The clock said 8:oo P.M., Sunday evening. It was time to go. I checked the contents of my bag and made sure that I had everything that he had requested. In the soft leather bag, was a ball gag for my mouth, three butt plugs, small, medium and large, a dildo that resembled a large, fleshy penis, leather handcuffs, a French Maid's outfit, school girl skirt, thigh stockings and white dress shirt, and a leather strap domination outfit with neck collar and built in cock ring. I had lube and condoms and small white hand towels, folded neatly and everything place exactly as it was indicated. I got into the cab waiting outside and ushered the one word, I was supposed to give the driver.
"Slaveboy."
The driver, was a large black man, bald, with two gold earrings and a massive neck that tapered down into two powerful deltoid muscles that were popping out of a wife beater. His smell was potent and musky.
"Boy, you best be ready for tonight, cuz the master doesn't like screw-up's."
I just nodded passively as I had been told and waited for the car to pull off into the night. I was shaking with desire and fear, because I knew that after tonight, my freedom was gone. I was submitting fully to a dominate master who had been interviewing me online for the last three months and finally I was going to meet him and submit to a trial weekend of sex and domination. If he chose me, I would move into his home and give up my freedom and join his passel of slaves. I was so turned up by all of it. It was my dream. His add caught my attention right away. I had been searching for dominate older men, for months and couldn't find anyone who kept themselves in shape, was clean and muscular and most importantly, knew how to dominate me till I was a quivering mess, lying on the floor in ecstasy.
Older, muscular bear, looking for small framed in shape men to dominate. Must be fit, strong, have good endurance and be willing to submit completely. Three words, older, muscular and a bear, was all I needed. I sent a message and we started talking. He was very commanding and completely in control. I loved it and needed it more and more.
The cab drove on in silence, down a long series of country roads, twisting and turning. I had been blindfolded after we left the main road and had no idea where we were and I liked it.
Finally the car slowed down and tires crunched on what appeared to be a gravel road or driveway.
"Get ready whore, the master's gonna like you."
I didn't react. This man was nothing to me, even though his strong smell and powerful body had my cock raging hard. I was wearing what I was instructed to wear. Lulu lemon tight's, extra tight and pulled up into my ass and dividing my balls into two nicely defined orbs, with my cock straining through the delicate material. I had on a white t-shirt, small and tight. I felt delicious.
I stepped out of the cab and smelt the clean fresh air. It was a welcome respite from the thick musk of his driver.
"Follow me"
We started walking towards the house, when he turned and looked at me. I stopped looking up with an inquisitive stare.
