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06/11/2009
Apologies if this crosses any boundaries. Please let me know so I don't do it again.
I have an online Mistress with whom I have been in contact with for many months. Recently, our online flirting reached a point where she decided to take things further and requested that I meet her.
A little background.. I am submissive to women by nature. Three sisters, no father figure and a very strong mother led to my upbringing as more of a 'gentleman' than a 'lad'. I am not gay or emasculated in any way. I am actually a very successful salesman. I put my success down to being more 'in-tune' with the female brain and knowing how to behave around them to put them at ease and allow them the freedom to relate to me. Perhaps it's that connection that means many of the customers with the more difficult female procurement managers seem to end up on my books when others in the company can't or won't sell to them.
I have dated women and found them all to be exciting and different. However I am not in any long term physical relationship. Perhaps it's my lack of providing the male lead in these relationships which has lead to them slowly fizzling out from romance into friendship. Many of my past partners are still friends and I regularly receive texts from them.
However, I am straying from the story...
My online Mistress and I had often exchanged stories and fantasies and we seemed to be pretty well on the same page when it comes to roles and limits. We are members of many of the same forums and have exchanged pictures, some of them intimate.
We had acted out many scenarios online, the ground rules had been well established and we both knew what 'floated each others boats'.
Mistress had decreed that one of our fantasies was to become reality... Very Soon!
An email arrived in my inbox at 14:37 on Friday afternoon from 'MistressJ' entitled 'You are commanded to appear'.
Mistress had always delighted in the thought of sending such explicit emails to my work account and, while it scared me, it also excited me. This email was also to become the trigger for another exciting adventure that, as yet unknown to me, was being planned for me.
The email read..
"I have need of a slave this weekend. I have selected you.
I will send you a text at 17:05 this evening with an address and a time. Arrive promptly and wait at the door. You may not knock.
Further instructions will be given when you arrive."
I read and re-read the email and tried to decipher the hand of someone in the office playing a joke on me. I looked around the open plan office and could see no-one furtively looking my way. It was still too early for much of the office to have sloped off for the weekend and be sitting in a bar somewhere laughing and sending out anonymous emails.
With shaking hands I managed to close and delete the email.
I reached for my coffee which was cold. Strange. I could have sworn I only set that down just before I started checking emails...
The afternoon dragged by and I had started to calm down by 4.30pm. Only when someone would ask what I was up to over the weekend did my excitement and suspicion briefly peak.
I made excuses from going out to a bar after work and started packing things away when my phone buzzed. I casually glanced at the clock on the wall as I turned to pick up the phone. 17:04! Oh God. This was it!
The text came from Mistress' number. After the address and time as promised were the words "Do not be late." No xx or lol. Just the address, the time and the warning.
The address was on the south outskirts of the city in one of the more recent developments that had sprung up to house all the young professionals for the city.
I had plenty of time. So I called in at a bar I had never used before just to make sure I did not encounter anyone from the office.
The next 2 hours passed almost as a blur until I found myself at the entrance to a tall apartment building staring upwards towards the floor of my destination.
On my up to the apartment I encountered no-one. Reaching the 20th floor I exitied the lift and looked at my watch. I was 9 minutes early. Not wanting to stand in front of an apartment door for 9minutes looking suspicious I deided to talk a look around. I went down a few floors. It would seem that the building was so new that it was very sparcely populated judging by the development notices in the hall and some of the apartment doors which stall had the builders protective sheeting on them.
At the appointed time, exactly, I was standing in front of the door.
I was snapped out of my daze when the door was pulled open and I was confronted with.. NOT my Mistress!
I opened my mouth and started to apologise when the woman cut me off and said "Excellent. On time as instructed. Do come in."
She stood aside and I walked in to a tidy and stylish, if somewhat small, apartment.
"Go through" she said and followed me through into the sitting area.
"I am a friend of your Mistress. You will probably know me as Deanna."
I recognised the name from one of the forums I had met my Mistress on.
"I have some experience in these things and your Mistress has asked me to help both of you to get the most out of your relationship. Do you have any questions?"
I started to mumble something but was quickly interrupted..
"No? Good. We have a short time before your Mistress arrives so would you like a drink?"
"Umm.."
"Fetch me one would you. They are over there in the cabinet. I'll have a glass of wine from the bottle which is open. You may have what you wish."
I fetched the drinks and brought them to her.
"Thank you. Sit down there", she said pointing.
I sat down and gulped at my drink.
She smiled.
"Good. Now your Mistress and I have been discussing things and she has decided to move things further and begin a physical relationship with you. With my assistance she has planned the weekend and I am sure you will both enjoy yourselves. I hope this will be the start of many good things between you. I am not involved this weekend save for some planning and this initial preparation. I have other plans.
We sat in silence for a few minutes until a mobile phone somewhere chimed the arrival of a text message.
She got up and went to the table and picked up her phone. After a few key-presses she put the phone down and turned to me.
"OK. Time to go. Stand up and remove your clothes."
Again I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted..
"NOW!"
I set my drink down and began by removing my jacket and loosening my tie.
"Quickly. This is not a strip show. Your Mistress does not like to be kept waiting. Remove your clothes and put them in this bag."
I complied.
"Good. Now turn around, hands behind your back."
Again, I complied and found myself staring at a large monochrome print of an elegant 1950s type woman leading a naked man on all fours by a leash. How did I not notice that before?
The question was driven from my mind when I felt my wrists being handcuffed.
"OK. Let's go."
She takes my arm and leads me towards the door. After an initial hesitation, a more insistant pull and a slight stumble on my part I find myself approaching the apartment door, naked and handcuffed.
My heart would have skipped a beat when the door was pulled open if it had been beating at all.
I was pulled out the door in silence and then she stopped and said to herself,
"Oops.. nearly forgot my keys."
She left me there and returned quickly to the apartment and retrieved her keys from a small bowl just inside the door.
"Wouldn't want to be locked out now, would I?" she said to me.
'You're worried about being locked out of your apartment!?' I thought to myself, 'I am naked, a hundred miles from home, no keys, no phone, no wallet, nothing to cover up with and on the 20th floor of a strange apartment building!!!'
Another tug on my arm and we are walking towards the lifts.
At the lifts she presses the call button and we wait.
The bell chimes and the doors slide open. A wave of relief sweeps across me when I realise the lift is empty.
I am pulled into the lift and turned around. The cuffs are momentarily released and resecured back around the handrail.
"Your Mistress will collect you from the car-park" she says as she presses the button marked '-1' and steps out of the lift.
"Have fun." she says and smiles as the lift doors begin to close.
The doors close and the lift begins to descend....
I have an online Mistress with whom I have been in contact with for many months. Recently, our online flirting reached a point where she decided to take things further and requested that I meet her.
A little background.. I am submissive to women by nature. Three sisters, no father figure and a very strong mother led to my upbringing as more of a 'gentleman' than a 'lad'. I am not gay or emasculated in any way. I am actually a very successful salesman. I put my success down to being more 'in-tune' with the female brain and knowing how to behave around them to put them at ease and allow them the freedom to relate to me. Perhaps it's that connection that means many of the customers with the more difficult female procurement managers seem to end up on my books when others in the company can't or won't sell to them.
I have dated women and found them all to be exciting and different. However I am not in any long term physical relationship. Perhaps it's my lack of providing the male lead in these relationships which has lead to them slowly fizzling out from romance into friendship. Many of my past partners are still friends and I regularly receive texts from them.
However, I am straying from the story...
My online Mistress and I had often exchanged stories and fantasies and we seemed to be pretty well on the same page when it comes to roles and limits. We are members of many of the same forums and have exchanged pictures, some of them intimate.
We had acted out many scenarios online, the ground rules had been well established and we both knew what 'floated each others boats'.
Mistress had decreed that one of our fantasies was to become reality... Very Soon!
An email arrived in my inbox at 14:37 on Friday afternoon from 'MistressJ' entitled 'You are commanded to appear'.
Mistress had always delighted in the thought of sending such explicit emails to my work account and, while it scared me, it also excited me. This email was also to become the trigger for another exciting adventure that, as yet unknown to me, was being planned for me.
The email read..
"I have need of a slave this weekend. I have selected you.
I will send you a text at 17:05 this evening with an address and a time. Arrive promptly and wait at the door. You may not knock.
Further instructions will be given when you arrive."
I read and re-read the email and tried to decipher the hand of someone in the office playing a joke on me. I looked around the open plan office and could see no-one furtively looking my way. It was still too early for much of the office to have sloped off for the weekend and be sitting in a bar somewhere laughing and sending out anonymous emails.
With shaking hands I managed to close and delete the email.
I reached for my coffee which was cold. Strange. I could have sworn I only set that down just before I started checking emails...
The afternoon dragged by and I had started to calm down by 4.30pm. Only when someone would ask what I was up to over the weekend did my excitement and suspicion briefly peak.
I made excuses from going out to a bar after work and started packing things away when my phone buzzed. I casually glanced at the clock on the wall as I turned to pick up the phone. 17:04! Oh God. This was it!
The text came from Mistress' number. After the address and time as promised were the words "Do not be late." No xx or lol. Just the address, the time and the warning.
The address was on the south outskirts of the city in one of the more recent developments that had sprung up to house all the young professionals for the city.
I had plenty of time. So I called in at a bar I had never used before just to make sure I did not encounter anyone from the office.
The next 2 hours passed almost as a blur until I found myself at the entrance to a tall apartment building staring upwards towards the floor of my destination.
On my up to the apartment I encountered no-one. Reaching the 20th floor I exitied the lift and looked at my watch. I was 9 minutes early. Not wanting to stand in front of an apartment door for 9minutes looking suspicious I deided to talk a look around. I went down a few floors. It would seem that the building was so new that it was very sparcely populated judging by the development notices in the hall and some of the apartment doors which stall had the builders protective sheeting on them.
At the appointed time, exactly, I was standing in front of the door.
I was snapped out of my daze when the door was pulled open and I was confronted with.. NOT my Mistress!
I opened my mouth and started to apologise when the woman cut me off and said "Excellent. On time as instructed. Do come in."
She stood aside and I walked in to a tidy and stylish, if somewhat small, apartment.
"Go through" she said and followed me through into the sitting area.
"I am a friend of your Mistress. You will probably know me as Deanna."
I recognised the name from one of the forums I had met my Mistress on.
"I have some experience in these things and your Mistress has asked me to help both of you to get the most out of your relationship. Do you have any questions?"
I started to mumble something but was quickly interrupted..
"No? Good. We have a short time before your Mistress arrives so would you like a drink?"
"Umm.."
"Fetch me one would you. They are over there in the cabinet. I'll have a glass of wine from the bottle which is open. You may have what you wish."
I fetched the drinks and brought them to her.
"Thank you. Sit down there", she said pointing.
I sat down and gulped at my drink.
She smiled.
"Good. Now your Mistress and I have been discussing things and she has decided to move things further and begin a physical relationship with you. With my assistance she has planned the weekend and I am sure you will both enjoy yourselves. I hope this will be the start of many good things between you. I am not involved this weekend save for some planning and this initial preparation. I have other plans.
We sat in silence for a few minutes until a mobile phone somewhere chimed the arrival of a text message.
She got up and went to the table and picked up her phone. After a few key-presses she put the phone down and turned to me.
"OK. Time to go. Stand up and remove your clothes."
Again I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted..
"NOW!"
I set my drink down and began by removing my jacket and loosening my tie.
"Quickly. This is not a strip show. Your Mistress does not like to be kept waiting. Remove your clothes and put them in this bag."
I complied.
"Good. Now turn around, hands behind your back."
Again, I complied and found myself staring at a large monochrome print of an elegant 1950s type woman leading a naked man on all fours by a leash. How did I not notice that before?
The question was driven from my mind when I felt my wrists being handcuffed.
"OK. Let's go."
She takes my arm and leads me towards the door. After an initial hesitation, a more insistant pull and a slight stumble on my part I find myself approaching the apartment door, naked and handcuffed.
My heart would have skipped a beat when the door was pulled open if it had been beating at all.
I was pulled out the door in silence and then she stopped and said to herself,
"Oops.. nearly forgot my keys."
She left me there and returned quickly to the apartment and retrieved her keys from a small bowl just inside the door.
"Wouldn't want to be locked out now, would I?" she said to me.
'You're worried about being locked out of your apartment!?' I thought to myself, 'I am naked, a hundred miles from home, no keys, no phone, no wallet, nothing to cover up with and on the 20th floor of a strange apartment building!!!'
Another tug on my arm and we are walking towards the lifts.
At the lifts she presses the call button and we wait.
The bell chimes and the doors slide open. A wave of relief sweeps across me when I realise the lift is empty.
I am pulled into the lift and turned around. The cuffs are momentarily released and resecured back around the handrail.
"Your Mistress will collect you from the car-park" she says as she presses the button marked '-1' and steps out of the lift.
"Have fun." she says and smiles as the lift doors begin to close.
The doors close and the lift begins to descend....
Poster:
Stephen
