My name is Clare. I'm a pretty average person- average looks, average job, and average life. It took me about 15 blind dates and the unexciting passage of my 25th birthday to decide that average wasn't good enough for me anymore. I wanted and deserved something more. I decided to begin with my sex life.
My sex life is pretty (you guessed it) average. I had this secret yearning to be dominated by a powerful man, and to become his sex slave, yet none of the guys I dated seem to fit into that role. There was one guy that I attempted to start this with, but after he looked at me in disgust after I suggested bondage, I gave up my search. I had now decided to go back to that search, but instead of looking for a relationship first and a Dom second, I would go straight to looking for a Master.
So after some online searches and joining online communities and chat rooms, here I am, waiting on my front porch to meet my new Master. William and I had had some email correspondence, and I quickly decided that I was very interested in this man. Last week we spoke on the phone for the first time, and just the sound of his voice was enough to provide me with the best orgasm I have ever given myself. Our correspondence thus far had been pretty cordial, and included us going over some basic questions (like "How would you rate your experience of anal sex in comparison to vaginal sex?", in which case I responded that I had never had anal sex, and his response was "Hmm, how I love a virgin... we will change that," which was enough to give me a second orgasm that night).
We had exchanged pictures and I was in awe of how attractive and powerful he was. He seemed to be pleased with me as well because he asked me if I would be interested in trying out a trial night, and see how we worked out together. I quickly replied yes, and have been waiting excitedly and very hornily ever since.
So here I am, waiting on my front porch for him to pick me up and take me to his place, where we will spend the night together. Oddly enough, I trust William so much more than I have ever trusted another man I have been with, and I could not wait to get started.
His instructions to me had been very clear. I was to rid myself of all my body hair, put minimal make up on, and wear a tight black dress with red heels, and no undergarments. So as I stood outside waiting, I could feel a slight breeze in my already wet vagina.
When I saw his car pull up on the driveway, a slight tremor went through my body. The car stopped and the driver door opened. A man whose face I had memorized from the pictures he sent me got out of the car. His pictures had not done him justice. He was tall and built, and ruggedly handsome. He walked up to me and I could feel his masculinity and power oozing from him. I instantly felt insecure. There was no way I, average Clare, could ever match up to him.
He smiled as he reached the porch and said in that voice I already loved, "My beautiful Clare. You look stunning darling. I can't wait to make you mine." He then kissed me quite chastely on my mouth. I felt an even more powerful tremor go through me. He pulled away and gave me a hard look. "Clare, before we go any further, know that you can stop at any time. Our safe word will be "blue". Get that? You can use it anytime you need. But remember, as soon as you say it, this will be over."
"Yes," I replied.
He tsked and said, "You must now refer to me as Master. And I may call you, or do with you, whatever I please throughout the night. Got that?"
Without hesitation, I replied, "Yes, Master."
He smiled again. "Good girl. Now get into the car." I did as he commanded and waited anxiously for him to get into the driver seat. We drove in silence for a few moments when he said, "Clare, I know this is the first time you have done this. Some things will scare you, but I mean no harm. Remember you can always safe word, but you shouldn't have to. You can trust me Clare."
"Yes, Master," I whispered.
"Speak louder, slave," he commanded.
