Learning the Ropes
We had been chatting online for a few weeks before we met for coffee one afternoon. The meet went very well. Actually better than I had imagined. Nancy and her husband Roman were very friendly. They both knew what they wanted. Putting me at ease, seemed their intent from the first hand shake. I was apprehensive, since I had only imagined this sort of meeting. Now that it happened I was excited beyond belief.
Nancy and Roman were around my age. Meeting face to face was a requirement. After introductions and a minimum of small talk we got down to the reason for the meet. I had expressed an interest in becoming their sub/sex slave. They were agreeable with me being a novice in this type of setting. I was told they were very eager to have a mature subject. I was informed we would chat more online now that we had met, with the intention of role playing a few scenarios that they were interested in doing in real life. Their requirement was for me to get use to what they expected of me, making it abundantly clear that during real time sessions I would be preforming tasks for them without question.
Needless to say I was so excited during our discussion I could barely contain myself. I was handed a standard Master/Mistress to Slave contract. If we were to go any further I would need to sign the agreement. I had read the contract before hand and willingly signed on the dotted line. I was officially theirs now. I was a little embarrassed as my cock was leaking a little precum while we talked and more when I signed. I was really going to do this.
As soon as I signed I was told to go home. I would be contacted for our initial chat and further instructions. I was theirs now. I am now property.
A few days went by with the three of us exploring a few scenarios. Each one a little more envelope pushing than the last. I was instructed not to masturbate or touch myself at any time without permission. I needed to purchase a leash and collar before our first session. I have a leather ball spreader which they approved of after I sent them pictures while wearing the device.
Now all I had to do was be available for online instructions as I waited for permission to spend time at their cabin. I was so excited. Having to deny myself and gratification caused me to constantly think about any and all types of dominant behavior with me being the subject of any and all abuse. I could not remember a time in my life when I was so constantly aroused. I was sure anyone who looked at me knew I was ready to be taken.
After our chats I was told to find videos of what we talked about and watch them naked. I had to sit on my hands while I watched each one, sending the links to my Masters. I had to send a video of my watching the scenes with audio. Especially my cock leaking while I watched and listened. If they even suspected me of any type of self-pleasure, I would be very, very sorry when we met. The chats and videos were ecstasy torture. I am so ready to do whatever they want.
During our chats after they reviewed the videos were more erotic. They would laugh, call me on the phone while constantly trying to get me to masturbate for them. The excitement and apprehension were amazing. The days dragged on.