First Meeting 142

I pulled into the driveway and stepped out of my car. I got my bag out of the back seat and walked toward the building. The building housed 2 stories of condos. It looked well cared for and the landscaping was attractive. The door to the condo building was unlocked and I climbed the stairs to the second floor and located her door. It was ajar and I pushed it and entered. The condo was tastefully decorated and looked tidy and clean. It had the air of "woman" about it and even though I knew this already, I could tell from the surroundings that no male lived here. I strolled around the condo, checking out the two bedrooms, kitchen, and bathroom. Everything looked adequate for my purposes. The only unusual thing about it was the naked woman standing the center of the living room.

Now I regarded her. She was maybe 5' 6" and definitely chubby or a "BBW" using the polite term. She had a pretty round face with big eyes. Her hair was a dark reddish brown and almost shoulder length Her complexion was olive. Her boobs were large, heavy and drooped. She had a belly but no stretch marks. She had thick thighs and little fat pads above her hips. She was wearing makeup and was standing with her legs apart and hands at her sides. Her eyes were lowered and she was wearing the ball gag that I had ordered her to buy.

She was much younger than me. I knew this not just from her appearance but from the extensive conversations we had had over the past several months. This was our first time seeing each other but I was not surprised by her appearance. We had exchanged pictures a few weeks ago and I had required her to give me a complete, detailed and clinical description of her body via Email. She had been cautioned that if she left anything out, she would be punished. So far, her description was accurate.

I walked up to her now and tilted her chin up so she could look into my eyes. She started to tear up and was clearly trembling from anticipation. "I'm going to start my inspection now." She nodded. I wiped up the drool from her boobs and rubbed it on her face. She grimaced a look of disgust but she knew that discomfort of this sort and worse was her lot in this relationship.

My inspection was intended to be humiliating, like a prison strip search, and also stimulating. It was intended to objectify her because it was as if I was examining a piece of machinery for purchase. She knew my penchant for objectification and she had confessed that she felt a twinge of excitement when I described my "inspection process".

I would use humiliation very sparingly because I felt it could be destructive. One time I had a cyber-relationship with a BBW housewife. She craved being objectified into a pig and I went along with it for a time. She was allowed to buy a pig nose and anal plug with a pig tail and perform like a pig for me on video chats. After a time I decided it wasn't healthy for her and I stopped the pig-play.

I do feel that objectification and humiliation as a demonstration of submission is OK and certainly stimulating. When a slave kisses my feet, I don't want her to grovel. I want her to show her respect, admiration and affection for me in a submissive manner. Similarly, I refuse to spit on my slaves, even if they crave it. I never lose sight of the fact that the slave on the floor worshipping my feet is a loving, attractive, female human being.

I went around to her back and stood behind her. I smelled her hair. She had worn perfume as I had requested and it was contributing to my sexual excitement. I grabbed a handful of her hair and squeezed and gave her head a mild shake as to say "I can do what I want with you." Her hair would be in my hands many times in the upcoming months.

I traced my fingers around her ears and breathed into them. She shuddered. I kissed each one gently and whispered horrible, dirty, disgusting, wonderful things to her throughout the process.

I moved down to her neck. I kissed it gently and then put my hand around it and squeezed. By the end of today, she would be wearing the training collar I bought on the web. From today forward, she would wear a collar 24/7. I had also purchased a collar suitable for public when she went out or to work. I chose one that was rather subtle but still would indicate her enslavement to a discerning eye.

I ran my fingers down her upper arms. They had a little extra fat on them. I gently pressed her elbows together to see if she could stand being bound tightly there. I decided that she could, but there would need to be some slack. I would probably purchase an armbinder, or order her to make one, but the arms in it would have to be pretty large.

We first met months ago, on a BDSM hookup web site. I was single again for the first time in decades and decided I wanted to become active in the BDSM world again. My ad was very detailed and specific:

"Older experienced Male Master is seeking a real-life fulltime female slave for His stable." A brief physical description followed. "Experience as a slave a plus but not required. Requirements of the position are as follows"

- Must live alone in apartment, condo, or house.

- Excellent personal hygiene. Keep a clean and tidy house.

- Born female and still female. No sissy boys or trans.

- Deep submissive nature. Willing and able to withstand pain and rough treatment.

- No age requirement. Not obese and not anorexic.

- Good health, able to easily walk 1 hour.

- No drug use or chemical addictions.

- No smoking or vaping anything.

- Although limits will be respected, must be open to extreme scenes.

- Must be willing to "court" for extended period via Email, chat and phone calls. I like to know my slaves before I see them.

- Displays of jealousy are grounds for immediate dismissal. You must be comfortable with having "sisters".

Next, I examined her back. No scars, few blemishes. That empty canvas begged to be written on with my artistry. Her virgin back would suffer the torments of many whippings and floggings in the upcoming months. She was very interested in spanking and had had some play spankings from boyfriends in the past but she had never been whipped. I had made it plain to her. "My slaves get whipped, often and severely."

I had already started making a variety of whips and floggers in my basement. I enjoy making implements of pain although I'm not very good at it. I would invest in a bullwhip and single tail but would make my own floggers out of a variety of items from the hardware store. One invention I was particularly proud of was a flogger made out of strands of light chain.

Initially, all of her whippings would take place at my house. I had a Sybian and she would be astraddle it for whippings for the first months and I would turn it on before whipping her. My intention was that by subjecting her to intense orgasms while suffering from the lashes, her body would come to associate orgasms with being whipped.

Because of my flexible requirements for physical appearance, I had received several "applicants" to my ad. I initiated conversations with all of them but the one in front of me now had rated a personal visit first. She was agreeable to my terms and confessed she was attracted to me just based on my ad. Our chat conversations were stimulating to both of us. She worked so we conversed in the evenings and weekends, covering a large variety of topics.

She had had boyfriends, some for even a year or so but none very recent. Most had mistreated her, gotten the fucks and sucks they could from the fat needy girl before moving on. For even the healthy relationships, she knew something was missing. She felt a craving for discipline, rules and enforcement. She wanted to be independent but not that independent.

Next I examined her ass. She had a big ass with plenty of padding. No scars from her "play" spankings. I ran my hands over the surface and contemplated what the future held for these two luscious mounds.

As part of our conversations, we had exchanged porn videos as a way of familiarizing each other with our likes and dislikes. I noticed a recurring theme in the videos she sent me: schoolgirls or wives getting spanked for disobedience. I brought this up to her and she admitted that she had fantasies about breaking rules and suffering consequences.

Understanding this, I set up a set of rules and inspections for her to take place today and for subsequent visits. The rules covered housekeeping, personal hygiene and appearance, and personal habits and behaviors. She admitted to be excited when she read her rules for the first time. She also requested rules regarding her finances. She felt that she was a little too prone to impulse buying so we set up limits on her spending and what was required to be approved by me.

The simplest violation of the rules would be punished and she was required to report any infractions that I was not aware of. Uttering "damn" would get her 5 strokes where orgasming without permission would get 20. I did not expect any serious transgressions. Although she clearly needed comfort of rules and enforcement, I could tell that she was a "good girl" and not a "fence tester".

Simple rules violations would be punished according to the standard domestic discipline procedure. When it was time for punishment, she would be sent to the "punishment room" to wait for me and contemplate what was coming. If she had clothes on they would be removed. When I arrived, I would sit on the bed with her and we would discuss her transgression and what my judgement was. Then I would have her assume the position I had chosen for this punishment. Sometimes it would simply be ass-up-head-down with pillows under her middle. Other times it could be the diaper position or maybe a stress position where she had to support her upper torso weight on her hands.

As I administered the strokes, she would count out loud and thank me. If she neglected either of these, we would start over. After the strokes were completed, she would sit with me and cuddle, me telling her that all was forgiven and she was still my good girl. Then she would kneel and worship my cock until I came in her mouth. More cuddling and then would be corner time with her hands behind her head and mouth open. I had joined a few online spanking groups and one domestic discipline group and a picture of her in corner time would be posted to all of these.

I had started making some spanking implements in my basement. I made a small assortment of paddles and straps and found a hefty back brush at the store. I'd have to purchase a Lexan paddle. I had lusted for a prison strap for a long time but they were pricey and I'd wait to see how she reacted to the other spanking instruments before investing in it.

I would paddle her today for the first time later, even if she didn't earn a punishment. I wanted to assess how easily she bruised. I had learned from experience that the ease of ass bruising had a huge spectrum. Slave14 had "buns of steel" and it took serious effort for her ass to show any mark at all. But the one-night slave in Tennessee surprised me at how easily she bruised. I gave her 10 whacks with a small paddle before I noticed that she was bruising up fast. I wonder how she explained that to her husband.

Now it was time to inspect her anus. I got some gloves and lube out of my bag and greased up my index finger. I had told her about this part of the inspection on the phone. "You'll use your hands to spread your cheeks for me. I'll put gloves on and will lubricate my finger before it enters your anus. I'll roam around in there just like you were in prison and I was looking for contraband. "

"On the day I come to visit, you'll give yourself a thorough enema. You will always want to be squeaky clean in there because you never know when I'm going to pull my cock out and put it in your mouth."

I followed my procedure as I had described and could tell that I was causing discomfort with my finger. When I thought she had suffered enough, I pulled my finger out and rubbed it on her upper lip.

She was not an anal virgin although she didn't have a lot of experience with it. She knew that as a good slave, all 3 of her holes were to be available to me at any time and she accepted that. As preparation, she had started using one of her dildos to get used to the penetration and to stretch her anus out. She also bought a small anal plug and had started wearing it around the house. All of her implements were spread out on the coffee table so I took her plug, lubricated it and inserted it into her anus, signaling that it had passed inspection.

Regardless of her anus self-training, I expected to cause her pain there. As a Male sadist, there's a special enjoyment from causing pain with your cock. And if I felt her spankings needed a little "spice", I could always put a ginger root or Capsaicin ointment in her anus.

I now moved down to the back of her legs, the thighs and calves. For me, these are part of the "punishment zone" which reaches from the top of the ass to the bottom of the calves. I relish striking thighs and calves even more than the ass because marking is guaranteed and visible and the pain in excruciating.

I had previously sent her a video of a schoolgirl being caned on the thighs and calves while standing on a chair. It was obviously painful and the marks showed up quickly. She admitted being turned on by that video and asked for permission to have an orgasm that night, which I granted.

I was not aware of any local spanking or domestic discipline groups but I was going to look for some. If we found a suitable one, she would be spanked in public or would show up with red welts on her thighs and calves.

Finally I was looking at her feet. I didn't touch them; I just contemplated what horrors I could inflict on her soles but probably wouldn't. I had sent her a few falaka videos but only mild ones, not the ones with sadistic middle eastern husbands punishing their wives. I think she was a bit horrified and didn't say much about them. But to determine if she was turned on by being terrified, like many other submissives, I would bind her in a falaka position sometime to see how she reacted.

I had completed my inspection of her backside and moved back to a standing position in front of her. I removed the ball gag from her mouth and used a tissue to wipe off her face. She was under orders to keep her arms at her side and she did. I tilted her chin up and kissed her on the lips, not hard but firm. She sighed.

Her eyes were dark brown to go with her olive skin. I was a sucker for brown eyes. In the past, I had avoided the use of blindfolds because I liked seeing the reaction of my slaves to what I was doing to them. But I had learned that blindfolds were a form of confinement and could heighten the anticipation of what was to come. So these eyes would be blindfolded at times in the future and her head would be hooded and harnessed.

I traced her cheeks with my fingertips. She had not expressed an interest in being slapped, so these cheeks would only get light slaps when I wanted her attention or to help her understand my seriousness.

Her nose was cute and not too big. Her nostrils would feel the nosehook at times but not often. I would use it as part of a bondage confinement, most likely has part of harnessing her head or a hog tie.

She had no piercings on her face but I had told her that a septum ring was probably in her future. A septum ring is an ideal place to attach a lead or as one of the rings used to mount a slave on the wall. Using that ring alone, you can tether a slave to a wall for a flogging. She is required to restrict her movements, even when the blows fall, to avoid pain in her nose.

I had sent her videos of slaves being bagged but she had not expressed excitement so it would be unlikely that I would do that to her. Asphyxia was something I wasn't expert in and was nervous about.

I kissed her gently on the lips again and then traced her lips with my finger tip. Female mouths are great playground for Master/sadists like me. Gags are one of my fetishes and there are so many to choose from. Then of course there is cock worship and face-fucking. Once we were getting pretty comfortable with each other on the phone, I sent her some cock worship videos and bought her one of those flexible dildos that you can stick on a mirror. She was assigned the task of practicing her deep throat technique daily and sending me videos of it. We had one very nice live video session where I was jacking off watching her gag on the dildo as she struggled to take all of it.

Not all of our conversations had been about sex and intimacy. We had talked about values, morals, our histories, careers, issues, leisure activities. I had revealed to her how I had conflicting motivations when it came to treatment of slaves: I am a sadist with a kind and gentle nature. Given consent from my slave, I can be brutal. I might lobby pretty hard for some activity but I won't force something on a woman.

We were both straight sexually but I had told her that I had a small desire to find a sissy boy (submissive male) and jointly torture and punish him. She thought that might be fun.

My fingers traced down her arms to her hands and I held them in mine. We had talked about marks also. In the future, she might have tattooed chains on her wrist and a mark indicating my ownership somewhere on her body. I had tattooed my initials on the back of the neck of a previous slave but was not inclined to be that overt this time. Perhaps a brand on the pussy mound. I was undecided and felt there was plenty of time to consider this.

Of course, as a slave and with both of us having an interest in confinement, her wrists would be bound in many ways in the future. I was especially interested in rigid confinement: yokes, posture braces and collars, wall-mounting, spreader bars, etc. Now, I took put her wrists behind her and deftly bound them with a single tie-wrap.

Finally, my hands were on her boobs, another sadist's playground. As I said, they were large, heavy and a bit droopy. The droop would be partially remedied by being tightly bound at the base, to the point of being painful (of course) and ultra-sensitive. Binding would sometimes be used in place of a bra if we were going out in a "fetish" mood.

I was getting quite horny so I gave her a taste of what was in store. I grabbed her nipples roughly and firmly and shook both boobs hard, then dropped them and started slapping them from below so they jumped and danced under my ministrations. Tears formed in her eyes and she whimpered but I was not deterred. Boobs only have 2 purposes and since she was not likely to have children, the only remaining purpose is what they were enduring now: toys for Master's enjoyment.

I grabbed each one with both hands, squeezed them hard, trying to force fluid out of the nipples. She was definitely crying out now so I paused long enough to replace the ball gag to muffle her screams. I intensified my torture, grabbing the nipples again and lifting hard. Her hands came up from her sides to try to stop me and then, recognizing her transgression, she replaced them quickly, but too late. "slave, you just earned your first punishment. It will happen after I complete my inspection."

She knew what was in store for her cow udders. I had sent her videos of breasts being skewered, nailed to boards, tied up until purple, sewn together, and even used to suspend a slave. She was understandably nervous but felt that she could endure it if the women in the videos did.

I had abused her nipples but now I looked at them carefully. The nipples were obviously long enough for me to grab but could stand to be longer. I would pierce them and she would either wear rings so I could mount her on the wall, or nipple stretchers, to lengthen them enough so that they could easily be tied with string.