Joining a Chinese Harem
Chapter 2 Setting Boundaries
When I awoke the next morning there was a new email from Master. He said "Meet me in Union Square at the statue at 4pm Saturday, plan to stay until midnight. Wear jeans, t-shirt coat (its winter) and shoes. Do not be late, I do not give second chances. Do not cum until I see you"!
I was beyond excited, I popped open the app with his picture and looked at it, my hard cock straining in my sweatpants. I reached into my sweats and started to stroke, I was so horny I felt I could cum quick, even though I came last night after emailing Master. I suddenly felt I was getting close and stopped, I don't want to disappoint Master, I will be good! I need to impress him for the evaluation.
How was I going to not cum until Saturday, this was Tuesday morning! I have never really gone longer than a few days without Cumming, but I was determined. I cut out all porn all week and focused on work and the gym, by Friday night I was super horny! I decided to treat myself to a short porn video and a good edging. I didn't cum but got to that point in about 2 minutes! One more night and I will get to cum with Master tomorrow!
I ate lunch early on Saturday, then started douching around one. After the first douching I waited an hour and tried again, all clean! I wanted to make sure I was clean and prepared for whatever the "evaluation" was. I got dressed as sexy as I could. Spray on ripped jeans to show off my strong legs, tight t-shirt to show off my biceps I had worked on, tucked out because I don't have a washboard stomach at all. Pair of Van style shoes, no socks because master didn't say that and a leather jacket. It felt weird wearing not underwear.
At 3pm I head out the door to catch the train to Union Square. San Francisco has a decent train system; I am sure I would get there with plenty of time. I made it to Union Square with 15 minutes to spare. I found the statue in the center and waited. I was so nervous. What would the evaluation be? Would I pass? Finally, the Chinese Master from the profile stepped into my view. He was coming up the stairs wearing a pair of tight-fitting sweatpants, and a hooded sweatshirt zipped up. He looked like he had been running and sweating from working out.
"Hello Sss.. Sir" I muttered out.
He smiled a bit and said, "Follow me."
He led me about 2 blocks away into Chinatown. I was rock hard looking at his body. I glanced down at my pants and noticed a wet spot forming on my spray on jeans that were not hiding anything. You could clearly see my hard cock laying to the right down my right pant leg. My shirt covered most of it, no one should notice I thought.
Once in Chinatown we entered a shop that sold Chinese statues, vases, and other expensive items. Master made eye contact with a woman behind the counter and said "Hi Susan, we are going to be in my office discussing business, please no interruptions." The woman nodded saying "Of course Mr Zhang". We entered a back room that lead to a doorway on the far side. Master opened the door and gestured to a conference room table and chairs and said, "take a seat boy." He then turned to a desk and began collecting a folder with some papers in it.
I was so nervous, my hardon had subsided. This was becoming something you see in a Hollywood gangster movie. I half expected to have men step through the door with guns and trench coats to intimidate me. Master sat down at the table holding the folder.
"What is your name boy"? he asked in a calm curious tone.
The tone made me feel at easy somehow. "Jake Sir".
"Jake what boy?" he again calmly asked.
"Jake Garcia sir"
"Does Jake stand for Jacob?" he asked.
"Yes sir!"
Master leaned a bit forward and said in a calm but firm tone, "When I ask you a question give me the truth, not what you think I want to hear". "Do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir! Forgive me Sir!" I quickly answered.
"It's ok, we can let it slide this once" "but only once" he said looking me in the eye.
I nodded, "Yes Sir!"
This man was beyond good looking. His picture made him look like a perfect 10, in person he was a 15! Every bit of him was firm and his arms were stretching the hoodie that was supposed to fit loose. I go hard instantly as I looked at him.
I was snapped out of my daydream as he opened the folder and handed me a few pieces of paper stapled together. He folded them open to the second page and said, "you can read the rest of this later when you get home. Look at this list of items and tell me if any are an absolute NO to you. If there are more than three, then you won't work out, but I want you to pick at least two." He looked at me "Take your time, I will be right back." He stood and walked into a door adjacent to the room we were in.
The list was a list of Kinks. It read, "The master may use his slave as his sees fit for his exploration and enjoyment of sexual kinks and fetishes, some of which are listed here."
- Chastity 2. Forced Nudity 3. Spit 4. Anal Sex and play 5. Watersports (any) 7. Rimming 8. Dog training 9. Enhancement drugs 10. Leather 11. Rubber 12. Bondage (long term) 13. Bondage (Short term) 14. Objectification 15. Spanking 16. Caning 17. Flogging 18. Mummification 19. Sleep sacks 20. Imprisonment 21. Forced exercise. 22. Controlled diet 23. Permanent Marks (tattoos) 24. Piercings 25. Body Hair Removal 26. Clothing choices 27. Bathroom control 28. Collaring 29. Electro 30. Exhibitionism (non public) 31. Infantilism
The Above list may change during training as Master Zhang's kinks are always evolving. Should you not want any of the new stuff done to you Master Zhang will allow a Safe word of "Watermelon" to be used and you can deny that item. Use of Watermelon more than 3 times at any time during your training will be ground for release form Master Zhang's service.
I glanced at the rest of the document quickly and it looked like a contract for a two-month training course which included a weekend, 2 weeks and then a month serving Master at his home. I was reading some of the small clauses when Master came back in.
"So boy, which 2 or 3 will it be? Or shall we call it quits now? Just use this pen and put a line through them."
I drew a line through Permanent Marks (Tattoos), Piercings and Bondage long term. I never liked tattoos or piercings, and I knew from a couple of play session I had with a friend of mine long-term bondage was something my body just couldn't take. A few hours bondage yes, but not all night strung up.
Master looked it over, "Very good, based on our messaging, tonight, we begin your training and evaluation. Pick up the folder and follow me, I will explain on the way to my house".
To be continued...
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