The plane was descending into Pittsburgh. I tried to sleep during the flight so I could be rested when I arrived but I was excited to see him, and nervous. So many times we had written about a visit where I would be submissive to him. I had not seen him in a long time and I missed him, I wanted him, but I was afraid at the same time. He kept hinting that he could be very cruel and I had no idea to what level. In establishing this master and slave component of our relationship, subject to switch in roles, and the level of trust required, he even made sure that no matter what happened, he wanted assurance that I would not hate him. The question asked so long ago meant that the relationship had such value to him and to me that we were ready to take the relationship to this realm, yet also terrified me in that I was not sure what he was capable of doing to me with total control of my mind and body.
I had consulted with a friend who has been in a satisfying Master/Slave relationship for years and I saved part of an e-mail exchange with her from long ago, that this is an honor and privilege to those who give it and those who receive it. I knew that the moment I saw him he was the Master and I was his slave, and giving him that level of control and trust meant without question, and it could last the duration of the few days I was visiting or maybe only for a night or two. We had discussed various kinks we wanted to explore but there was the most mutually exclusive erotic and terrifying feelings - how much pain and humiliation could I take, and just how much did he plan to inflict, and when. He also knew my insecurities and weaknesses so I was conflicted if I was terrified more of physical pain or emotional pain.
The plane landed and as I was walking to baggage claim I was overwhelmed by missing him and yet not sure how to react when I saw him. I waited for my luggage and I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I began to smile but realized he was burying his face under my hair and he had bitten the back of my neck, and hard. It was startling - should I even say hello? My bag arrived and I grabbed it and he took it from me (always a gentleman). I looked at him and gave him a nervous smile. He smiled back and he appeared genuinely happy to see me and asked about the flight and began talking about how he liked living in a new city. The mind control was already starting. I was participating in a conversation verbally but my mind was in overdrive. Was this a real conversation or part of a plan to lure me into a false sense of security? The drive to his apartment did not take too long and I was talking with him and taking in a place I had never been, far away from home.
The sexual anticipation was building. Every time I had seen him there was always such a need to fuck as soon as we reached where he was living. It was always too long between visits, the first fuck intense and fast, and time to get used to seeing each other in person again. He had worked all day and I arrived late. I thought maybe he would be tired tonight and I started to relax and focus on the first fuck, and hoping there would be a second before we fell asleep that night. This was Friday night and he could sleep in and do whatever he planned the next day.
He had already eaten dinner by the time I arrived and I was not hungry. Everything would be fine tonight and we would fuck, talk, laugh, fuck, and he would fall asleep. I knew if nothing else, he always slept well when I was there. I knew I could get him to relax and drift away as we would hold each other all night. He never once treated me any differently than before and no mention of my being his slave. He was in person as I always knew him in person.
We entered his apartment and no sooner was my luggage put down on the floor when he scooped me up and took me into his bedroom and laid me on the bed. We began kissing passionately and I can only say it felt more like we made love endlessly, and it was wonderful. It had been so long and it was utter ecstasy when he finally finally plunged his long thick cock inside of me. Slowly in and out, then hard and fast, then slow again. Every movement he made inside of me, every place he touched me was alive. Every nerve ending ignited as I came and the filling warm sensation as he came deep inside of me.
He stayed inside until he softened and his cock slid out, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as we both were sweating and panting and spent. He rolled over and laid on his back and pulled me toward him so we could hold each other. I was gently stroking his forearm, and we never spoke, just too satisfied and happy to express with words. I was more relaxed than I had been in a very long time. I kept stroking his forearm slowly until I heard him begin to quietly snore. I knew he was exhausted, and so was I. Tonight would be a night of rest and who knew what tomorrow would bring.
I laid with him for a very long time before I carefully slid out of bed and dressed and went outside to smoke. It was a warm humid evening and I was truly happy - I was with him, in a new place, and it was warm and wonderful. I went back into the apartment and went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and undressed. I opened the bathroom door and was startled as he was standing right at the doorway. He had a very angry look and told me I did not ask permission to leave the bed or go outside. I should have known better - he planned this all along. Now I was scared, terrified in a way I had never been before. I have seen him when we role played rape and the look in his eyes then still haunts and excites me. But this look was much much worse.
I clearly disobeyed and felt stupid as I had agreed to this, but I rationalized that he was asleep and thought the roles had not begun. I knew better - I was his slave the minute the plane landed. How was I going to redeem myself to him? How could I prove that I would do anything he wished. I dropped to my knees and kissed his bare feet and licked them. He told me it was too little too late and to stay on my knees. He came back with a leather dog collar and told me to look at him. He put the collar around my neck and made it tight. He told me I would wear that collar until he told me I could take it off. He left again and came back with a dog leash. He clicked it onto the collar and ordered me onto my hands and knees. He jerked the leash and made me follow him, crawling on all fours. He walked me naked through every square inch of the apartment. When I was on carpeting he would jerk harder and walk faster and I could feel rug burns on my knees.
Finally we ended up back in the bedroom and he ordered me onto the bed. He put the handle of the leash on the metal bed post. The entire bed was a metal frame. He ordered me to roll over onto my back and he pulled out four leather straps and chains. He put the straps on my wrists behind my back, yanking them up as he put each one on. I knew he could easily break my wrists if he wanted to but I was too terrified to say anything, even to ask that he not break any bones. He attached a chain between the two leather wrist straps, then put straps on my ankles and a chain between them. There was enough slack so my legs could be spread apart, but there was barely any slack between my wrists. He told me I was so pathetic and stupid that I could not even get through the first few hours without fucking up. I was a stupid cunt and he rolled me onto my side, shoving his cock into my face and saying I would have to take that cock whenever he said, I could not cum unless he said I could, and I would not move unless he said I could. I was not to ask permission for anything and if I made any noise at all the pain would be worse. Then the humiliation - he said a younger cunt would have been better as they know how to behave. I should be grateful that I was allowed to be there. I knew it was true and I could feel the tears welling up but could not let them out. Physical pain would have been better than the mental pain. But I had to do whatever I could to prove to him I would submit to him. I wanted and needed him that badly. I also could not tell him I wanted him to hurt me - my pussy was drenched.