When I arrived in New York I ran my ad, "SubWM, New kid in town, into lipstick, leather, latex, lace, leash and a little lash. Seeks live-in position."
I knew I was into kink from my fantasy life, but I was a novice to the lifestyle. Other than trying on my mothers make-up and clothes and some self-bondage I'd done nothing. I was scarred that I might get into something I hadn't planned, but I was going to be picky. I decided to meet the 3 rd caller to the mailbox that was set up with my ad. His name was Mark, he sounded educated, calm but in control. We agreed to meet in a local resturant in the nightlife part of town. So far I had not come out. Staying in a cheap motel all-alone in a new city, I did not know who I could trust. In my room I did try on some of my purchases make-up, lingerie, stockings, a skirt and halter-top and 3 inch red, spike shoes. How to go out on a date like this? I wanted to go dressed up in female attire, which would be more alluring, but I was too afraid. Also I felt I wanted to go as I was and change into whatever my master wanted. So I brought a shoulder bag with me with my change of clothes.
Should I shave myself before I go out? I almost did when I dressed in my hotel room but decided not to. I stayed in my natural state. I had a fantasized that I had been shaved as part of my feminization. I guess you can add forced feminization to the list of kinks. If I shaved myself how could my new master do it to me? I hoped Mark would get a kick out of being able to feminize me.
After ordering a light lunch, I had a salad, we started talkng. I quickly said that I was a novice to the lifestyle, but I was sure I was into it, as I had so many fantasies. I said almost everything turns me on, submission, bondage, fetish, cross-dressing, humiliation the thought of being punished. I say the thought because I never had been hit or spanked. Without being in bondage I would not tolerate being hit I would get mad and fight back. In my fantasies I get put into bondage and am dominated then I can do what I cannot do in my regular life. If someone was rude to me and threatens me I don't like it and I get angry. In my fantasies I'm in bondage and if I'm insulted, threatened, hit I get excited. Mark smiled, I could tell he was pleased I a newbie, I added that I did not shave because I wanted to do it for new my master. Mark laughed at that I was cute.
Mark took control of the conversation. He pulled out a collar. It was a black studded collar with a big ring on the front and D rings on the side and back. I read the word in silver letters on the side, SLAVE. Put it on he said. "I'm not ready for body modification or piercing or bestiality, I stammered." Your in luck because I'm not into that either he said. "I'll respect your limits, but I'll lead to you to where you never dreamed of." My hands were shaking as I put the collar on. I had a shirt on so the collar was not completely obvious, but I was bright red with embarasment, I glanced arround but nobody else in the restaurant seemed to care, though I did see a couple sneaking looks at me. Despite the embarrassment I could feel my loins stirring. "I do want to pierce my ears though I said" anxiously "and you can keep me in bondage all day".
Have you ever had anal sex? He asked. "I said I had a few times but I couldn't relax enough to enjoy it. I've fantasized to be in bondage and be forced to have oral and anal sex." Mark smiled again. Come with me he said as he left the money for the bill and stood up. I followed.
We walked through the street to his car. I felt a bit better as I saw he had a BMW, he opened the door for me. It's not the money I wanted, but even though I still didn't know him at least he was financially OK. He wouldn't just tie me up and run away with my wallet.
I asked him if he was seeing anyone now. He told me to "Shut up. Listen, You have one chance to enter the lifestyle for the first time. I like you. I'm going to give you the perfect introduction." He went on "You will start at the absolute bottom, you will follow what I say and I will find your limits." He must have lived close to the restaurant because we were already pulling into the garage of a house. The garage was on a basement level. Get out the car. Mark said, firmly. I did slowly, with my shoulder bag. "I've got some things to get into," I said, holding up the bag.
He walked around to where I was standing next to the car. Take off all your clothes. I felt both fear and excitement, this was my greatest fantasy, but at the same time I didn't know where I was, what was the address. I didn't even know Marks last name, if Mark was even his real name. The fear of getting murdered flashed through my mind. But I had felt for a while that I could not live without fulfilling my desires and here they were, I had to decide. I slowly removed my clothes. I was standing on the concrete floor of the basement starting to feel cold with just a collar on my neck.
Mark went into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, they had about 9 inches of chain between them. Put them on yourself. I put the cuff on my left hand and slowly, if seemed in slow motion put it on my right hand and slowly heard the notches click. I knew this was a point of no return. Mark reached in and turned the safety. You use these to stop the handcuffs from over-tightening, because they can't be loosen up. If they are too tight and stop the blood flow you can have serious problems. I was reassured by the care he showed, but then he picked up a chain, about 6 feet long and put it around my neck. He threaded the chain through the D rings and padlocked it through the ring on the front of the collar. Now the collar was locked around my neck with about 5 feet of chain hanging off.
Stay, Mark said with tones of someone telling a dog. I felt my penis getting hard despite the cool in the basement.
Mark had plenty of accessories. He pulled out leg cuffs and a piece of chain about 2 feet long. Put these on. He said as he handed me the leg cuffs. I quickly realized I now needed to move both hands together. I bent over and put on the leg cuffs, remembering to lock the safety catch after I tightened them. Good Mark said. Now get on all 4's. I had a realization what was going to happen. This was one of my fantasies, now coming true. My erection got harder. I saw him glance at it. He crouched down besides me and with 2 padlocks chained my leg cuffs to my handcuffs. I was trying to calculate if I would be able to stand up, then Mark said. "From now on you are my dog, you have no opinions, you do whatever I want, eat what I give you." I started to say that I understood and would be obedient, but he yelled, "Shut up". He reached over again and this time pulled out what I could see was a gag. It had a thick leather strap that went around the face and straps under the chin and over the top of the head. There was a red ball protruding. I knew I had to open my mouth. The ball filled my mouth and the strap was tightened around my head.
I was on my hands and knees and they were chained together so I had to stay like a dog on my hands and knees, I was completely gagged and had a slave collar chained to my neck with a 5 foot chain lease that Mark now picked up and started walking towards the garage door. I followed on all fours, my knees quickly hurt and a felt the skin around the cuffs getting sore.
Through the garage door on the left were steps going up, I imagined into the house. But on the other side of the garage door was another door, it was red and padded with red studs holding the padding in. It looked like and upholstered stool but much bigger. I was led in. Mark seemed to walk me into the door, it was heavy, I thought he wants me to notice this is a solid door. Inside he flicked a switch and my eyed widened. It was very exciting for me to see lots of bondage equipment. I recognized several pieces a horse, a solid looking table, stocks, a frame going from the floor to the ceiling. The equipment was heavy wood with mainly red coverings, they shined like leather. I smelt the smell of leather, rubber and latex hit me. I realized Mark was probably an expert at this.
"Sit" Mark said. I sat like a dog on my but with my arms strait down, hands next to my feet which were flat on the ground. I noticed that one whole wall had fairly high shelves and lots of things on the shelves, and under the shelves were straps and belts hanging down.
Mark removed the gag and the leash. "If you understand what I said move your right paw, now show me if you understand". I lifted my right paw and scratched at the ground a few times.
I had already drooled down my chin and a few drops were on the floor. "Lick them up he said" I lowered my head and licked the floor. It was dirty and tasted gritty and bitter. "Good" He said and patted my head. "Now fetch" and Mark threw a rubber bone across the room. I landed on a carpet. I went on all fours across and picked it up in my mouth like a dog would, I came back and dropped it into his hand, again I got a pat on the head and some encouraging words.
Mark threw the bone again and again, after what seemed like a thousand times, but was probably only about 40, my knees hurt, my hands hurt, the cuffs hurt, my back hurt, at least I was keeping warm, but I was getting bored. It all seemed less exciting. Again he threw the bone and said fetch. This time I thought I would show my feelings. I walked slowly to get the bone I picked it and slowly came back, looking like I wasn't so happy. It seemed to work because Mark asked, "What's wrong, aren't you enjoying this?" Grateful to speak I said that fetching the bone was getting tiring. I should have known what was coming.
He led me next to a stool and said I could rest. He slid the stool under me, lifting the legs so they went over the chain between my hands and feet. I didn't have much space, my arms and legs were close to the end of the stool, but the cool padded leather under my body allowed me to sag onto it. I felt better and let out a sigh. I was not noticing what Mark was up to. He had grabbed a piece of bamboo about 3 feet long, I remember I heard a swish and was wondering what that was, was it an insect, when my rear-end exploded in pain. He got me across both cheeks. I yelled and jerked at my chains I tried to bring my hands around and quickly was jerked by the cuffs. I tried to lift my feet up to cover my backside but the chain under the stool would not let me. Whoosh and again my backside exploded in pain. I couldn't think what to say. I felt equal parts outrage and the desire to grovel. Somehow I had a rational thought, I can't get out of this I better grovel fast. Even my survival instinct was saying submit. "Please stop, I'm sorry, master, please". I turned and looked at Mark, he looked serious. He slowly picked up his arm. Another whoosh and again the cane hit me, this time I had turned slightly to the side so the cane hit the side of the cheek. I could feel its impact on my hipbone. It hurt as much as the other 2 hits. The first hit was now subsiding in pain, but I could feel a burning heat from that area.
I glanced up at Mark again. "I'm sorry, please don't hit me," I begged this time with a more pathetic voice. I started to wonder if I should scream as loudly as I could. One part of me could still see this was part of my fantasy, it never hurt like this but this is what would happen, the other part was wondering if I had gone too far.
He slowly raised his arm. I could tell he was going to hit me again. Whoosh, this one hit a bit lower, where the butt meets the leg. Maybe I was not so surprised. It hurt as much as the others, but I wasn't as shocked.
My mind was racing with a shot of adrenalin. Begging wasn't working. It didn't work to ask him to stop. I had a flash of insight, I was telling him what to do. "Please do whatever you want," I said, "Punish me I deserve it, I am a terrible slave" A smile crossed his lips. "It seems you can learn". I was much too afraid to say anything. I'm sure you want to know it is soundproofed down here, but I don't want you to scream. I scratched the floor with my right paw, looking down. I wasn't going to speak or do anything that would risk more punishment. "It is a good first lesson, you do what I want, you stop when I want to stop". He said very clearly and deliberately. I pawed the ground with my right hand trying to convey regret and meekness in my movement.
He lifted the edge to the stool and slid it from under me. I arched so it could get away from me.
"Now fetch" he said and threw the rubber bone again. I had forgotten the pain in my hands, knees and back, the cuffs didn't seem to hurt; just the fire in my butt was all I could feel. I felt overjoyed to have another chance. I raced to the bone picked it up and raced back, trying to be a frisky puppy. I dropped the bone into Marks hand and panted eagerly, he stood for a second and I nuzzled his shoe.
We happily played fetch I don't for how much longer. I didn't care. I was excited to keep playing this game as long as master wanted to. Finally he said "Good dog" and put the bone onto a shelf, then he went to another shelf and picked something up. I kept moving around trying to look like I still wanted to play.
"Roll over" he said I went completely around. "Roll slowly" I rolled and he stopped me on my back. He reached for my penis. I twitched but then opened my legs as much as possible. He had something in his hand he was putting over my balls and penis, it felt them being confined and it was metallic. I heard a click. I didn't even look down. "This is so you don't have too much fun, now it" I rolled back to my haunches.
Mark threaded the chain threw the D rings in the collar and padlocked it in the front. I was led to the corner and I saw behind the table a cage. It looked line a lion tamers cage; it had wheels on the bottom and a sturdy wood floor. Mark led me inside. He wrapped the chain around the bars in the top corner of the cage. He reached in and undid my cuffs. I stayed on all fours. A bowl of water and a bowl with some cereal were put through the bars. Mark threw in a blanket.
"You see in the corner there," he said and pointed. There was a video camera and next to it I could see what was a 2-way radio, like the kind you listen to a baby on. "If you make a noise and I have to come down you'll be sorry and you'll be sleeping with the gag. I meekly pawed the bottom of the cage. He turned and left the room turning off the light. Fortunately there was a night light in the corner.
I was all-alone chained around my neck in a cage, having been beaten and made to fetch a rubber bone. This was not what I had planned. I had thought I would be dressed in sensuous feminine clothing, having hot sex. Now I could examine what he had done with my members. I looked down there, a cage in a half spherical shape held my penis and balls, I had seen chastity devices like this on the web, but now I could feel the it, especially under my balls. In the back there was a small lock holding it in place. I did not even want to try to pull it to test it. I couldn't get an erection with this on. The thought of being so helpless now stirred me, I could feel the penis filling and growing, it started to hurt and quickly got softer. Now this is torture. Slowly I started feeling my butt. I could feel the welts they still stung. I lay on my side and covered myself with the blanket. I wanted to do something to keep myself occupied. I now had more than just a fantasy to amuse myself with but I couldn't even begin to masturbate. After what seemed like a lifetime longer, I started wondering what was the worst punishment the beating or being in this cage getting more and more frustrated.
I was kept like a dog for a few days; I sensed my master was also eager to get on to next part on his plan for me. I did use the word leash in the ad, but I was not thinking I would be getting dog training. As much as I had my list of fantasies, Mark had his, and he was going to fulfill them with me.