It was late June of this year when I got an email from an adult dating website that they have gifted me a month of premium subscription for free. I had completely forgotten about the website. I had made it so long ago.
Surfing the website I found a lot of profiles but most of them were blank but then I found his profile “DomTop”, he had two shirtless and faceless pictures on his profile. He described himself as naturally dominant and career driven and he had a list of kinks he was interested in. I was naturally drawn to him. I sent him a text “Hello Sir, how are you” the first time I had ever greeted someone like this. But his aura demanded respect. I wasn’t expecting him to respond, but he did “What’s up sub”. He knew.
We talked back and forth and found out we will be in the same city come mid July, we decided to meet.
He immediately set some rules beforehand:-
- I always had to address him as Sir/Master.
- Always be grateful
- Should be locked in chastity
- Worship him
- Be absolutely clean
- Be completely shaven
He also told me I wasn’t allowed to cum for a few days before meeting him, I naturally volunteered that I won’t cum starting from this moment only. He was surprised at my willingness.
I avoided talking to him thereafter not because I was afraid and had chickened out, but because he had this weird hold over me that even when we were just talking I was so turned on by him. I wanted to cum so badly, but I wanted to please him however I could. I always responded to his messages instantly but never initiated any conversation for the fear that I might cum. My balls were so full for almost 10-15 days.
The day came he was busy with meetings and asked me to come meet him at his hotel room in the evening. I was running late, I feared that I would be punished. I apologized to him profusely. He seemed to not care. I was terrified. When I reached his hotel, I texted him “Sir, I’m here”.
He told me to wait for him in the lift lobby. Every time someone came out my heart would drop. It seemed as if everyone around me knew that I’m here to be a dirty little whore for my master. Every glance was piercing. I was very nervous. But not once did the thought of simply running away came to my mind. My mind was all made up, I’m here to submit and let my master do whatever he wishes to. The lift door opened and a group of men stepped out, and he also did.
The first time I saw him in flesh and blood, he was shorter than me, in his early 30s and was wearing an all-black workout outfit. Black shoes, black socks, black knee-shorts, black vest and a black jacket over it. His face was serious. He approached me, I greeted him, “Hello sir, how are you”. He replied in a casual tone. It felt natural. We proceeded to the lift. There were couple of men riding alongside us. They were chatting and us simply eavesdropping their conversation. I’m not sure, I might be wrong but he was either on the 14th or 21st floor of the building.
We left the lift and he simply led me to his room.
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