Over the years I've had several opportunities to be interviewed or inspected by a Dominant Man or Master for a position of submission as His slave or property. Totally consensual and willing, several of these first encounters have turned into actual opportunities for mutual satisfaction, sexually and otherwise.
The first time meeting is typically full of anticipation, anxiousness and absolute desire for acceptance and success.
I've begun these encounters most often online on all-male dating websites, often ones geared to bd/sm, leather oriented interests. They are far and few between yet can be very exciting in the quest, or in the case of a Master, the "hunt".
This one time I met a guy on a more mainstream gay website. As we chatted more online it became clear he was a man of my interest and he had definite leanings in the realm I sought. He was a top, dominant and demanding control. His focus on me peaked when he recognized my natural inclination for submission.
He also had a job that required discretion in this particular area of activity. Although gay and out this kinky proclivity wouldn't bode well with his board. Once he established my integrity and honesty he became open to inviting me for an initial interview, face to face.
We made a date to meet at a local gay bar.
I made certain I looked my best in tight fitting jeans, tee shirt, boots, leather vest and respectfully well groomed. Arriving a bit early I grabbed a beer and surveyed the room looking for an 'in-command' looking man. I had sent him my pic, but I didn't have one of him. As I sipped the beer in anticipation I got a text message, from him. He told me to look at an obscure booth tucked in a secluded niche, and there he was waiting. He had been observing me, and my apparent anxiety.
I walked over and introduced myself. He was quite handsome, well styled auburn hair, piercing brown eyes, just under six feet, muscular with an alluring smile, latino. He wore what appeared to be fitted combat type clothing that naturally suited him. He was quite comfortable in his gear, and assured in his stance and tone. I was immediately smitten.
He already had a beer and initiated a pleasant conversation. I wasn't given permission to sit, so I stood firmly in front of him. It was obvious he was giving me the once over, examing "the goods". I sensed some early satisfaction, yet I know better than jump ahead in perception.
After awhile he leaned in, grabbed the side of my vest and pulled me in closer to him. Our eyes met and locked. He smiled and began running his hand over my chest. I stood erect and gladly allowed his advances. Tweaking my nipples through the tee shirt he then lifted one hand to my face, caressing my cheek and chin, slowly inserting a finger into my mouth. I gently sucked on it while he smiled more.
"You seem ripe for developing, sub", he said confidently. I nodded affirmatively. He seemed pleased.
I caught the sweet smell of being freshly showered as he drew me against his body, pulling me in to kiss. His muscular legs straddled mine as he deep kissed me with intensity. It was a long intense kiss of desire and domination, setting roles in motion.
He then asked me a series of questions, an inquiry of my past, experience, interests, limits and loyalties. I answered honestly in the desire to build my qualifications and integrity. He seemed pleased.
"Turn around, sub", he commanded. I turned and he ran a hand down from my neck to my ass, which he gave a firm squeeze. "I'm an 'ass man', fond of a nice manly butt to FUCK", he said firmly in my ear as he stood behind me. Reaching around he swiftly unbuckled my belt and reached down into the back of my jeans. I felt his strong, firm hand cup my buttocks through the briefs. Moving the elastic band he reached further in to caress my bare butt, rubbing it lovingly, yet with determination. It was a bit humiliating and embarrassing in a public setting, yet noone could see it. Plus, I wanted to make a good impression, especially as I am naturally slutty anyway. I sense he detected and appreciated that characteristic.
It wasn't much after that his finger began probbing my hole, and soon afterward he slid one finger, and then a second into my anal oriface, I sensed craving it. I squirmed some in delight, slightly wiggling my hips, begging for as much penetration as he desired. His fingers stretched my hole. "Very nice", he said. "If I decide and come to own this, you'll come to accept your fate as a fuck toy!". "I fuck frequently, as is my pleasure, bitch".
I felt a strong heat of passion come over me, almost hoping his fingers would remain penetrating me for hours.
This interview seemed going quite well, I thought!
With immediacy he removed his hand from the back of my pants informing me he had to use the men's room. He instructed me to stay in place and stand akimbo until he returned. I did.
Returning, he graciously brought me a beer along with one for himself. We klinked bottles, and he said with a smile, "drink up"! As I brought the mouth of the bottle up to my face I suddenly realized it was quite warm and smelled slightly acrid. When the bottle hit my lips the realization hit me broadly, it was piss, his piss he just urinated into the bottle in the men's room! I must have looked surprised, if not shocked, as he looked at me right in the eyes saying, "DOWN IT, and savor each and every drop".
I had experienced watersports and piss before but never so unexpectedly. He was testing me. Watching attentively while I drank down the contents of the full to the brim bottle, I made sure not a drop fell, but only in my mouth to swallow. In honesty I did so only to please this man as I was definitely attracted to serve as he demanded.
My surprise and compliance I believe satisfied that next step of the interview.
He then told me he lived nearby and really wanted to fuck and breed me then, but, he had a busy next day at work and had to get up early. Yet he promised an initiation fuck was in my future, soon. I was happy to hear that. He went on to tell me of a wire spider mouth expander he just bought and wanted to use on a sub. He smirked and said that perhaps my name is on it to break it in!
His place was perfectly situated for me to be on-call to stop before and/or after work for blow jobs, fucks or whatever else he enjoyed and wanted, plus longer bondage sessions other times.
Time would tell how it would evolve and transpire. That is the magic of being trained to a man's specific needs.
He said it looked likely my training would commence soon after my initiation breeding, my being collared as his property and as his submissive slave. I would get an email or text when I had to appear and submit.
I was honored. The chemistry had been established and set in motion.
Like all my coming stories, this is all true and factual.There's no embellishment or overstatement.
It all happened! And, I cherish it.
