my Master is an alien shape shifter.
W/we met at a BDSM party for singles held by a mutual acquaintance and Her slave, a professional photographer by trade. One of the "events" of the party was slave jenni taking pictures of people secured to a massive web of silver chains. i had never been bound to such a beautiful, shiny web before, so i eagerly awaited my turn.
When my turn finally came, i slithered out of my clothes. Wearing only my favorite black heels, i allowed slave jenni to use thin silver chains to secure my wrists, ankles, neck, and waist to the much larger silver chains comprising the web. As she bound me in place, i saw that my nudity had attracted quite a crowd, as i was the first to be bound in this level of undress.
That was when i first saw Him, His eyes appraising my body as His lips provided His approval. Dressed entirely in black, He was about 6'2" – roughly my height – and appeared somewhat muscular, as if He exercised occasionally but not often enough for it to truly be an interest or hobby.
Perhaps ten minutes later, slave jenni released me from the web, and handed me her business card so i could collect the finished photos at her shop after the weekend. But before i could dress and slip the business card into my small purse, He stood beside the tripod, holding all my belongings.
W/we were not the only O/ones to meet that night, but it seemed that E/everyone at the party recognized He was somehow different. The few slaves i personally knew made approving comments, as did the Mistress who had initiated me to the realm of BDSM: "Even I would feel compelled to submit to Him if He so ordered!!!"
For the rest of the party, i was completely naked, whether W/we were in the dungeon, in the house, or outside. It was a comfortable evening in early fall, so i did not mind wearing only heels while outside. Yet, while He seemed no different from any other Dominant at the party, He still seemed unique, unusual, special, and that odd juxtaposition is what truly attracted me to Him.
At the end of the party, He walked me to my car. Only then did He hand me my clothes and purse, then watched as i dressed. Then He gave me an address to remember, telling me to meet Him there the following evening.
Only when i arrived at my small apartment did i realize that W/we had not even exchanged named.
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Three years later, i had come to know Him extremely well. Master Klaa and i lived together in His secluded home just on the suburbia-rural divide. i had earned the right to wear His collar, and it was typically the only item i wore; typically, it was only removed to shower, or when i went out somewhere.
my Master had continually amazed me over those three years. O/our sex life was vigorous and intense, and He was just as insatiable as me. But what was so amazing was how long and how hard He could ream me before He finally exploded for seemingly forever inside me or upon me; then, with only a very short respite, He was ready to repeat the powerful lovemaking.
One night, as W/we sat on the sofa with only the flames in the fireplace for light, Master Klaa revealed His true nature to me. It was indeed a revelation which would change O/our lives forever.
"Do you see that picture?" He prompted, nodding toward a framed picture of me from the night W/we met, a close-up shot from the chest up in which i gave a forlorn look to the camera, as slave jenni had suggested. It was indeed His favorite photo of me, and i liked it as well.
"That night, you bared your body to Me," Master Klaa continued. "Certainly, other young women and men were partially or fully nude during that event, but when I looked into your eyes, I was so surprised that you also bared your soul to Me. Ever since W/we first met, you have been fully open and truthful with me, and I deeply appreciate it."
With a hand gently stroking His chest, i kissed my Master on the cheek, then settled my head upon His shoulder.
"But I have not been fully open with you. And, even though it may scare you and possibly even terrify you, I want you to know... I NEED you to know the truth about Me."
"Does that mean You can grow a horn from Your forehead like a unicorn, Master?"
He took my hand from His chest, raised it to His lips to kiss the center of my palm, then raised it to His forehead.
i do not remember what i thought at that moment. It was very likely a mixture of shock, disbelief, and i-must-be-dreaming.
Even though i had obviously never felt a unicorn's horn, i instantly knew the horn which suddenly appeared at the center of my Master's forehead was very real.
i remember sitting up straight and staring at that horn, completely oblivious to anything else for a long, pregnant moment.
"You are not fully human, Master." It was not a question. It was a definite statement.