[Non-Fiction] My Master and me

[Slave Sophitia]

Hello everyone.

Sorry for the long wait, but my duties as a slave of my Master Rayne must come before all other considerations and even if Tira is present, she often needs to be corrected to keep her in line.

My Master told me of your desire to know of my first experience as a slave, and being eager to please my Master, I began to remind myself this extraordinary night and I became his.

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I discovered very early that I was different from other children. I have always been sensitive to adult authority. It was clear in my mind that children should obey their parents and show them respect. I never asked anything to my parents, or even threw a tantrum in a store for stupid toys.
As a teenager, I developed. Again, I could see my difference when I looked at girls in the locker room before and after gym classes: my body developped more than that of my classmates. Like my mother, my breasts were larger and more round than those of other girls my age.

In my group of friends, I was not the leader. I was the one who stood back and that was the least noticed. Or trying to get noticed as little as possible; it was difficult given my physique.

The boys noticed me a lot, but I didn't not show them interest. Boys my age did not seduce me; I was much more attracted to mature men with authority.
During my childhood games, I discovered that I liked to be tied, submissive and to obey others.

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It was at the age of 17 I discovered BDSM, defying the ban my parents forced me on pornographic sites. I prohibited myself of all forms of pleasures to keep myself pure for the man who would be worthy of being my Master. Seeing these committed women, leashed like dogs, their bodies enclosed in a leather harness, was so intense that I wet my panties.
From that day I understood what I was born to be.

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One night while I was surfing the net, I found the announcement that would change my life. A man looking for a woman to be his slave, a serious woman, whose description matched exactly to my person. I did not hesitate for a second. I undressed, I took a picture of myself and I attached it to the message I sent, begging for an audience with the man whose picture had seduced me.

I received an answer fairly quickly, with very precise instructions concerning the conduct of my audience with the one who, I hoped, would be my Master.
I will spare you the details of my preparation on my audience: I'll just tell you that I got up early and spent three hours making preparing myself. I wanted to be absolutely perfect for him.

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I was very nervous, I did not know what to expect. I was hoping only that he would agree to take me for his slave. My heart was pounding and it was not because I would have to should undress in front of him, I really was affraid he would reject me. He was the first man I was ready to give myself to.
I entered the building and I was hoping my life would change and have a true meaning.

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As soon as I saw him him, I fell in love. His deep voice, his aura of authority, his look of kindness and beauty of his face made my heart beat faster. He made me stand in the middle of his living room, and then he slowly inspected me walking around me, patting me on occasion. When he came to stand before me and his eyes rested on mine, he did not say one word, I realized that the time had come for me to reveal myself to him.

With a shy smile, I undid the straps of my dress and I let it slip to the floor. The thrill that I felt did harden the tips of my breasts. With a smile of satisfaction, he stroked my face with one hand and on the other, explored my body. His daring enchanted me when caressed my breasts and his hand touched one of my nipples. He invited me to sit at his side, but respectfully I declined the favor by saying that my true place was kneeling at his feet.

He allowed me to describe myself, to speak about my childhood, etc. I explained why I was still a virgin and he seemed satisfied. Was that why he agreed to take me for his slave? I still do not know today, but at that time the joy I felt was so great that I could not help but kiss his feet.

He explained to me that until my initiation I couldn,t refer to him as Master, but only Sir. He would not describe the ritual that I would have to endure nor reveal what slave name he would give me. Once, my name was Isabelle. When I would be his, I would have to answer to a new name, the only name that I would need to know from the moment I stop being a nobody.

He gave me all the instructions for the day that I was already looking forward to. I got dressed, then before leaving, he allowed me to kiss him.

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I had great difficulty getting to sleep that night. I was so happy that happiness I felt kept me awake. Already I counted the minutes until my old life would end and that my new life would begin...

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More is to come. I must leave now to go to work. My Master is asleep and He will be pleased if you comment. Until He allows me to use His computer again to post another bit of our story, I say good bye

[BlaBlaBlubb]

At first: welcome to getdare "Slave Sophitia", since we already have read much about you and your master.
Since it once was my idea to let you describe the story from your point of view and i would like to see how it will go on.

[Crossdresser5]

Your master needs you to let you write more

[Master Rayne]

I will, if she behaves perfectly

Blablablubb: thank you for your suggestion.

[Slave Sophitia]

Originally Posted by Crossdresser5

Your master needs you to let you write more

My Master will let me write more if I am a good slave and if I deserve to be rewarded.

for now I must go to bed. He allowed me to post here these few words to thank you for your replies.

[Master Rayne]

My Sophitia is currently typing the next part of her story. Like me she writes in french and translate afterwards. so you can expect some typoes. if you do, le me know and I'll spank her ass twice the amounts of typoes you found.

She is aware of this ''punishment'' so I think she may make a few on purpose.

[Fantage]

Originally Posted by Master Rayne

My Sophitia is currently typing the next part of her story. Like me she writes in french and translate afterwards. so you can expect some typoes. if you do, le me know and I'll spank her ass twice the amounts of typoes you found.

She is aware of this ''punishment'' so I think she may make a few on purpose.

This whore sees, I'm gonna keep a eye out for typos then.

[Master Rayne]

Good slut, Fantage

[Master Rayne]

My slave is done writing, she'll be translating soon

[Fantage]

Originally Posted by Master Rayne

Good slut, Fantage

Thank you, Master Rayne, that's a lot for the bitch I am.

[Slave Sophitia]

Fantage, my Master is a very kind and generous man, that is why he decided of this little game of ''typoes finding'' which involves that each typoes will get me a big slap on my ass. I will do everything for my Master's pleasure. Tira is a bit jealous, but this pet won't get what I will :P

Since you behaved well and tough I am not done translating, Master told me to post the following text. More to come soon. enjoy!
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The day finally arrived.

All week long, I had thought of this. I would soon become the property of my future Master. I was struggling to fullfil my tasks at work and I often was caught daydreaming. People spoke to me, I heard, but I was not listening. Every single moments... I was thinking about the man who was to be my Master. I imagined myslef being under his control, under his orders, owned by him.

Saturday morning, I made the same ritual as the previous week. I spent considerable time to rid my body of all unwanted hair; my future Master had been very clear in his instructions. Any failure on my part and it was over: he would not again lay eye on me.

When I finished, I took a hot shower to be fully clean, then I softened my skin with a peach scented moisturizer. My future Master allowed me to wear a very light makeup: a black eye shadow, mascara and a bright red lipstick. The only clothes that he allowed me to wear were an old white T-shirt, a black mini skirt and thong. I did not have the right to wear underwears.

My future Master seemed to like my enormously big round tits bouncing with every step I took. I looked for a moment in the mirror. The tip of my breasts were pointing through the thin fabric of my shirt. I was excited and anxious. A part of me feared what would happen to me. I knew some thing he would do to me would hurt. I knew I would be punished: no matter the reason, even if I didn't know why, I deserved to be punished.

I new I had to be worthy too bee his slave!
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I was on time.

I stood before him, straight as an arrow, head bowed in humility, hands clasped in front of me shyly. My blond hair was thrown behind my back, so he could see my face, and I tried to control my breathing.

As ordered, I was silent, standing in the middle of the room while he was closing the blinds, locked the door and unpluged the phone.
He then stood before me and addressing me in a firm voice, he said:

-One we get started, you can't go back. Once I brought you to the donjon I specially made for this occasion, you will have given up your freedom and at the end of your initiation, you will belong only to me and nobody else. You understand?

- Yes Sir, I whispered, remembering I wasnt worthy yet co call him Master.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my shirt with both hands and tore it in two, exposing my breasts. I looked up at him apprehensively, but it was short-lived for with one half of my shirt, he blindfolded me. In the dark, my breathing quickened and goose bumps covered my body, hardening my nipples.

He the tore the rest of the clothes I was wearing and, standing behind me, he firmly grabbed me by the shoulders and led me to his dungeon. I abandonned myself totally to his control. I did not know what to expect, he had decided to keep the details of my initiation secret. My heart was beating faster and faster, I was anxious to become his.

I felt that I stopped at the threshold of a door, were emanated a gentle warmth. Despite my blindfold obstructing my vision, I could guess the glows of candlelights he had lit on. His breath caressed my neck when he said in a terribly haunting deep voice:

-It's the last chance you have to step back. One you have set foot in this dungeon, you willl undertake the ritual to be mine. As soon as your foot touches this floor, you will no longer be a free woman.

-I will not go back Sir, I repeated with a nervous voice. I want, I need to be yours.

The moment I finished speaking I received a hard and sudden push in the back. Surprised, I dove to the floor and falling heavily on my knees and hands, I let out a small squeal that made him laugh. Pathetic and ridiculous, not knowing what to expect, I remained at my place, that means being at his feet and on all fours, waiting for him to take me by the hair to guide me to a cage where he locked me before ordering me:

-You stay there, you do not talk, you do not move and you do not take off your blindfold.

I obeyed immediately, laying at the bottom of the cage he had installed specifically for the slut that I am, and I spoke no more. I heard him leave the room to get something in the refrigerator, then he returned to the dungeon.

He opened the door and ordered me to get out, which I did. Bluntly, he made me lie on my back, on the cold florr, and cuffed my wrists and ankles with chains attached to the hooks screwed on the floor. Totally immobilised, I was totally helpless and submitted to it will.

My meaningless free life without a Master to serve was about to end and my new purpose was about to begin...

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[Fantage]

Originally Posted by Slave Sophitia

Fantage, my Master is a very kind and generous man, that is why he decided of this little game of ''typoes finding'' which involves that each typoes will get me a big slap on my ass. I will do everything for my Master's pleasure. Tira is a bit jealous, but this pet won't get what I will :P

Since you behaved well and tough I am not done translating, Master told me to post the following text. More to come soon. enjoy!
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The day finally arrived.

All week long, I had thought of this. I would soon become the property of my future Master. I was struggling to fullfil my tasks at work and I often was caught daydreaming. People spoke to me, I heard, but I was not listening. Every single moments... I was thinking about the man who was to be my Master. I imagined myslef being under his control, under his orders, owned by him.

Saturday morning, I made the same ritual as the previous week. I spent considerable time to rid my body of all unwanted hair; my future Master had been very clear in his instructions. Any failure on my part and it was over: he would not again lay eye on me.
Underwear is spelled wrong it is underwear.
When I finished, I took a hot shower to be fully clean, then I softened my skin with a peach scented moisturizer. My future Master allowed me to wear a very light makeup: a black eye shadow, mascara and a bright red lipstick. The only clothes that he allowed me to wear were an old white T-shirt, a black mini skirt and thong. I did not have the right to wear underwears.

My future Master seemed to like my enormously big round tits bouncing with every step I took. I looked for a moment in the mirror. The tip of my breasts were pointing through the thin fabric of my shirt. I was excited and anxious. A part of me feared what would happen to me. I knew some thing he would do to me would hurt. I knew I would be punished: no matter the reason, even if I didn't know why, I deserved to be punished.
Too is spelled wrong and bee is spelled wrongs, it's to and be.
I new I had to be worthy too bee his slave!
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I was on time.

I stood before him, straight as an arrow, head bowed in humility, hands clasped in front of me shyly. My blond hair was thrown behind my back, so he could see my face, and I tried to control my breathing.

As ordered, I was silent, standing in the middle of the room while he was closing the blinds, locked the door and unpluged the phone.
He then stood before me and addressing me in a firm voice, he said:
Donjon is not a word.
-One we get started, you can't go back. Once I brought you to the donjon I specially made for this occasion, you will have given up your freedom and at the end of your initiation, you will belong only to me and nobody else. You understand?

- Yes Sir, I whispered, remembering I wasnt worthy yet co call him Master.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my shirt with both hands and tore it in two, exposing my breasts. I looked up at him apprehensively, but it was short-lived for with one half of my shirt, he blindfolded me. In the dark, my breathing quickened and goose bumps covered my body, hardening my nipples.

He the tore the rest of the clothes I was wearing and, standing behind me, he firmly grabbed me by the shoulders and led me to his dungeon. I abandonned myself totally to his control. I did not know what to expect, he had decided to keep the details of my initiation secret. My heart was beating faster and faster, I was anxious to become his.

I felt that I stopped at the threshold of a door, were emanated a gentle warmth. Despite my blindfold obstructing my vision, I could guess the glows of candlelights he had lit on. His breath caressed my neck when he said in a terribly haunting deep voice:

-It's the last chance you have to step back. One you have set foot in this dungeon, you willl undertake the ritual to be mine. As soon as your foot touches this floor, you will no longer be a free woman.

-I will not go back Sir, I repeated with a nervous voice. I want, I need to be yours.

The moment I finished speaking I received a hard and sudden push in the back. Surprised, I dove to the floor and falling heavily on my knees and hands, I let out a small squeal that made him laugh. Pathetic and ridiculous, not knowing what to expect, I remained at my place, that means being at his feet and on all fours, waiting for him to take me by the hair to guide me to a cage where he locked me before ordering me:

-You stay there, you do not talk, you do not move and you do not take off your blindfold.

I obeyed immediately, laying at the bottom of the cage he had installed specifically for the slut that I am, and I spoke no more. I heard him leave the room to get something in the refrigerator, then he returned to the dungeon.
Floor is spelled wrong it's is floor.
He opened the door and ordered me to get out, which I did. Bluntly, he made me lie on my back, on the cold florr, and cuffed my wrists and ankles with chains attached to the hooks screwed on the floor. Totally immobilised, I was totally helpless and submitted to it will.

My meaningless free life without a Master to serve was about to end and my new purpose was about to begin...

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Five hard spanks on the ass though I'm sure you made them all on purpose.

[jwdotson]

I found a total of 9 spelling mistakes as well as a few various grammatical errors.

[Slave Sophitia]

14 mistakes so far... My Master will be busy this week end, though he didn't set a time limit...

[Master Rayne]

Originally Posted by Fantage

Five hard spanks on the ass though I'm sure you made them all on purpose.

I'm sure she did some typos on purpose, but she still will be punished

She is also right: I didnt think of a time limit... So let's say the game will go on until next friday (not this friday, the next) I will add all the typos counts, by the time the time limit is reached, she will be done writing

I do think that she won't be able to sit down for a day or two: because so far, you counted 14 mistakes... that makes 14 slaps on EACH ass cheeks

I may let Tira have some fun too...