The negotiation stage had ended.
Now I was coming to her home to see if my actions could match my promises and fantasies.
As I’d been told the door was unlocked.
Inside I opened the door to a closet. Inside was a trashcan. I stripped. When I opened the can it was shiny and spotless. In went my clothes. I was thankful she hadn’t used her kitchen trash receptacle for my symbolic act.
Dropping to my hands and knees I crawled through an open door, up a small flight of steps. Keeping my head down I let my eyes wander until I spotted the leather boots. Striving to not go whatever seemed to hasty or tardy I made my way to the front of those boots.
Head down I waited. Finally.
Her voice was skepticism itself. “So you did show up. And you think you have what it takes to be a slave.”
Having been warned I kept my neck bent and my mouth shut.
Our breathing aside the room remained silent for a couple of minutes.
“OK, you get your chance. But remember our deal. Once you’ve given yourself to me you’ll be mine until Monday morning or you disgust me so much I toss you out.”
I’d agreed to live as her slave for a weekend. Nervous, still I was thrilled.
“Rise up, but remain on your knees, eyes down.”
Striving to suppress my heavy breathing I sat there surprised that each heartbeat could last so long.
“Look to your left.” At my side were chains with cuffs.
I picked up the largest set. She’d emailed me my proper responses. Before I snapped the cuffs about my ankles, head never rising I said:
“This slave surrenders its body.” Click.
Her next command: “Neck.”
“This slave surrenders its heart and mind.” Another click as the collar’s lock snapped into place.
Softly she giggled, then: “This is your last chance to back out. After this you are mine for the next three days. Begging for me to let you go will only make it worse. Think about it.”
The pause was very long. Very. Finally.
Each wrist cuff clicked into place.
The sudden harsh impact as she backhanded my check was totally unexpected.
“You know why I did that?”
All I knew was that I was never to speak unless specifically invited to.
“Me neither, but it was fun.”
There were many variations to this fantasy. She might give me a brutal, ruthless ‘educational’ beating. Or snap a chastity device on. Or lick her boots. Or lock me up somewhere and leave me alone for an hour to teach me my place.
Originally posted 2014-06-07 12:58:04.