Hello Doug,
I am going to give you my address and three days. You can come one day, two, or all three. Do not tell me what you are going to do. If you plan to come all three, the first day you will come armed with toys and enough rope to bind me any way you choose. That will be your only day to do with me what you wish, because after that your goal will be my pleasure. If you choose to come only one of these days then I am yours to command. If you come two of the three, one day will belong to you, the other to me. The door downstairs will be open, I will be inside. You can bring one friend if you wish. See you soon, and don't forget to bring your stamina.
J. W.
My finger trembled a bit on the mouse as the cursor hoovered over the "send" button. I was trying to sound confident, sure, and ready, but this was first time doing anything like this. I wanted this man to dominate me, but I was also terrified. Terrified of meeting him, terrified of what might happen, terrified that I was putting my life in a strangers hands!
But he wasn't a complete stranger. We had talked a bit over the past week about ourselves, our ideas, what we liked, what was out of bounds, and even our work. He seemed nice, but he also displayed the dominate attributes I so desired. Just composing the e-mail had turned me on so much my groin was throbbing.
He was also the only one I had found willing to take on a FtM. I might still have a vagina, but in all other ways I was male. From my deep voice and scruffy chin to my growing prick and pronounced muscles. This all made him want me more, and that made me even happier. There were no requirements other than we wanted each other.
I hastily click, and the e-mail zooms into cyber space. I won't know if he's agreed until he shows up or doesn't. I try to settle my nerves by making myself a cup of tea, and when I return to my computer there is an e-mail waiting for me. It simply says:
Do not touch yourself.
Doug
I sigh and sip my tea before closing the only other tab I had open. So much for getting the release I was hoping for. He might not be here to see me do it, but I didn't want to let him down. I clench my legs together and go in search of something to occupy my mind. A few hours of TV later I am back to reality and ignoring the ache between my legs.
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Monday had come all too soon. I had spent Saturday and Sunday cleaning the house, dragging a mattress into the vacant basement, and making sure everything was ready. I had planned this so that I could be sure there was no question as to what would happen. Doug would come Monday night, if he came at all, and have his way with me but we would both have to be at work the next day so our time would be limited to a few hours. I wanted to have fun, but I didn't want to be trapped for too long.
Now it was 8pm, and he was either going to be here in a few minutes or I was going to go another day without release. That had been driving me crazy, and I had to squeeze my legs together often to try and diminish the need. There was a TV down here, so I clicked it on and sat watching some show about how things are made. I didn't realize how engrossed I was in how they made and packaged chips until a hand clamped over my mouth and I was jerked to my feet.
I tried to pry the hand away from my mouth and struggled to get away, but I just wasn't strong enough. The man holding me laughed heartily, and I hoped desperately it was Doug. I finally stopped my struggles when my breathing became labored. My nostrils flared as I tried to bring in air.
"Good!" the man said and a hand wrapped around me and was forced between my legs. I was lifted off of the ground and thrown on my back on the mattress. The man standing over me was huge, muscle bound, and dressed head to toe in black including a ski mask. I had no way of knowing who he was, or what I had just gotten myself into, so I opened my mouth to shout and was rewarded with a hard slap to groin. I gasped, the man laughed. "I like a fighter! You'll learn soon enough. That's what tonight is. Your training."
I stared at the man towering over me, suddenly feeling very weak and small. He dropped a black duffel bag off his shoulder that I hadn't noticed before and began to pull out different lengths of rope. I was quickly and efficiently undressed and bound. My hands were tied together in front of me, my feet were tied together,and a rope was pretzeled around my pre-op chest. My breasts were small, but he tied them tight enough to make them stand out. I squirmed in my bonds and watched him return to his duffel bag.
Now he removed a number of different dildos and butt plugs. The last thing he pulled out was a ball gag. He smiled down at me, flashing white teeth, before the gag was forced between my lips and I was silenced for good. I quickly began to drool over the foreign object in my mouth, and there was little I could to stop it. My jaw ached, and I tried to gurgle out a "please, it's too much," but Doug, god I hope it is Doug, ignored me.
He returned to his bag, which I thought had to be empty by now, and started pulling out a few more things. I craned my neck to see, and whimpered when I recognized leather bound paddles. He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. "Tonight is my night, remember? Before it's over you will be begging for this." He picks up a small paddle and lightly taps my perky nipple. I grunt and he chuckles. "Now, let's get started. First of all," he rises to his feet and paces around me, his eyes roaming every inch of my skin, "you will refer to me as Master or Sir. When you receive one of these," he slaps the paddle against my thigh, "you will say 'thank you Master' or 'thank you Sir'. Do you understand?" He slaps my thigh again, harder, and I cringe in pain but manage a muffled "Thank you Master" through my gag. He nods and trails the paddle along my abdomen.
