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Meeting the Master
Meeting the Master I was new here and didn't know anyone on this site. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched me, and that was mainly my own doing. Six long years had gone by and I had not felt the touch of a man or woman and I decided I missed it. I mean, let's face it: masturbating can be nice, but ones own touch does become predictable and it loses its thrill, but the touch of another person, especially someone new, is exciting. You don't know how he or she will touch you, how you will respond, and I wanted to have that back in my life again. I met a man here and sent him a copy of my profile along with a message. I told him I didn't know if he would be interested in meeting me or not, but I had read his profile and really liked what he was into and an expert in. I asked him about possibly meeting, and I left it at that. A few days later I had a message waiting for me, asking me what my day was like. I had nothing pressing that day and told him I was free. He told me to meet him at Two Mile Road near St. Regis. That would be about halfway for us each since he would be coming from Missoula. I agreed to meet him and he even told me what to wear: a dress and no panties. He told me he would check first thing. I asked him about wearing a bra, and he told me he hadn't said anything about a bra. He told me to stop asking questions and to show up, that too many people were no shows. It never entered my mind to not show up. For some strange reason, I found myself already responding to this man in a powerful, visceral way that I couldn't explain before I even left the house. I started preparing myself to meet him. I cleaned up, got dressed in a pair of shorts for the drive over, and I found myself thinking about meeting this man all the way over. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had never done anything like it before, and had certainly never traveled that far to meet with someone I didn't know and had never seen, but I was compelled to meet him. I found myself getting excited and wet as I drove along on that hot July day, and by the time I arrived, I was soaking wet. I pulled off to the side of the road and started stripping out of my shorts and into the dress I was supposed to wear. There were a couple of men in a truck watching me undress, but I didn't care. I just knew I had to be in this dress before He showed up. I saw him come off the freeway on his motorcycle and hurried to finish pulling the dress over my head and drove my van to where he was waiting. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and I was so incredibly nervous and excited at the same time. He was a handsome man and I found myself breathing harder as he came closer. We both said hello and he said, "Let me see if you obeyed." I lifted myself off the seat to pull my dress up and he felt all along my side, front, and back. I knew he was pleased I had obeyed when he said, " Good girl, and then he had me follow him over the bridge into the wooded area. He was able to ride his bike farther in than my van could go, so I got out and walked the rest of the way to him. I could see how powerful he was in so many ways. Strong inside and very dominant and I liked that. He asked me what I was looking for, and I said, "I have to have control, but I can't understand it properly until I can know what it is to give it up voluntarily, willingly, and not have it taken from me." He told me he could work with that, and the next thing I knew, he was lifting my dress up, pulling my tits free from my bra, and attaching a pair of nipple clamps. I had never had such things on me, and yes, they hurt initially, but I also liked the feeling. It was intense, and I could feel myself breathing in even deeper, especially when he tugged on them a little and asked if it was too tight. I said told him it wasn't, and I could feel pleasure mixing with the pain. He told me to get on my knees and he undid his pants. eagerly I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. I knew I wasn't great at it. I was so anxious and nervous, eager to please him. He told me to get up and bend over his bike and I was afraid I would tip it over leaning against it, so I braced myself as best as I could and the next thing I knew he had lifted my dress and I could feel his fingers inside my wet pussy, checking to see how wet I was. He stroked my ass a little and spanked it, and I could feel a certain sense of release being at his will and mercy. He told me to get back on my knees and suck him so he was hard, and I did as he instructed. He told me to just relax and enjoy, and again I did as he told me and started to suck slower, and for the first time ever in my life, I enjoyed sucking a man's cock. It wasn't something I did just because a man enjoyed it, but I found myself enjoying it as well. I could feel his cock getting bigger in my mouth, swelling, and I felt like I couldn't get enough. Then he told me to get down on my hands on knees. He lifted my dress again, and this time I felt my ass being whipped with a flogger. I had never known that kind of touch and I longed for more. He wasn't exactly light handed about it, but he wasn't cruel either. He was firm and in control and I surrendered to him completely. I could feel his body pressing against mine as his cock started to push into my ass and I could also feel the pain. My ass hadn't been fucked in well over 10 years and I had forgotten how much it hurt, but within a few strokes, he was in all the way. He pushed deeper and all of a sudden, the pain went away and I could feel him fucking me and pulling my hair hard. He asked me if I liked that, and I said, "Yes." "Yes, what?" he demanded, and I said, "Yes, sir. I like it." He continued to fuck my ass until he came and then he pulled out and had me stand. We spoke a few minutes as he smoked his cigarette and then he took the clamps off. It was sweet blessed relief to have them off, but I could still feel the tug he gave them before he took them off. We were only there for a little more than 45 minutes, but I knew I had found part of what I had been missing, what I needed. I needed to be dominated completely, to totally give my will over, and I did everything as he told me to the best of my ability. We both left shortly after, and as I drove home, I could still feel the flogger coming down on my ass, his cum inside me, the clamps on my nipples, and I shivered every time I remembered the feel of his fingers inside my aching pussy. After I came home, I sent him a message telling him how much I had enjoyed meeting him and that I hoped we could meet again. He was online then and he sent a message back: "Tell me if you are ready to become my slave. I will own you. You will have to ask for permission to be with anyone else. When you sucked my cock and relaxed, you did better. Just relax and enjoy. I enjoyed your ass." I read his words, and thought about what he said. Was I really ready to give my will over to this man to control me? Was I ready to be owned, to have my life controlled by this man? I didn't have to think about it long, and I answered back within a few minutes. "I'm ready, sir, to be your slave, to have you use me as you wish." That was 10 months ago today, and I've never regretted being his in all this time. I am not just a submissive, but a slave to a Master who knows me, who only has to look at me, say a word, and I will do anything He tells me to do without hesitation. I am His, and I wouldn't have it any other way. |
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