Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2003 01:31:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: DermotV <dermotv2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ad

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.