| Straight: BDSM: A First Meeting (1/3) |
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We had been talking for a while when he decided we should meet in person. After some persuading from him, I finally agreed to it. We had talked about many different subjects over the months since we had met online. I felt that I knew him well enough, that I wasn’t really nervous of the meeting. The plan was to meet him at the airport and go to the new hotel they had just built that year. He said that he would stay for a couple of days to see how things went when we met. I agreed to all of this. He said he’d be here in three weeks. We talked every day, even just a few minutes here and there. I found out that he used to be a Master in real life but said he still did it online. I had been curious on this subject for some time, but had never really talked or told anyone this before. We spent a couple of hours just talking of this subject one night. I asked him what seemed like a hundred different questions on the subject, and he patiently answered every one of them. I went to bed that night with those thoughts on my mind, wondering what it would be like to be a slave for him. By this time, I really liked him, felt that we had become good friends. I thought, how hard could it be to be his slave, him my Master? By the next day, I had just a few more questions for him, which he again answered patiently. By the end of the conversation, he seemed to know what I wanted more than I did at the time. He asked if I wanted to be his slave and after a few minutes I finally told him yes. He told me that I had to say it to him, and that I had to call him Master when I did so. After a few more minutes, I told him the words that he wanted to hear. He told me that I was now his slave and he was my Master. After that, we didn’t talk much more about it. Occasionally something would come out, but he would usually have to go do something away from the computer and that would end that part of the conversation. He usually had me thinking of things by the time I got off the computer by the end of the night and I couldn’t wait to meet him in person. Finally the three weeks were up and I was to pick him up at the airport for 3 pm. I got there by 2:30 and went in to wait for him. As I was waiting for him to get there, I started getting a little nervous. I sat there, knowing that I was thinking way to much, just making things worse for myself. Then they announced that his flight was coming in and that it would be a few moments before the passengers would be coming in. I got up and started pacing, trying to calm myself down. The passengers started coming off the plane and I watched every one of them. None were him though. I started thinking that maybe he didn’t come, when I saw someone else coming from the doorway. It was him, I knew from his pictures, I felt him. We stood where we were, just looking at each other. Then he walked toward me. I couldn’t move; I just stood there, |
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Fantastic!
