The
first
time we met (see
) was in the middle of the summer
season, at a fetish club, in
Montréal. When he first saw me,
he thought I was a
"genetic" girl and told me
I had a sexy voice. A few minutes
later, I was seated at his table,
where I met his friend. When this
friend left, he started to
entertain me about domination and
submission. After he told me he
was only interested by women, he
confessed that he was turned on
by me and had a big hardon. A few
minutes before we had planned to
leave the club, he told me I
could turn him on much more if I
let him whip me, tied up on the
bench, right in front of everybody, in the middle of the
room. Later on, I felt sorry for
that but I refused to do it
because it would have been my
first public whipping and because
my buns and thighs were covered
with unwanted body hair. I know
it sounds ridiculous but that is
the way I am.
Since
the first time we met, we kept
in touch exchanging emails. He asked me a lot of
questions on my tastes and we decided that he would
become my Master and I, his slave. After that, he
started to pressure me so that we could meet as soon
as possible. This is how, as soon as
I became available, we decided to
meet, on a Saturday afternoon, at the bar of a
large hotel, close to the
Montreal Gay Village.
Upon my
arrival, before the barmaid comes to take my order,
I sit at a table, on a far
corner of the room. As usual for
me, I am a little late and very
nervous. Two groups of people are
next to the table where I sit and
I can easily follow their
conversation. The bright
lighting of the room does not
help to calm me down also.
Before
his arrival, my Master keeps me
waiting for more than thirty
minutes. As soon as we say hello,
he tells me that he has rented a room in
the hotel and asks me to go get the things he had
asked me to bring, in my car which I left in the
parking of the hotel. My training as
his slave has just begun.
This
is a very warm summer day. This
is also the Gay Parade day and
there are people all over the
place. When I arrived in the room
to meet him, I am sweating and
already tired.
I
do not even have the time to
install my things when he orders
me to take off my skirt and
panties. Then, I must take off my
blouse too. I feel humiliated to
have to show myself, in that
state of nakedness, so soon, in
front of this man I only slightly
know. I cannot refrain from
thinking that the day has just
begun and I have no idea what
will happen to me next. But, I
had given my word to let me be
dominated and it is way too soon
to walk away.
With
only a few words said, for a few
minutes, he makes me parade
around the room. I just cannot
understand why he does that. He
told me that he is only
interested by women and he makes
me parade in front of him with my sex,
which does not have any feminine
characteristics, well in sight.
My legs are shaking and I have
great difficulties to walk steadily
on my high heels, which, I must
say, are not extremely high. I am
afraid that anytime soon he will
order me to put my clothes back on and send me
home. But, it does not seem to be the way he
planned? Instead, he orders me to kneel between
his legs and starts a long speech on what he
wants me to do during the time we will be
together.
The
following hours are used to teach
me how to become a good slave: to
keep my eyes low, to ask
permission to speak, to serve
wine, to go buy wine at the
liquor store, to order a meal over the
telephone and to pick it up at the
restaurant, to sit
with my legs well apart, to give
him a bath, to have the body hair
on my sex and around my anus
shaven, ...
We
have now spent almost seven hours
together. I have accomplished all kind of
submissive acts when he tells me
that we are going out on the
crowdest street of the Gay
Village. Without hesitation, I
put back on my panties and skirt.
But my blouse is still wet and is
unwearable. Looking at myself in
the mirror, I almost panic. My
makeup should be reapplied from
the start and my hairdo is in a
very bad state. But, my Master
would not allow me the time
nescessary to do that. So, in
about ten minutes, I retouch my
makeup and comb my hair as well
as I can. Taking into account the
warm weather outiside, I put on a
white t-shirt which does not look
too good on me but just fits for
that kind of outing. For walking,
I put on a pair of wedge heeled
clear
mules. He does not make
any comments on my look but he
lifts the hem of my skirt, orders
me to take off my panties and
shows me the way out.
Even
at this time of the evening, the
temperature outside is still very
warm and the sidewalks are
crowded. On our way, we see two
or three very beautiful
transvestites. They are a bit
flashy but they have bodies to
die for and it makes me feel jealous. I am even afraid
my Master would leave me
there and go away with them.
We
have been walking for more than
an hour, stopping here and there
to watch people go by.
Unfortunalely, my mules made big
blisters on my feet. I bleed and
I am in pain but I do my best not
to let it be known by my Master. When he makes a
sign for me to follow him in a
café where a table has just been
freed, I feel relieved.
When
he allows me to sit, he tells me
to do it the same way
as "O", in the movie
"The Story of O". In
the beginning, I do not
understand what he means by that
but, soon after, I remember that
it means that I must lift up the
back of my skirt in order to sit
directly on my naked buns. I
refuse to do it and, instead, I
take good care to smooth the back
of my skirt in order to sit on
it. His eyes look like guns but
he does not say a word. When I
had taken notice that there were
numerous other clients seated
pretty close to our table, I
froze and felt unable to take the
chance to show not only my naked
buns but also my sex.
Back
to the hotel room, I feel
unwilling to do it but he
immediately orders me to get rid
of all my clothes, including:
corset, bra and even my high
heels. I must also serve him a
glass of wine before he orders me
to clean a very large leather
strap which looks rather impressive.
When
he is satisfied with the cleaning
of the strap, I must show him my
wrists behind my back so that he
can tie them up with large leather
cuffs. Then, I am ordered to
sit, with my legs kept wide apart,
on a footstool which stands right in front of
him.
For the
next forty-five minutes he keeps telling me that I
have not been a good slave and must be punished
accordingly. He also gives me a recollection of all
the things he had told me to do as his slave. It is
rather humiliating. I am stark naked in front of
him. I have been only allowed to put back a pair of
high heels, after my feet had been cleaned.
As soon as
he starts to notice that I am in pain for having
been kept for such a long period of time with my
arms behind my back, he unties me. He, then, orders
me to caress his sex while he explains, in great
details, the kind of punishment he will give me and
how I must behave while receiving it.
During the
time he tells me about my punishment, he gets a
hardon which grows bigger and bigger. When I notice
it, my reaction is almost unbelievable to me: I just
want to sacrify myself so that he will grow bigger
and I beg him to punish me right away.
He
makes me kneel beside the bed and
pushes the upper part of my body
against the mattress so that my
head rests on it.
I
am more surprized than hurt when
the leather strap hits my buns, for
the first couple of times. The next two hits
are truly painful. I do not
scream but I wish I had been
gagged and tightly bound. As an
interlude, he makes me suck his
penis. He is getting harder and
harder.
The
next bunch of hits of the leather
strap are so painful to take that
I cannot believe I do not scream
or move. My buns are on fire and
his penis becomes bigger and
bigger. I then start to feel
something I had never felt before
and I beg him to hit me more.
He
hits me harder and harder and,
during that time, his sex gets
harder too. I keep begging for
more hits with the leather strap
till he judges that I have enough.
When
I come back to the footstool, my
buns are so painful, I must take
a lot of time before I can let
them rest on it. But I am so
happy to see him so proud of me.
He is now very gentle with me and
offers me a glass of wine.
For
the next hour, we just relax
while talking and emptying the
bottle of wine. It is late and I
feel tired. After I tell him so
and without removing my makeup, I
get onto the bed.
Pretty
soon thereafter, when his glass of
wine is empty, he shuts the
lights to lay beside me. A
few moments later, I start to
feel his smooth hands on my body
till he reaches my sex. I am on
Cloud Nine. Never before a
man made love to me so
wonderfully.
The next
morning, when I wake up, I make myself ready and
bring all my belongings with me without waking him
up. Before I leave the
room, I write a little message which I leave on the table beside
him.
Épilogue:
One
week later, I can still see the
distinct marks of the strap on my
buns but, for my whole life, I will
never forget the wonderful day I
spent with that "gentle
man" ...
A few weeks later, I was
quite surprised to receive a new invitation to meet at a
swinger's club (see
).
