Date: Tue, 02 May 2006 14:05:55 -0500
From: ID Zervit <idzervit@lycos.com>
Subject: Permanent Bondage: 1. The First Encounter

My Master is a stickler for details.  The lists and schedules that
now define my life reinforce this, and that he is in total control
of me: mind, body, and spirit.  From our first encounter there was
no doubt who was in charge.  During initial discussions, he
was very careful to allow me enough leeway to ascertain that I was
committed to the choice I was about to make, but the
contract that I would eventually sign would be ironclad, literally,
and there would be no returning to my previous station once
the document was signed.

There were three meetings planned.  The
first was in his living room, our initial face-to-face
encounter after weeks of communication by e-mail.  My first sight
of him put me at ease.  Even before he spoke, there was
wisdom and stability in his demeanor.  He offered me water, nothing
else.  We sat opposite each other on a large, soft sofa.
We were both cautious, but both equally sure of speech.  He had
many questions regarding my current situation and how I
would be properly taking care of what he called loose ends.  He
wanted to make sure that I didn't owe any money to anyone,
or have any personal or legal ties that would interfere with
transferring me into his keeping.  Slaves can be allowed very few
expectations - it is the nature of slavery.  But he was willing to
assure me that I would be kept healthy and clean.  The details
of my servitude I would learn later, but there were three elements
that were nonnegotiable... 1. I would effectively "disappear"
permanently from my current existence, 2. I would be kept in naked
bondage at all times, and 3. The arrangement would be
permanent!

There were no pretenses, there was no physical contact;
we talked only, and I was allowed to say anything and
ask any questions.  After a couple of hours of talking, we set the
date of the next encounter, and I left, letting myself out.

The second meeting would be in his dungeon.   I would be allowed to
see my future quarters, to view the bondage and
training equipment, to study the contract I would be signing and,
once again, to ask questions and clear up any doubts I had.
We lived in the same town.  I had ridden the bus to the nearest
stop, a few blocks from his house.  I didn't want to leave.  I
knew he was the one and I was ready to begin my slavery journey,
but there was much work and introspection to be done.  I
would learn more as time passed of his thoroughness, his caution,
and his dogged attention to endless details.