[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