"You know what to do."
With those words, I began my journey into slavery. I was completely alone with my Master for the first time, about to experience fully my role as his owned property. We had discussed this moment, and I did indeed know what to do. There wasn't much ceremony involved – all that was required of me was to strip and kneel, and follow the instructions that he gave. I knew I would be penetrated anally as the first step in my servitude, something I had never experienced before. I was nervous and unsure in this completely new situation, but my apprehension was tempered by elation – one of my deepest fantasies was about to come true.
Taking a deep breath, I did what I had been instructed to do. I removed my shirt and pants while he watched. I felt embarrassed that I was going to be completely naked in my Master's presence, but I knew that I didn't have a choice. I had to do this – he expected it, and I certainly didn't want to back out of this situation now! More than anything I wanted to be owned by him in the manner which he had chosen. I swallowed my fears as I removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then slid my panties down and stepped out of them. Sneaking only a peek at Master out of the corner of my eye, I assumed the submissive position he had requested. I knelt, my legs spread wide, my hands clasped behind my back, and my head lowered. It was an incredibly submissive and erotic position, one that was meant to emphasize my role as his slave and property. I was intensely aware of Master's presence, wondering if he was pleased with my submission and what he would instruct me to do next. I didn't have to wonder long.
"Close your eyes." Master's tone was commanding, and I felt myself obeying him instinctively. My eyes closed and my breath caught in my throat as this experience began in earnest. I heard rustling sounds, and I worried a bit about what he was up to. I soon sensed him standing over me. I felt his warm hand, covered by something unbelievably soft, teasing my breasts and nipples. I realized it was a small fur, something he had promised to bring. I took another deep breath, relaxed, and just enjoyed the sensation. The softness of the fur was soothing as he worked it over me, gently stroking the fullness of my breasts. But the sensation of feeling my Master's hands on me was also intensely erotic. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and the combination of the warmth of his hand and the softness of the fur began to harden them. My pussy grew even wetter than it already was. Maybe Master noticed my arousal, or maybe he was just ready to use me, but he soon put the fur down and stood up.
His next instruction excited me even further. He told me to open my eyes and undo his pants. His commands were short, firm, and to the point, and I couldn't help but obey him immediately. Why would I want to do otherwise? I couldn't wait to be taken by him. Swallowing hard, I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. And finally, a scene which I had imagined in my masturbatory fantasies several times came true – I saw the cock that would very soon be taking my anal virginity. Master was unbelievably thick and hard, thicker than any man I'd ever had. I was worried – although he had been having me train my ass with butt plugs in preparation for this moment, I had been unable to take the largest one. His cock looked like it would never fit in my virgin ass. Despite my fears, I knew without a doubt that as a slave I would be used – and seeing Master's cock, I realized that I would be used well.
