My name is JoAnne. I met the man who was to become my Master through his cousin during a summer visit. I was 19 and Bill was 19. This was 40 years ago, but I can still remember it as if it had happened earlier today. Even at the age of 19, I had had several short term relationships with various men. I had loved to fuck ever since I had felt my first cock in my pussy just before I turned sweet 16. To be honest with you, short term relationships were all I ever wanted. No going steady or the boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. I dated just about anyone who had asked me out and I fucked most of them.
When I was first introduced to Bill, my whole world was turned upside down and inside out. His cousin had brought me to his house to meet him. He was visiting for a month and Cousin Bud thought it would be a really nice gesture on his part to introduce Cousin Bill to a real live nymphomaniac. I had never been fond of being referred to as a 'nympho' but I guess I had earned the title because, back then, I would eagerly suck and fuck almost any two legged dick that would come my way. I was also called a 'cum slut' because of my craving for the white creamy fluid. I could cum just by bringing a guy off with my hand and watching every last spurt of his cum shooting out of the tiny hole at the end of his hard cock and then licking it all up from where ever it had landed.
I have no idea what had happened to me when I walked into the house that fateful day but, and this is the God's honest truth, when Bill stood up and held out his hand to me, I looked into his beautiful green eyes and felt as if my entire being, from heart to soul, had just been opened up and exposed for the entire world to look at in intimate detail. This handsome man, with long auburn hair kept in a ponytail, turned my entire body into jello. My knees became wobbly, my body was suddenly shaking, my usual confidence and expounding approach, when first introduced to a man, came off like a mumbling, stuttering, corner talking moron. I had never felt so inadequate, helpless, useless, or totally brainless in my life. I always took control with men. I have a very pretty face, gorgeous tits, a fantastic body, and a sexual aura that turns heads toward me by men two blocks away. I was suddenly turned into this dumb, flatchested, shapeless, ugly female virgin who could only stutter and stare at the floor in embarrassment. What the hell was happening to me?
His first words to me were: "Hi JoAnne. I'm so pleased to meet you. From your reaction and what I see in your eyes, I must be the first man with whom you will do anything I wish or ask of you."
This put me into shock. I had no idea how to respond to that. My mind was trying to grasp onto any form of self confidence and dignity it could find. All I could do was look into his eyes once again and I suddenly felt that he was actually inside of me and looking at my thoughts and desires. It wasn't threatening. As a matter of fact, it was very calming, and I suddenly felt myself becoming very peaceful and secure in his presence. With a surge of new confidence, I said to him: "You are the first man I have ever met who can freely do anything he wants with me."
And that was our first meeting. Within a year I had earned his collar. I had become the woman I was always trying to hide from myself and everybody else. I trained hard and long and learned submission, obedience, trust, honesty, and then came to realize the greatest and deepest feelings of love that could possibly exist in this world.
That's how we met. We have been together for 40 years. I wanted to tell you about that before I told you about the bet we made the very next day. Well..... It wasn't the usual kind of bet. A 'challenge' would be a much better word to use.
Cousin Bud and his wife fixed up a beautiful dinner that first evening that I had met my future Master. Every date I had ever had started out with some food, then some booze (even at age 16), followed by a make out session with lots of touchy/feely, and finally to the sucking and fucking that I craved so much. This first evening with Bill didn't exactly go in that direction. We all ate a nice dinner and then adjourned into the living room where a fireplace was glowing with dancing flames. We all enjoyed a few after dinner drinks and the four of us just simply talked, and laughed, and told stories and other lies until the early hours of the next morning. We had a fantastic time. I was just overwhelmed with awe for this new man who treated me with respect and consideration. He looked at me as a sensual woman rather than as a sexual object. I wasn't just another wet cunt to stick his dick in and shoot his load as I was to every other man I had ever met. By the time the evening was over, I had no doubt in my mind that I would do anything he asked or commanded, And I mean absolutely anything, anywhere, anytime, no matter what it was that he wanted me to do. He could do anything to me and I would do anything for him. And that meant privately, publically, on a stage, in a fully packed stadium, in the middle of town, or out in the countryside. Anything. Anywhere. Anytime. No exceptions. And that petrified me. That was not 'me' at all. That was somebody entirely different that I had never met. I had no idea what was happening to me.
Bill took me home just a little after 3 a.m. in the morning. He walked me to the door, gave me a light kiss on the lips, told me he was very happy that we had met, told me to meet him at 12 noon at a famous local hot dog stand outside of town, and just simply walked back to his car and left without waiting for any response from me. I was to meet him and that was all there was to it.
I went into my apartment in a total daze and spent the next hour masturbating over and over again to his image in my mind. I came at least four times in that hour. I couldn't help it. My dreams that night were of me being tied up, spanked, paddled, handcuffed, paraded around naked, and performing all sorts of weird and unusual sex acts on a stage that was lit up so brightly I couldn't tell if Bill was the only one in the audience or whether every seat was filled. In one dream sequence, there was a neon sign hanging on my bedroom wall that was flashing "DANGER!!! YOU ARE PROBABLY BEING WATCHED RIGHT NOW!!!" And that's how he started turning my world upside down.
I woke up at 10:30 a.m. I took a shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs and underarms, and toweled my body dry. An idea suddenly popped into my head and I shaved my pussy too. I have done that a few times over the years but, for the most part, I just keep it trimmed short and neat. When I finished with the electric trimmer and the razor, my entire pussy was totally hairless and as smooth as a baby's hind end. I had even used the electric trimmer to shave off any of the hairs around my asshole as best as I could.
Since it was the beginning of summer and would be in the upper 70's all day, I put on a sundress that I love to wear, which is really sexy without being vulgar. It had a reinforced bodice so a bra was totally unnecessary. And, in this case, was totally unwanted. I put on a nice pair of lightly colored panties and retrieved a pair of leather sandals from the back of my closet. My hair was in a casual ponytail just like Bill's, except that mine was a whole lot longer. I left my apartment, got into my car, and drove directly to the hot dog stand where Bill had told me to meet him at 12 noon. I was there at 11:55. He was pulling into the parking lot at the exact same time that I was pulling in. We parked side by side on the very outside edge of this humongous open parking area that served as an overflow for the shopping center on the far side.. After saying our hellos, Bill took my hand into his and we walked across the extremely large parking lot toward the small fast food joint that was in one corner as if we had been boyfriend/girlfriend for years. He told me I looked beautiful and 'far out sexy'. My heart was racing like the Daytona 500.
We walked through the door, up to the counter and ordered hot dogs, potato salad, and lemonade. We received a number tag and Bill led me to the table in the farthest rear corner of the little restaurant. Our food came soon after that and we spent the next half hour eating and talking casually about general topics of interest.
When we had finished with our lunch and the table had been cleared, Bill took both of my hands in his, looked straight into my eyes (which meant he was also looking inside of me), and asked me if I would like to play a little game that would determine what we were going to do together for the rest of the day. I had asked him what kind of game and he said it was sort of like a toss of the coin, a drawing of a card, or maybe even like a bet.
I don't know why, but I had instant total trust in this man from the moment I had first met him. I said OK to the game and asked what the winner was going to get.
