My Master is a stickler for details. The lists and schedules that now define my life reinforce this, and that he is in total control of me: mind, body, and spirit. From our first encounter there was no doubt who was in charge. During initial discussions, he was very careful to allow me enough leeway to ascertain that I was committed to the choice I was about to make, but the contract that I would eventually sign would be ironclad, literally, and there would be no returning to my previous station once the document was signed.
There were three meetings planned. The first was in his living room, our initial face-to-face encounter after weeks of communication by e-mail. My first sight of him put me at ease. Even before he spoke, there was wisdom and stability in his demeanor. He offered me water, nothing else. We sat opposite each other on a large, soft sofa. We were both cautious, but both equally sure of speech. He had many questions regarding my current situation and how I would be properly taking care of what he called loose ends. He wanted to make sure that I didn't owe any money to anyone, or have any personal or legal ties that would interfere with transferring me into his keeping. Slaves can be allowed very few expectations - it is the nature of slavery. But he was willing to assure me that I would be kept healthy and clean. The details of my servitude I would learn later, but there were three elements that were nonnegotiable... 1. I would effectively "disappear" permanently from my current existence, 2. I would be kept in naked bondage at all times, and 3. The arrangement would be permanent!
There were no pretenses, there was no physical contact; we talked only, and I was allowed to say anything and ask any questions. After a couple of hours of talking, we set the date of the next encounter, and I left, letting myself out.
The second meeting would be in his dungeon. I would be allowed to see my future quarters, to view the bondage and training equipment, to study the contract I would be signing and, once again, to ask questions and clear up any doubts I had. We lived in the same town. I had ridden the bus to the nearest stop, a few blocks from his house. I didn't want to leave. I knew he was the one and I was ready to begin my slavery journey, but there was much work and introspection to be done. I would learn more as time passed of his thoroughness, his caution, and his dogged attention to endless details.