Chapter 1: Arriving
As the taxi pulled up on Saturday afternoon, the first day of my two-week vacation, I felt my heart pounding faster… here I was at last. The ride from the airport seemed to have taken no time at all. I realized that I had spent the whole time going over and over in my mind what might happen while I was here. I walked hesitantly to the door, took a deep breath and rang the bell. You opened the door smiling that familiar smile. "Hi Debbie, I'm Monty," I said. You looked beautiful and radiantly happy and I felt at once that I had made the right decision to come here. "Hi," you said warmly, "I'm so pleased you made it… come inside."
I stepped indoors and ran my eyes around the room while you stepped behind me to close the door. I bent to put my suitcase on the ground and as I did I heard, rather than felt, a metallic click. As I straightened up I felt my right wrist being pulled across behind my back and then there was a second click. I tugged back instinctively and hard steel bit into my wrists. Too late, I realized that you had swiftly and expertly handcuffed me. I was about to turn and confront you when something soft and black wrapped around my head from behind and covered my eyes. "Debbie…" I began to cry in protest, but as my mouth opened I was stunned to feel a ball gag being forced into it and then quickly buckled behind my neck.
Taken aback by this sudden change in my circumstances, I didn't know what to do. I felt totally helpless and rather frightened. Had I made a mistake in coming here? At the same time, I couldn’t help feeling aroused, both by the helplessness of my situation and by your expertise in handling me. Clearly you were a mistress who knew how to get her way! As I hesitated, you pushed me forward and I stumbled in the direction you led me, unable to orient myself at all and feeling completely lost.
We passed through one or maybe two doorways and then you said, "Stop, boy…stand there!" My handcuffed wrists were pulled up high behind my back and I heard metal on metal. I tried to pull them down again but they seem to be hooked on something high up. My arms were pulled up straight out behind me at an uncomfortable height, almost level with my shoulders. It forced me to put my head forward and stick my ass out in a most undignified way. I tried to protest but the gag was completely effective; I could only make indistinct sounds in my throat.
Then I felt your hands unbuckling the belt of my jeans and unzipping my fly. In spite of my circumstances, I involuntarily began to grow harder. "Very nice, boy" you murmured as you pulled down my pants and then my briefs to my ankles, "Even bigger than it looks on your webcam, and such beautiful balls too." As your fingers caressed them I felt an erection growing and growing. I felt you unlacing my shoes and I raised first one foot and then the other so that you could remove my shoes and socks, pants and briefs. Too late I realized that you had been busy again. Something held each ankle fixed about two feet apart. It forced me still lower down, which meant that my arms were pulled up even higher behind my back, my head was bowed to face the floor and my ass was thrust out behind me.
I felt totally exposed, unable to close my legs and with my cock, balls and asshole completely accessible to you. I could not see you or hear you now. I had no way of knowing where you might touch me next, whether gently or to inflict pain. I was totally at your mercy. This was frightening. After all, I was now in a strange country, with a woman I had never met, who might do literally anything to me. Things were going much faster than I had expected, and who knew what might happen next?
Then I heard the snip of scissors as you cut my T-shirt away from my body. It fell to the ground. "That's better, slave." You whispered close to my ear "Now you are naked, exactly the way I like you to be. That is how you will stay for as long as I want. Completely mine. You do want to be mine completely, don't you?" I nodded as best I could. "You came here thinking that you are a slave because you have obeyed me on NetMeeting, don't you? Well, let me tell you, if you want to be my slave in real life you are going to have to learn a lot. We aren't pretending any more. Let me make it clear. If you want to be my slave you will have to earn that privilege, and you haven't made a very good beginning. You have two weeks here. During that time I will test you and decide whether I want to keep you." Keep me? What did you mean? We had never said anything about that.