes and make-up that would please him, but she didn't really know what he liked. She tried not to fidget.

"Go inside," A soft, high male voice commanded at her, and Len stood slightly off to one side of the door to allow her to pass through the opening. Rin obeyed, feeling as though her movements were jerky with nervousness, and trying to move more gracefully. When she had entered the house, Len closed the door behind her.

Rin's eyes fell upon a neat row of shoes at the entrance to the house, and wondered if she should take her own off as well. Her eyes darted to Len's feet, and noticed that they too, were bare of shoes, and were clothed only in white cotton socks.

"Take them off," Len interrupted her thoughts. Rin glanced silently up at him, nodded, too nervous for words, and bent to take her shoes off. She placed them neatly alongside the preexisting row, making sure to square them off aesthetically, hoping that her neatness would somehow please Len, in however small of a manner.

Rin glanced back up at Len, and the tiniest beginning of a hopeful smile graced her face. Len just looked back expressionlessly, his arms crossed over his slim, attractive chest.

"I said, take them off," Len said again, suddenly, the beginnings of a frown tinging his lips. Rin's expression showed her confusion as she looked down at the shoes on the floor, and back up at Len. She was at a loss as to what to do.

"I'm... sorry, Master..." Rin softly ventured, "Did you want my shoes off? I don't really understand what you want me to do."

Len looked vaguely annoyed and pointed at Rin's body.

"Those. Your clothes. My slave doesn't need to be wearing those in here. Take them off and leave them next to the shoes." Len said, in a slightly displeased voice at having to explain every little thing. Rin's eyes opened wider at the words, and her face blushed a crimson red. Her eyes tried to escape from the situation, as her mind worked, gibbering a little, embarassed at the unexpected command.

"Oh!" Rin said, then continued in embarassment. "I... yes, I'm sorry, Master." She put her hands to her clothes with hesitation and slowly stripped away the clothing she had so painstakingly chosen. Her face looked like a tomato as she did so, and she paused at taking off her underwear. However, one look from underneath her bangs at Len showed that he wasn't impressed at her keeping him waiting, and she moved quickly to drop her bra and panties into the pile of clothes.

"Present," Len said in a clipped tone as the rest of Rin's clothes made their way into the pile. Rin's mind, feeling relieved at a command she knew, instantly obeyed. Rin knelt to her knees at once, moving her legs slightly apart, placing her hands together behind her back and bowing her head slightly to allow her Master access to her body.

Rin's feeling of relief was short-lived as Len quietly regarded her. She knew better than to raise her eyes to see how he was reacting, but her mind was filled with anxiety. She was completely exposed to Len. What was he thinking as he looked at her?

She felt utterly self-conscious, noticing the feeling of cool air on all of her naked skin with almost painful clarity. She imagined his light blue eyes tracing all over her body, knowing that, without her clothes on, he could see /everything/ in this position. Rin wished she had a sexier, more interesting body.

Rin's mind spiraled back to the nights at the club, remembering again the moments after Len had first met her gaze. She had dropped her eyes at once. When she looked back up, she had focused on the next nearby person, a young woman with long, shining, pink hair, and a very sexy, feminine body. The young woman's soft, curvy body was endowed with large, inticing-looking breasts. Rin wasn't even sure whether she liked girls, but her small hands ached to touch those soft places.

She had blushed, thinking fleetingly that the blonde-haired man she had noticed would surely prefer that sort of woman, and would not notice Rin- small-framed, small breasts, small, girlish face, and short, short blonde hair kept back with an almost childish barette... And yet, in the next few seconds, Len had walked right past that pink-haired woman, as if she didn't exist, and stood right in front of Rin.

How Rin wished she had been endowed with that lovely woman's beautiful breasts and sexy, soft body right now, as Len watched her, watched her, and saw everything that she was and everything that she wasn't.

"Hm," Len finally muttered, as if to himself. Rin kept her eyes glued firmly to the floor, but she felt that her head might catch on fire from how hard she was blushing. Her silence and obedience must have pleased Len somehow, because in another moment she heard him give another command, "Rise."

Rin tried to rise as gracefully to her feet as she could, but her nervousness made her a little unsteady. She glanced at Len quickly from under her eyelashes, and waited for his next command. The cool air of the room tugged at her body. She wondered whether Len had noticed the tiny peaks of her hard nipples or not. Her body was tense with antipation, nervousness, and excitement.