First chapter.
It was via Twitter that my master and I met. It had been a while since he followed my account and reposted the photos I liked. Until one day he decided to send me a message.
Hello, submitted. For a little while now, I've been following your account and enjoying exactly what you like. If you are free, which I think you are, and if you decide to take the step, then I will be happy that you belong to me. But I will be totally direct and honest with you: you will be totally mine! You will be my slave, my object. I will be firm, strict and hard with you. But I will also be your master to protect you. I would like to take you as far as you have been ... step by step, step by step ... you will become what I desire.
Such a message could obviously only make me hard! Yes I was a free submissive now and yes I wanted to belong to someone more than anything. I responded positively explaining who I was and what I liked ... and waited until the next day for her response.
You don't have to say who you are because I think I got you in touch with your twitter reposts. I suggest that you take the time to chat to get to know each other better and to know what is expected of each other.
This is how I chatted with my Master for the 1st time via Skype. I found in him what I had been looking for for a long time: an iron fist in a velvet glove. And I could not help but give in to his envy, my envy, and belong to him.
He sent me a contract which I was to read and sign by my real name. There was also something to indicate my address, my phone number and all kinds of information that I did not really understand the usefulness, well for the moment, like my height, my weight, my hip circumference, my chest, my shoe size... In the appendix, I also had to complete an online diary in order to clearly indicate my working hours, my activities, my time at home, alone or accompanied. This agenda would have to be completed every week in order to be as transparent as possible about my whereabouts. After a few days of hesitation, I took the plunge. I've crossed the line I set for myself: don't trust a stranger too quickly. Was this a mistake? I'll find out soon!
As soon as the contract was sent, I received a message on Whatsapp. - Ding. Well done Alex! (Yes, that was my first name!). You are mine now. You are my slave. And you will understand what a slave really is.... Although his message made me hard once again, he scared me! What if that wasn't what I wanted after all? Could I turn around? He now knew my name, address, phone number... I kept thinking about it... and the more I thought about it, the more fear mingled with excitement. It took a few days for me to receive a second message. - Ding... Here is a picture. I expect you to reproduce it exactly and send it to me. You have 5 days. Your master. It was a photo of a guy kneeling in the woods pissing on himself. Worse: he wore white lycra shorts, white socks (no shoes) and was shirtless. His socks were very dirty, probably from the mud he was in. Shit... Send him the same photo! In this outfit and in this position ...
The next day, after a good night's thinking, I set out to find the same white lycra. Luckily Amazon exists and I have a prime account. I received it 3 days later. He was way smaller and more tight than I expected. But I couldn't really go back as I now had 1 day left to take the picture. So I put on the lycra, the white socks. Anyway, I put on some training pants on top, a t-shirt, shoes and went for a walk in the forest. I managed to find a passage that wasn't too busy. I checked several times and decided to remove anything that was not in the photo. Whore ! In lycra, kneeling in the mud... I felt so ridiculous. I even had difficulty peeing on it. I had to wait a few minutes. In that outfit as well, knowing that anyone could show up like this! Click! The photo is taken. Piss was still streaming down my legs. She was hot. The white lycra obviously became transparent. It was quickly that I put on the rest of my outfit and headed home. I sent the photo to my Master. Instantly, believing he was expecting her, he replied: - Ding. Bravo my slave, for your 1st task. I guess it wasn't easy for you. I also imagine that you left your house and came back with it all covered up. Next time it will be difficult because I will control you to such an extent that it will be impossible for you to hide your condition as a pig ... Shit ! What did he have in mind?
---- First chapter of my story. Don't hesitate to send me feedback : boundguybxl@gmail.com