BDSM VRBO Prequel
The Beginning
This is how I came to be Master's slut and part of the package of Master's BDSM VRBO
I am Sylvia, more commonly known as slut. I first met Master online. I was relatively innocent and naïve, not a virgin but close. I'd had a couple of short term vanilla relationships that ended up not going anywhere. I'd heard about kink and was curious. First, I found BDSM porn, and then the forums. As I read posts on BDSM forums his posts stood out as knowledgeable and real, not fantasy. I sent him a message and was surprised when he answered early the next day. I had lots of questions, and he took time to answer them and point me to valid online resources. I learned a lot and kept asking questions as my understanding increased. I went to a couple of local events and saw real and wanna be submissives, masters and mistresses. I did a few scenes with several local dominants, but never really connected with any of them.
Meanwhile my questions to Master became more personal. I learned that he lived on a farm, was divorced, and had a 22 year old son still living at home. Learning that he had a live in 24/7 full time submissive really piqued my interest and got my juices flowing.
I eventually got up the nerve and asked, "Sir, may I please come visit you?"
He responded, "As my submissive?"
My whole body clenched when I read that question. I blushed, my whole body felt hot, my nipples were so rigid they hurt, and my panties were quickly soaked. But I only hesitated a minute before responding, "yes please, if you will take me as yours."
I didn't get an immediate response, I sat there hyperventilating and without thinking, a hand went into my shorts and found my nub.
Finally, his response popped up, "I don't think you are ready to serve me yet. Are you willing to do what is necessary to be able to properly serve me?"
Initially I was crushed, "he said no." But when I read it the second time, I realized that he wanted to train and test me, so that I would succeed when he allowed me to visit him. I would do whatever it took to have that honor.
I replied, "I understand that I am not ready to properly serve you but will do whatever you request, to be worthy of serving you.
He responded reminding me that it would not be easy, and reminded me of our discussions that being a submissive was not easy, even for those with submissive personalities. He asked if I was willing to commit the time and effort to be prepared. I responded that I would do whatever it took, however long it took.
He sent a request for a lot of personal information: my name, my address, my phone number, my measurements, my clothing sizes, natural hair color and length, and if I had a gym membership. I took a deep breath, it was a lot of information, but the voice in my head responded, "you trust him enough to want to go serve him, obedience starts now."
I sent the requested information, hoping my trust wasn't misplaced. I am Sylvia Young, 10214 Oak Dr, Summerville, TX, 979 000-1234, 34-24-36, size 14dress, 34C bra, 9 1/2 shoe, brunette, shoulder length, no gym membership.
Fifteen minutes later my phone rang, I didn't recognize the number, but something told me to answer it anyway. It was him! He asked me if I was really committed to doing what was necessary. Fortunately, my voice didn't waiver as I responded, with "Please Sir, make me ready to serve you."
He seemed satisfied and continued, "Fortunately, I have a close friend that runs a gym near you. He will be contacting you to set up your initial evaluation and after that your training regimen. Besides your physical training he will also monitor, but not participate in your sexual training. That part will be embarrassing and intrusive, but necessary to know when you are physically ready to be used as my submissive without damaging you. Know that his measurements and evaluations will not involve sexual intercourse with him, though he will use the insertion of devices to measure your progress."
He paused and then asked, "Did that scare you?"
I honestly answered, "yes sir, but did not discourage me, I am still determined to do whatever is necessary."
Sir continued, "An Amazon box will arrive in a couple of days. You may open it and I should have instructions for you on using what you find shortly after your initial evaluation. I will also be emailing you instructions and expectations to help you be ready. Any questions or concerns?"
I had a ton of concerns, but reaffirmed my decision that if I trusted him enough to go serve him, I trusted him to get me ready to do that. I replied, "No Sir, know that I will do my best to be ready to serve you as soon as possible.
He replied, "I trust that you will." And hung up.
I sat there still looking at my phone when it rang. A local number that I didn't recognize. I answered and the person who called said, "I this is John at 'Fitness for You'. I just got a call from our mutual friend that I am to get you into shape and monitor your progress in other areas. Is that correct, and when are you available?
I gulped hard; this was it. The start of being ready to serve someone. "Yes, that is me, can we do 5:00 tomorrow after work?
He took a moment before coming back, "Yes that is available. Wear workout clothes, I will be testing cardo fitness, flexibility, balance, and movement. You also know that I am to set sexual baselines and monitor your progress in that area also?"
I responded, "I was aware of that, though not sure what that was going to entail, and that I would be there at 5:00 in workout clothes.'
I checked the address and added it to my phone. I packed a small bag with a sports bra, shorts, sweatpants, shoes and socks. Once done I just sat there and looked at the bag. My resolve was wavering a bit.
The workday took forever, I looked at my watch at least every fifteen minutes. I only nibbled at my lunch. I did make sure to drink water and stay hydrated so that wouldn't affect my evaluation. At least two coworkers asked why I was anxious, and I honestly responded that I was starting to work with a trainer after work.
Not knowing what the gym had for dressing rooms I changed into my workout clothes in the restroom at work. I was so nervous my hands trembled. But on the other hand, as I pulled off my panties, they were soaking wet. I used paper towels to dry myself.
Fitness for You was in a strip mall. As I walked in there were a few people working on the equipment. I looked around for a big muscular trainer and almost missed John. John was not that tall or big, but obviously solid and muscular. I learned later that he had been a college gymnast.
He took my height and weight and strapped a monitor around my chest that he said would monitor heartrate and respiration. He had me step onto a treadmill. It started slow and flat and then got faster and steeper as time went on. John was watching my results on a laptop, though he occasionally went to check on one of his other customers.
Suddenly the treadmill started to slow down and drop back down to level. While I was still walking slowly, John told me that I had done very well, but would help me get better. He helped me off the treadmill and took me over to a large mat. He had me go down onto all fours and crawl around the circle on the mat while he finished with the other customers and locked the front door.
I wasn't sure why I was crawling, but it seemed like a very good idea to be obedient as was sure everything was being reported to my hopeful Master. My knees were hurting by the time that John returned, but I kept crawling until he told me to stop. He made a notation on his laptop.
For the next half hour John would show me a pose on the mat and then I would copy it as well as I could. John would help me get as close as I could and then measure angles and distances to determine how close I was to the position. I don't think I did very well, of course I was trying to copy a college gymnast with no visible body fat. After each position he made notations on the laptop.
Once done he got me a bottle of water and told me to relax for a minute or two while he set up for the next tests. He came back about ten minutes later and sat down beside me. He looked me square in the face and started talking, "You've been told twice that I was going to take a sexual baseline and monitor your progress, correct?"
I swallowed and said, "Yes, Sir."
He nodded and said, "You have done well so far, you need a lot of work on flexibility which we can do. Your cardio is not bad, but we can make it better. Doing the sexual baseline will be very intrusive. You will be completely naked. I will measure your sexual responsiveness, the tightness of your vagina, the strength of your Kegels, and your responses to anal penetration. I think you understand why these are important for a submissive. I will also take baseline, first day photos of your naked body. I need your positive assent to continue, or you can say no and walk out the front door, and I will report that you weren't ready." He showed me a consent form on a clipboard. It essentially asked me to approve the sexual testing and pretty much repeated what John had told me would be involved.
It only took me a moment to realize that this was just another test on the way to what I wanted. I took the clipboard and signed it with a flourish. John took me back to a room that had a padded table, some muscle and skeleton charts on the walls and some equipment on a small table next to the padded table. He let me in and told me to strip and knock when I was ready.
I almost lost it when the door closed. What was I doing, striping in a small room in a gym for a sexual evaluation, WTF. But the little voice again reminded me, you ae doing what is necessary to get what you want. I removed everything and neatly folded it on the chair. The chill in the room quickly reminded me how naked I was, and I blamed that for my rigid nipples. I knocked on the door and John came in almost immediately. He had me stand by a chart like you see in police line-ups with heights marked. He took pictures of my front profile and back as well as one of my face. He then took a close-up from the side, of my belly, butt and thighs. He showed me the pictures on the laptop. I could only think that these would be the first pictures my future Master would see of me.
John put the strap around my chest again, just above my breasts. The laptop started recording my heart rate and respiration. Both jumped noticeably when John had me lie on the padded table. John used a caliper to measure my nipples and my clit. A small instrument was placed at the entrance to my vagina, and I noticed a third line now recording on the laptop. John saw me notice it and replied, "It is a moisture meter, measuring how wet you are."
John told me to relax and waited until the reading stabilized. He took a small wet vibrator and inserted it a short distance into my vagina. There was an immediate jump in heart rate and respiration, but then they started to both slowly increase. The moisture meter stayed the same for about 15 seconds before it started increasing rapidly.
John used the calipers several times recording the dimensions of my nipples and clitoris. Once the heart rate and respiration leveled off John showed me another instrument. He told me, "This instrument measures how strong your Kegels are. I am going to insert it deep in your vagina and then we are going to run two tests. First you will clamp your Kegels as tight as you can. Then we will drive you to orgasm for our second reading. First, we are going to measure your vagina."
