Magazine - Dom/Fetish

I was on my way to meet Joan, for the first time. I hoped things would go well. I hoped Joan would find me desirable and, in time, become my first and only sex slave. We had E-mailed each other for a month or so and about two weeks ago we started talking on the phone. If this weekend went well, Joan would come out west and stay with me for a month, then we would make a decision concerning our future.

Turning off the motorway, it was just a short journey to Terry's home. Terry was a lifelong friend of Joan's and we had agreed to meet there, for Joan's safety. I pulled into the driveway of a modest, but pretty house. Terry invited me in and we both sat down on the living room couch. "So do have the description or list I asked for?" We had discussed in detail Joan's past and also her future desires. I still needed to have it all in writing.
"Here you go." She handed me two sheets of paper. I handed it back to Terry, and asked her to read it to me so that we could go over any questions I might have.

Terry started to read, but quickly strayed and began to embellish. This is exactly what I wanted.
"Joan needs to be controlled at all times. She freely admits that her choices are consistently wrong. She is desperate to be manipulated in every aspect of her life, from what she wears to what she eats and even thinks. She views herself as a sexual animal, and that is how she wants to be treated. After her husband left her she went on a promiscuous binge. She had sex with anyone or anything that would give her the time of day. “ Returning to the papers, that she held, Terry continued, "Joanne loves to play games, any game where she is the submissive or underling. She loves to dress up. If she ever gets cocky or proud, she needs to be put down and put down hard. Being embarrassed destroys her confidence and she loves that. Doing things that are uncomfortable makes her pussy wet. She likes to be punished and likes to be tied up a lot." "She has asked me to help her out, but I just can't do that stuff. She would move in with you right now, if you hadn't insisted on meeting this way. I want to thank you, for that. I will feel much better knowing she's with someone who cares. Do you have any more questions?"

"No. If I think of any, I'll ask. Shall I inspect the goods?" I stood up and pulled the coffee table out of the way, then sat back down. Terry called to Joan, and asked her to come out. Joan came down the hall way and up to the back of the couch. Reaching over the back of the sofa, she threw her arms around me and kissed me, on the cheek. "I'm so glad to finally meet you. I hope you're pleased with me. I hope I'm what you're looking for." I stopped her. Pulling her hands off my neck, I stood up and turned toward her. "You're moving to quick here lady. We will start training you right now. Come around here and stand directly in front of Terry and I, about six feet away from the couch." Joanne quickly obeyed. "Stand up straight, and do not speak, unless spoken to. Do you understand?" "Yes master." She quietly responded. "I am not your master yet, my dear. Until we agree that is what we both want. You will address me as sir." "Yes Sir." She looked directly into my eyes. It was a trusting, and meaningful look. I could see hope and possibilities, in those eyes. If we're both honest, this might really work out.

She looked exactly as I had specified. I began. "Let’s go over the rules for this weekend. For the next three days, you are my property. I will use you and do with you as I please. You will act as though you are enjoying every minute of it. You will respond quickly to any and all commands. Your only recourse of action is your safe word. Your safe word will be Elephant."
"When you say this word. I will immediately stop whatever we're doing. We will discuss whatever the problem is, and make the necessary changes to our activities. If you use the safe word three times, I will bring you back here and our time will be over. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir." "Terry, do you want us to make check in calls every so often?" Terry looked surprised. We had gone over these rules, on the phone. Joan had made it clear that she did not want to limit me with a "safe" word. And now the thought of a check in call, this wasn't something they had planned on. Terry, sitting very uncomfortably and blushing stuttered. "That would be great. I'd like to hear how things are going. How about once a day, about noon." "That will be fine." I said. "It's Thursday today. I'll have her back here Monday morning about nine a.m. Does that sound O.K. to both of you?" "Yes Sir." They both said in unison, then giggled, and smiled at each other. "Joan, what would you like me to call you?" "Anything that pleases you sir. I like to be degraded. So things like Slut, Bitch, Cunt, and Slave, all turn me on. What do you like?" "Those are great ideas. Why don't we play it by ear, and see what fits." "Yes Sir." "Joan I want you to strip, and fold your cloths into a neat pile, then return to your present position." "What do you need me to do?" Terry asked shyly, as she looked at the floor. Seeing her response I started to learn something about Terry too. "Go get the biggest hair brush, that you've got. Bring it out here and sit on the sofa."

I turned my attention back to Joan. She was kneeling naked, about twelve feet away, folding her clothes. "No, no not that way. Here let me show you." I knelt beside her and laid the pants out flat, set the tee shirt and shoes on top of each other, then starting at the top, rolled the pants into a simple tube. Turning to Joan, I explained. "Since you'll be nude most of the time. Rolling your clothes this way keeps them together nicely, in the unlikely event that we're discovered. You can grab them and take them with us as we leave." Joan gave me, a gorgeous smile and said. "Yes Sir." Later she told me that, that simple act, impressed her. It was the seed of trust and loyalty. She arose and resumed her place, in front of the couch. Standing straight and tall, arms at her sides. "I want you to spread your feet farther apart. And now interlock your fingers and put your hands on top of your head." Leaning close, I spoke softly. "This is position one. From this point on, you will assume this exact position, when instructed. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." Again with that smile. I could get use to this and really fall for this obedient slave.

It was time to thoroughly inspect this "newly acquired" piece of property. Stepping back I looked her over, head to toe. She wasn't a super model or anything like that, but she was very pretty. Her skin was soft and smooth. I slowly walked around her. Standing behind her, I ordered. "Get up on your tip toes." Silent obedience followed. I knelt down and gently began caressing her calves. I followed her calves up to her thighs, then on to her arse. Nice legs. They would look great poking out of a mini skirt. Her arse was tight, firm and round, just perfect for grabbing or spanking. As I stood she lowered herself back down, on her feet. As hard as I could, I slapped her arse. "I did not give you permission to move!" The force of my slap made her step forward. Quickly recovering, she resumed her position, and added. "Sorry Sir."

Terry slowly stepped farther into the room. She had seen the slap and didn't quite know what to do. Even from behind, I could tell that Joan was smiling and she nodded toward the couch. Terry smiled back, rolled her eyes and went to sit down. "You may stand flat footed." Joan eased herself down onto her heels. I placed a hand on each hip, and slowly slid my hands up and around to cup her tits. I would guess they were a small "B" or maybe an "A". I loved small tits. I squeezed them and grabbed a nipple with each thumb and forefinger, pinched hard, and pulled up and back toward me. I held her there, for a moment, just to make my point. Then slowly eased her down, and released her nipples. "Spread your legs farther apart. Good, now keeping your legs straight, I want you to bend at the waist, reach down and grab an ankle with each hand." I dropped to one knee, to take a good look at my new pussy, and arse. I liked the way her breasts hung. They looked good enough to eat. Her pussy was already moist and her natural lubricant had started to ooze down both trim thighs. Her position forced her pussy open, at the base. I gently touched her outer lips. I ran my finger across her puckering arsehole, and softly into her open pussy. I was careful not to penetrate any more than perhaps half an inch. Sliding farther down, I opened the rest of her. I leaned forward, and smelt her wonderful aroma.
Without warning I thrust my middle finger into her pussy. Just as quickly I yanked it back out. I looked down into Joan's eyes, upside down, looking up into mine. She smiled. I set the same, now wet, finger against her bum crack. She closed her eyes. In one slow, but steady thrust I pushed into her arse. Once in, I stopped. After a few seconds I could feel her inner muscles relax. I pushed in and out, a couple of times, then probed around inside a little. I rested my free hand on her bum cheek and took in the scene.

I removed my finger, and stood. "Please stand and turn toward me." She complied. "My finger is soiled. Clean it." She took my hand in hers. Lifting my hand to her mouth, she took my middle finger into her mouth. She looked me right in the eye, and began to suck. God, she was gorgeous. She was perfect. But I had to wonder, why treatment like this seemed desirable. Walking back over to the sofa, I sat down, on the arm of the couch and said "You can speak freely. Do you have any questions?" She smiled, "Yes sir. What will you be having me do for you?" "That's a loaded question that will take a month to answer. But I can give you some examples." Joan smiled and nodded. I continued. "You will be naked, probably 90% of the time. You will be my housekeeper, cook, masseuse, and lover. You will be my servant, my whore, and my pet. I'll use you as window dressing, when I go out. A companion, when I'm lonely. You will be a whipping post, when I'm in the mood, or you disobey. I love to spank firm arses. It is my goal to turn you into my most prized possession, a thing of beauty and desire. I demand compliance and happy servitude. What do you think?" She grinned. "It sounds like a dream. I'll be your plaything, and now Sir, since you've looked me over, do I measure up?" "Joan, how do I know, that if I take you to be mine, you won't dissappear and go off the rails?" With shame, Joan looked up at me. "Terry and I have talked about this a lot. That's exactly why we went this route. I need a master. We put an add in, and the E-mails started to come. We read a lot, replied to some, but yours felt right. Yours is the only one that both Terry and I could agree on." Terry sat silently on the couch and watched her friend struggle."Every time we've talked on the phone. Both of us have been listening at this end. I would do whatever you said, and afterwards Terry and I would talk, sometimes for hours, about you and me and our future." Looking at Terry, "One time, you got me all worked up and horny, then left me there. I begged Terry to make love to me, to spank me, something. But she wouldn't. I stood up, walked over to the coffee table, and pulled it back, in front of the couch. "Joan come here." Joan stepped over to stand at my side. I took her by the arm, and lead her to the end of the coffee table. "Spread your legs wide, bend at the waist, and keep your legs straight. Put your hands on the table." Joan backed up a little, spread her legs, bent over and smiled. "Like this sir?" "Yes, that will do nicely." I reached down and grabbed one of her tits. While squeezing her boob, I dropped to one knee again. I slid my hand down her tit, till I was holding the nipple. I pulled down and began to squeeze. "How old are you bitch?" "I am thirty two." I stood up and told Terry to bring me the brush. I took it, and started to slide the back of the brush, up and down and around Joan's arse and thighs. "Terry, I need you to spank Joan please." Terry shook her head violently. "No way!" I set the brush on the small of Joan's back. Taking both of Terry's hands, in mine, looked her in the eye. "Watch, I'll show you." Picking up the brush, and turning to Joan, I said "Pet, each time that you receive a swat, you will count the hit, say thank you, and then ask her to spank you again. Let's try a couple to see if you understand."

I wound up and hit her squarely, on the left bum cheek. It made a wonderful pop, as it smashed into her supple globe. Instantly you could make out the red outline of the brush head. I loved seeing her flesh ripple, and her body surge forward, then spring back into position. In a strained, but controlled voice, Joan spoke. "One, thank you Sir. Please strike me again." WHAPP! What a great sound. "Two, thank you Sir. Please strike me again." "Not at this time, my pet." I set the brush down, again on the small of her back. Then sliding my hand down between her arse cheeks, I stove two fingers into her twat. She was breathing heavy and she was seriously wet and gooey. Removing my fingers, I took a couple of steps toward her head, and said. "My fingers are soiled again." I put them into her mouth. She hungrily sucked them clean. Terry’s turn. She repeated the same as I had just done but looked uncomfortable. Joan was on the verge of climaxing and I could tell. I decided she had had enough pleasure for now and ordered her to put her clothes back on and get in my car in silence. “I really appreciate what you have done for Joan” I said to Terry. “She has great potential and I will ensure she is treated in the most strictest and most sexual way possible.” We said our goodbyes and I headed out to my car to be with my slave. My cock was throbbing and I just couldn’t wait to get back to start properly with my Slag.