AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.
Content: This story contains scenes of female dominance, mature male servant, bi-sex, cum drinking, anal sex, and pegging.
It started with me responding to a Domme's profile on an internet site. She was looking for submissive or slave males to serve Her. i was surprised that She responded, given that i was not a young stud, but rather was approaching retirement and did not have a ripped physique. The pictures in my profile ranged from several years earlier when i was slimmer, and my assets were more attractive, to several more recent shots of me in chastity and dressed in my BDSM slave attire. The interests Mistress Val (short for Valkyrie) listed were intriguing and aligned with what i was trained in and capable of providing, or at least willing to try. She lived several states away from me at the time, though i had family in Her state and sometimes took business trips there as well. There was a possibility that if She desired, i would be able to visit in person sometime.
Her initial responses were inquisitive and revealed that She was interested in hearing from me via the chat function of the website. Our conversations were titillating, though non-committal. She preferred to keep things at an acquaintance level, and i was all too grateful that She deigned to allow me to message Her and i was delighted whenever She would respond. i kept up on the events in Her life, how She was feeling, what made Her happy and tried to comfort Her when She was sad. I was sincerely interested in how She was doing and what was going on in Her life.
The conversation eventually moved to a chat application that was more user friendly and allowed pictures to be sent. She graced me with pictures of Her beautiful feet, and i provided Her with proof of the activities She would sometimes have me perform for Her amusement.
When Mistress Val was feeling particularly frisky or horny, She would tell me to tie my boots to my balls, or drip candle wax on my penis, or wear nipple clamps or put clothes pins on my cock and balls. This seemed to please Her when She was in the mood. It was my pleasure to perform these tasks since they were something that She enjoyed. She likes CBT, and enjoyed telling me to stay in chastity for long periods.
Mistress Val did not send me pictures of Herself (except for Her feet) and did not want to video chat. i had asked Her once what She would do with me if She owned me. Her reply was that She would like to have me naked except for slave bells and nipple clamps, and maybe an apron, doing the household chores like vacuuming, laundry, washing the dishes, and punishing me if She felt the chores were not up to Her expectations, or possibly punishing me just because She felt like it. That sounded like heaven to me.
These conversations went on for several years, staying in touch sometimes infrequently, sometimes more often. Mistress Val said that She enjoyed hearing from me and especially when She was going through some difficult times, and i would message Her good morning every day.
After a long period of not hearing from each other, we started contacting each other more frequently. There were several milestone events in Her life that i tried to make special for Her by getting a massage and spa day set up for Her, getting some things She had on Her wish list to let Her know that i fully supported Her achievements.
As retirement approached, i entertained purely fantasy thoughts of moving to a cheap apartment near Her, just to be available in case She felt a need to use my services. Mistress Val had been explicit in telling me that She did not want an involvement with me beyond just being friends or chat acquaintances. However, She liked it a lot when i would tell Her about how much it would mean to me if She allowed me to take care of Her by doing the housework, handy-man chores, bathing Her, providing massages when She wanted them, dressing Her, or providing myself to do as She wished with when the mood struck Her.
Then one day when i was describing how i would love to serve Her, She asked if i was serious about doing so, and how i could make it happen. i was overjoyed and thrilled with Her interest and i told Her about my fantasy of becoming Her slave, living nearby enough that i could walk to Her home, being at Her beck and call whenever She wanted. She seemed to be warming to the idea, and i spent a few weeks offering ideas to Her on what i could do for Her that would make Her life easier and more enjoyable. Finally, Mistress Val consented to letting me fulfil my need to become Her slave on a trial basis.
She laid down some ground rules:
i would not automatically become Her slave unless She decided upon it.
She would not have sex with me, though might possibly peg me if She felt i needed the humiliation.
She would continue to have other submissives serve Her and She would also have boyfriends who She would have sex with.
i would not be allowed to sit on the furniture.
i would be required to strip and kneel as soon as i entered Her house.
i would be in chastity when She decided.
i would endure CBT and impact play when it amused Her.
i would follow any instruction She gave me without question.
If She decided to accept me as Her slave, i would wear Her collar anytime i was in Her house and dress in whatever outfit She decided.
She and I agreed that i would come to Her state and get a hotel for a few days. During that time, She would interview me and decide if i should rent an apartment. i was overjoyed at the prospect of being a serious candidate for Her stable of bois and being allowed to serve Her in person.
i booked a plane flight and hotel for a couple weeks out to set my affairs in order in the state i was living in. i cancelled my lease (the owners were happy to end the lease since they were looking to sell the house), i had all my pensions and retirement money automatically deposited into accounts i could access from anywhere. i got rid of the possessions i had that i did not need and put the rest in storage. i had a crate of my BDSM toys and clothing sent to Her state to a local storage unit.
The flight to Her state went well, and the silicon chastity device i wore went through the airport check points without a problem. i was nervous as the Uber let me out in front of Her house, dragging my small carry-on suitcase of clothes behind me. i approached Her door and rang the doorbell, casting my eyes down, and taking a subservient attitude for when She would first see me. After a few minutes, a man came to the door, and told me to come in.
As i crossed the threshold i heard Her instruct me "Get on your knees and crawl into the middle of the living room, slave."
i quickly replied, "Yes, Mistress" and complied, leaving my suitcase by the door, and dropping to all fours to crawl across the room.
"Did you already forget the ground rules, slave?" Mistress Val sternly asked.
"No, Ma'am" i replied, and immediately, though awkwardly, disrobed and returned to my knees in the center of the room.
i heard a chuckle from the man, who was apparently seated in the living room now.
My Mistress said, "That's better slave", causing me to blush and feel grateful to have pleased Her.
