A Slave's Journey

Finding my One…

Having never used a computer for anything but writing papers in college, I was not aware of an online chat until I saw my daughter doing so. She told me about how one could find interesting people online to converse with about many things. So began my journey along this road I am on.

Having no Knowledge of the Lifestyle i would venture into, I can say it has been a life-changing journey, and still continues to be so. Once my daughter showed me to use the chat program (ICQ), I began searching the Internet for interesting people. I have to say I was not looking for something romantic. I wished only to find people with lives that were interesting. I did that for sure. One of my first chats is what I wish to share. This may seem to drag, but be patient, it will become very interesting.

I did a quick random search for a new chat identity. This one male came up with a message that read. (Just an ole Biker with all my original parts, just some getting rusting. Now I knew nothing of Biker’s or Motorcycle’s, this for some reason intrigued me. I sent a message to Him and He right off came back with a response.

Thus began months of (interesting & delightful conversations). I was a very conservative religious female. Some of this conversation was (to say the least) a bit overwhelming and yes shocking. For some reason, I couldn’t pull a way; I got hooked on this Biker. He was Strong, Firm, Dirty talking, yet Gentle and Caring. (Laughing) I had never heard such talk. My mind was a whirl of activity. Image’s filled my thoughts, somewhat Scary but Exciting. We did talk of other things, riding His bike truly sounded wild and wonderful.

He slowly began talking of what I know now was of the life style .He lived and wish to have someone share with Him But , Under and by His rules. No ifs, Ands or Buts..!!! Although sounding interesting, to a woman who had always made her own decisions and allowed no male to dictate to her. ( later, I will share some insights into my life before Biker) I was caught off guard by my own response to this Mans demands. I could speak to Him about anything that troubled me but only as long as I spoke in a respectful tone and manner. I learned by a few mistakes just how He would punishment. Not in a physical way. The Hurt would go much deeper than that. I would get ignored. I considered them failures. I did not forgive myself as readily as did He. Note: As I sit here writing this, He is aware of what I am telling. Yes and we did the cyber sex thing, for those who are wondering.. Of course I wasn’t good at sexual cyber at all. That was soon corrected with His help and encouragement.

After about three months of daily chats, sometimes for hours, again couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of Him online. With all of this, a yearning grew to be with Him constantly. To serve Him in every way I could. He would require many things of me that I felt I couldn’t give. I was going to do it or die trying. I wanted the safety, peace and security I would receive in return, and yes the glorious sexual pleasures He would give. I was soon to discover this real time. We had arranged a meeting place and time. He would travel, on His ride a few hours to see me.

That morning I awoke and my heart was beating with an excitement I had never known. I couldn’t wait to shower shave, (His demand) and dress. I took special time and delicate attentions to my body, I wanted to be more than pleasing. I wanted myself perfect for Him. I chose carefully my clothes. In those days though I dressed quite conservatively. But it was all I knew.

When i felt I looked my best, I left and drove about 45 minutes to meet Him. I was there first so I sat in my van and waited. Yes, I had my own doubts but only about would He show. I was not frightened at meeting this strange exciting Biker. knowing now what I do about online meetings it would have been wiser to be cautious.. Some stories do not end as happily as mine. I sat there maybe and hour. He was late, I was nervous. Would He see me and not like what He saw and just drive away?

I was in a panic by this point. I heard the sound of a bike. Was it He? It wasn’t. Then I heard another bike. He drove past me. I then heard the sound of it slowing , the sound louder, returning . He pulled in the driveway of the motel. I sat there as He pulled along side of my van. He stopped, and looked at me with the kindest, most adorable smile.

I couldn’t stop looking into that face and those eyes. This is the man I had waited months to meet and here He was. I asked Him if He wished to get inside my van? He parked His bike and got in beside me. I had noticed as He got off the bike. How gorgeous He was in His well-worn biker leather. All I can say is Yummy, sisters. He sat down in the van with me and just kept looking at me with those eyes of His… I couldn’t take my eyes from His. His were so powerful, a deep blue penetrating gaze. I felt as if He could see into my soul. That He could see how much I wanted and needed Him and this life He offered me. I think He was even was a bit nervous. Wondering what I thought of Him. All I could think of was how much I wanted that mouth on mine. We sat there a few. He asked me if I would mind Him kissing me. I’m thinking, Hell No! I said, yes of course, in a soft whispering voice…Damn Girls! What a Hot, all Consuming Mouth. I was shaking I don’t know if He could tell. But that one kiss had stirred something powerful in me.

He asked if I had breakfast, I hadn’t, so we drove to fast food breakfast drive-in. He on His bike I, in the van. We sat across from each other inside. I just have to share this; I had bought Him a tiny but special gift, a tiny Silver Guardian Angel pin. I gave Him the sweet little black box and watched Him opening it. He of course saying I shouldn’t have, but knowing how dangerous riding a bike can be I wanted to know He was being watched over.. He took the pin and I could see He was pleased. He took it at that moment and placed it on His leather vest. He smiled at me again with that Adorable smile. After eating, my only thoughts were of feeling His mouth again.

We returned to the Motel. He checked us in. while I sat in my van. I was trembling with need and the unknown of what might take place once inside our room. I saw Him returning from the hotel office, heading toward my van. Just watching Him walk was moving. We gathered our things from our rides. Proceeded to move to the entrance to a long line of rooms. When inside the hall of the motel, He had taken me by the hand and led me down the hall. His hand grasping mine was so firm in its grasp, but gentle. I have thought of that moment so often, how it warmed my heart with its gentleness, how safe I felt, no fear no trepidation of what was to come. Once inside we set down out bags. I was very quiet. I moved every so slowly trying not to appear nervous.. opening my purse taking out a brush and brushing my hair, I had moved to the side of one of the double beds and a table sat between the two beds. I switched on the lamp. A soft warm glow enveloped the room. I stood there waiting, i don’t know for what.

He approached me slowly pulled me into His strong Biker arms. His mouth came down on mine. I can only describe it as heavenly. There was no fear; no doubt, I wanted to travel whatever road I would find, as long as He was leading the way. He reached for the buttons on my red blouse and carefully unbuttoned each one by one I wasn’t looking at Him. I couldn’t just kept my eyes closed, I had never been with but two men in my life, one being my ex-husband. Here I was in a motel with a virtual stranger except for what i knew from online chat, but His manner with me was so gentle and sweet, how could I be afraid. He slowly removed my blouse and allowed it to slip easily to the floor. He then pressed me carefully back on the bed. My legs still hanging off the side of the bed, Somehow I could do nothing but let Him make the moves.

He reached and unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down over my legs, and tossed it to the black leather chair in the corner. He spoke to me in a Commanding voice for me to look at His eyes and not to move them, ever. I did as I was told. I couldn‘t help myself. Then began a ride of pleasure and emotion that I can only try and describe. It will of course fail. It was like riding an ocean of billowing waves. I was being drug along, washed with waves of desire, passion and great emotional need that had been pent up for months.

We spent the remainder of the day. In each other’s arms, little conversation at this point, we were communicating on different level. Biker has told me many times of one moment that stands out most in His mind. I was standing at the sliding glass doors of the room staring out at the Tennessee Hills. I was peeking out behind from the curtains. I was still bare ass nude, as He wanted me always undressed in His presence. He thought of coming over and pulling back the curtain pressing me up against the glass door and Taking me for the entire world to view. I am of course, grateful He did not. He knew I was not ready for that kind of exposure. I was feeling very saddened, the day was ending and we would have to part, not knowing when I would see Him again. We dressed silently, packed our things, Most of which I had not required. He Locked up the motel room just before, I took one last quick glance at the heavenly place I had gone.

As Biker packed His things on the bike I sat in my van listening to the radio, already weeping softly. Neither of us spoke. He leaned inside the van window and kissed me deeply. As we left the motel, and started down the highway, for a time heading in the same direction I knew we would soon take a different road. Once we reached the turn off we pulled over and he came up to the window for one last deep kiss. Then I watched as He took the bike and headed off alone, without me. How could I do this?

I turned my car in the direction of Home. I knew it would never feel like home again. My Home had to be with Him. The soft tears now turned to sobs. I did not stop till I reached my house. I didn’t want my daughter to see them.

Slave

My Journey Continues