The wheels made a distinctive drone, as I sped along the interstate. I was on my way to meet Joan, for the first time. I hoped things went well. I hope Joan would find me desirable, and, in time, become my first and only sex slave. We had E-mailed back and forth, for a month or so. Then about two weeks a go, we started talking, on the phone. If this weekend went well, Joan would come out west and stay with me for a month, then we would make a decision, concerning our future.
Turning off the interstate, it was just a short hop, and few blocks to Terry's home. Terry was a life long friend of Joan's, and we had agreed to meet there, for Joan's safety. I pulled into the driveway of a modest, but clean rambler. Terry invited me in, and we both sat down, on the living room couch. Terry was an attractive, 33 year old blond, wearing a long sleeved sweater and spandex leggings. "Your more beautiful than Joan let on."
"Thank you." Terry blushed and looked down.
"So do have the description or list? I asked for?" We had discussed in detail, Joan's past and also her future desires. I still needed to have it all in writing.
"Here you go." As she handed me two sheet of paper stapled together. I handed it back to Terry, and ask her to read it to me, so that we could go over any question, I might have.
Terry started to read, but quickly interrupted, and began to embellish. This is exactly what I wanted. "Joan needs to be controlled at all times. Her marriage fell a part because she has no self-esteem; she freely admits that her choices are consistently wrong. She is desperate to be manipulated in every facet, of her life, from what she wears to what she eats and even thinks. She views herself as a sexual animal, and that is how she wants to be treated. After her husband left her, and took their little girl, she went on a promiscuous binge. She had sex with any one or any thing that would give her the time of day. She was looking for someone to give her a purpose, to make her feel needed."
"Finally, one night she called me from the hospital, she had been gang raped and beaten. She has been living with me ever since. As time wore on, she confided all this to me. Because of her diverse sexual activities, she has acquired unusual tastes. She loves to be dominated, constantly reminded of her low station in life. Joanne considers herself a pet or toy. She likes to be spanked, so much so that if her butt is not red, and sore she's unhappy."
"I came home a week ago, and she had purposely broken one of my most prize possessions. A China doll, my father gave me, for my sixteenth birthday. I cried. She begged me to beat her. She went to the laundry room, took her cloths off, and returned with a belt. She knelt down right there, on the floor, and pleaded with me, to hit her. I was so upset, that I took the belt and hit her a couple of times, across the back. I immediately saw the red marks and it scared me. I dropped the belt and ran to my room to cry. I'm sorry. I don't know why I told you about that."
Returning to the papers, that she held, Terry continued, "Joanne loves to play games, any game where she is the submissive or underling. She loves to dress up. If she ever gets cocky or proud, she needs to be put down and put down hard. Being embarrassed destroys her confidence and she loves that. Doing things that are uncomfortable makes her pussy wet. She likes to be punished, and this is really weird, but she likes to be tied up a lot. Even when we were kids, she always wanted to be tied up."
"Joanne liked to play the damsel in distress, or the captured Indian maiden, staked out or tied to a tree. She has asked me to help her out, but I just can't do that stuff. She would move in with you right now, if you hadn't insisted on meeting this way. I want to thank you, for that. I will feel much better knowing she's with someone who cares. Do you have any more questions?"
I had already been told most of this, but it was important to me, to hear this all again. Then, smiling, I answered, "No. If I think of any, I'll ask. Shall I inspect the goods?" I stood up and pulled the coffee table out of the way, then sat back down. Terry called to Joan, and ask her to come out.
Joan ran down the hall way and up to the back of the couch. Reaching over the back, of the sofa, she threw her arms around me, and kissed me, on the cheek. "I'm so glad to finally meet you. I hope you're pleased with me. I hope I'm what you're looking for."
"Wo Wo" I stopped her. Pulling her hands off my neck, I stood up and turned toward her. "You're moving to quick here little lady. We will start training you right now. Come around here and stand directly in front of Terry and I, about six feet away from the couch." Joanne quickly obeyed.
"Stand up straight, and do not speak, unless spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Yes master." She quietly responded.
"I am not your master yet, my dear. Until we agree that, that is what we both want. You will address me as sir."
"Yes Sir." She looked directly into my eyes. It was a trusting, and meaningful look. I could see hope and possibilities, in those eyes. If we're both honest, this might really work out.
She stood 5'4" tall, just smaller than Terry. She had beautiful big brown eyes, shoulder length dark brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail. A pale yellow tee shirt, cut off at the midriff, tight jeans and some cheap slip on gym shoes. She wore no makeup or jewelry. All exactly as I had specified. "I would like to hear, from your lips. What is it that you want out of this relationship? And what do you bring to this union?"
"I was listening, to Terry, from the bedroom. Every thing she said is true. I need a strict master. One who will direct me, punish me, and after the gang rape. Terry and I both agree, that I need someone to protect me. You see I wanted to be gang raped. I ask those men to do it to me. I teased them into it. But it went to far, and I almost got killed. I need order, and stability. I need structure in my life. I hope get that from you."
"I don't bring much into this. I have no belongings. Even the cloths I wear are Terry's. On the up side, I will do and be anything you ask of me. I am still young enough to have some good looks, or at least my looks don't offend people. I will do anything to please you. Sir."
I began. "Lets go over the rules for this weekend. For the next three days, you are my property. I will use you and do with you as I please. You will act as though you are enjoying every minute of it. You will respond quickly to any and all commands. Your only recourse of action is your safe word. Your safe word will be Elephant. Say it for me."
"Elephant." Joan repeated.
"When you say this word. I will immediately stop what ever we're doing. We will discuss what ever the problem is, and make the necessary changes, to our activities. If you use the safe word three times, I will bring you back here and our time will be over. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Terry, do you want us to make check in calls every so often?" Terry looked surprised. We had gone over these rules, on the phone. Joanne had made it clear that she did not want to limit me with a "safe" word. And now the thought of a check in call, this wasn't something they had planned on.
Terry, sitting very uncomfortably and blushing stuttered. "That would be great. I'd like to hear how things are going. How about once a day, about noon."
"That will be fine." I said. "It's Thursday, and almost three p.m.. I'll have her back here Monday morning about nine a.m.. Does that sound O.K. to both of you?"
"Yes Sir." They both said in unison, then giggled, and smiled at each other.
"Joan, what would you like me to call you?"
