Having served a few different Masters over the years I know each has distinct and specific needs. It's a sub's responsibility to learn and know each and every one of those needs and how to successfully satisfy each one. It msy not be the sub's desire, interest or preference, but that doesn't matter. The sub's only need is satisfying his Master's.
Giving up one's mind, body, soul, and pysche isn't easy, yet can be quite fulfilling when the sub is willing to comply, be molded and become a true servant of his revered Master.
I have learned these lessons well.
Meeting Master James was somewhat unnerving. I knew bits and pieces about him, yet not the entire picture. A secure, successful businessman he was both naturally dominant in work and at play. Masculine, handsome, stern and yet nurturing, he was a man who got what he wanted, always. A true predator he easily recognized suitable prey. And, I came squarly into his crosshairs.
We had a number of conversations. He established some expectations, and there was an agreement for an initiation, for me, as his slave.
I knew I was a compromise. That isn't a great start, but he was willing to give it a go as he sensed potential in me. True submissive men, like dominant ones, are hard to come by. Those willing to commit, and not merely play a game.
He already had a full time live-in slave, and sought two or three more. I was unable to do that, and could only be a part-time slave, which was the compromise. Yet, he was willing to give it a go, if I would commit to being "on-call" and work real hard to accommodate his needs as a priority, when he needed me. A challenge for me, but Master James was too good to not work very hard to please.
For my indoctrination I was to meet him at his home on a specific date and time. I had never been there before, yet fortunately it was near my home which made things even more doable.
I arrived a bit early. A slave is never late and always on time. His house was suburban, but very nice, well kept and had beautifully manicured landscape. I waited patiently, somewhat nervous, on the front porch near the front door as I knew he was returning from work. Several minutes after the designated time a large SUV came down the street pulling into the driveway, and into the garage.
Soon after he opened the front door and told me to come inside. I had been previously instructed that once over the threshold I no longer had any rights. I was just to do as I would be told to do, or kicked out, forever. I stepped in knowing my fate was sealed. I thanked him. I knew there was no turning back. My initiation, my training, was about to begin.
"Take off your clothes, fold them neatly, and put them on that chair.", as he pointed to it. "Then kneel right here in the entry hall, bow your head, and place your hands behind it". He said all of it in a matter of fact, confident, authoritative voice. "This is how you will ALWAYS enter my house". "Understand?" I nodded. "I only give orders and instructions ONCE, and you will never forget them".
"I will come get you when I am ready and want to".
He left and prepared myself as he wanted it done.
Kneeling and looking at the floor with my head bowed was unnerving as I came to wait a long time. Suddenly I heard footsteps and shoes appeared in my sight line looking down. He was standing in front and above me, but I did not look up.
Lifting my head up with his hand I saw a collar and leash in his other hand. He secured the collar around my neck and locked it in place.
"What are you, slave?", he asked. I repeated, "A slave, Sir". He laughed, spit on me and said, "well, of course you are, but you are also my bitch." "CORRECT? Say it". I responded, "I am your bitch, Sir". "Good boy." "I sense you're a bit too assured and cocky, but I will reslove that." "Breaking you in will be a delight".
To be continued...
