[Non-Fiction] My Slave and Me

[Master Rayne]

Please be nice with me, I am a french quebecer and though my englis is above-average, I may have forgotten a few typos..

Hello everyone!

My name is Rayne (an alias because I hate my real name) and in this post I will introduce myself to you and I'll tell you how I met my slave, Sophitia.

There is not much to Say about me: I'm not athletic type, but rather chubby. As a man, I feel it is my role to dominate and that is the role of women to shut up and obey.

I am very strict and I have a list of rules that my slave MUST submit to so she will not be punished. There is also a dress code to follow.

The Dress Code:

01-She has the right to wear dresses or skirts: pants, and shorts are prohibited: they are garments for men and women should be as feminine as possible.
02-At work, she should not wear cleavage: her private parts should only be seen by me and me alone.

03-At home, she can not wear clothes; she is obliged to wear her harness and a leather thong and a collar with an O ring. Light makeup is allowed.

04-No piercing is allowed, except for earrings.

05-in bed, dress code is as follows:
***** In summer, a g-string only.
***** In winter, a thong and her Y back tank top _ Y
*****
06-She must shave regularly, including private parts. I will not tolerate any hair: women should never have unwanted hair on her body.

Here are the rules that must be followed:

01-When I call, she has to drop what she is doing and come to me at once. When she comes to me, she must kneel before me.

02-She has to call me Master at all times, except public where she has permission to call me by my name.

03-she must perform all tasks assigned to her daily, according to the schedule that I have made for her.

04-When she finishes her tasks, she must respectfully ask me to inspect her work: if I am happy, she is entitled to a reward; if I'm not satisfied, she will receive punishment.

05-In addition to her duties, she has to prepare meals.

06-she must remain silent, and speak only when I speak to her, her head bowed in submission.

07-No matter what I asked, she must do so without question and without delay.

For disobedience, two punishments are possible, again depending on the severity of disobedience:

01-the disobedient slave is kneeling facing the corner of the room, handcuffed, blindfolded with a gag-ball in her mouth. she must remain in this position as long as I see fit.

02-The disobedient slave is blindfolded, keeps the gag-ball in her mouth, her wrists handcuffed behind her back with* butt plug up her ass. Leaning on the table, she gets spanked* with a paddle or whiped.
After receiving her punishment, she must thank me for disciplining her.

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I searched for a long time to find the gem. I subscribed to a dating site for my kind of person and I only had a few interesting answers before receiving a message from the woman who would become my slave.

Having a rather unattractive body*, it may seem inappropriate for me to* be selective, but like anyone, I'm not just attracted to any sort of persons.
I was looking for a platinum blonde with blue eyes, fair skinned (I'm not very attracted to tanned complexions), thin with big boobs (natural or implants, whatever, as long as the chest is well endowed and firm) shaved without tattoos, piercings and especially of a obedient nature.

My research remained unsuccessful for a month when one evening, returning from work, I turned on my computer and while I was browsing my email, discovered a message from a certain young lady who claimed interest in my ad. Having seen my picture on my personal profile, she said she wanted to meet me. The picture she sent me to her was simple, but was blatantly obvious: she had to be mine!

I was attracted by the bright color of her blue eyes, accented by a thin line of mascara, for her long blonde hair falling in cascades over her bare shoulders, with her ​​innocent smile and luscious red lips and her big round tits revealed to me as she was exposed in all her glorious nakedness. All the skin of her body was smooth and flawless.

'I read your ad, sir, and I would really like to meet you to see if I am worthy of being taken under your dominion,
signed. Isabelle '

I could not take my eyes off of her face and her perfect body. The more I looked the more I wanted her. I wanted more, the more I wanted to have her on my side, the harder I got. As I was lingering on her face, I realized she strongly resembled Sophitia Alexandra, a warrior from a fighting game named* Soulcalibur . This character had always attracted me for her history, her looks and her dress.

I hastened to send her a message giving her an appointment for the following evening. To see how sincere she was in her desire to belong to me, I asked her to wear a short blue , with straps tied around her neck with her high heels to match. I added that she should spend her 'interview' topless.

only five minutes passed between sending my answer and receiving her response that read:

'I will be there without fail and on your terms, sir.
Many thank you for agreeing to see me. '

Happy, I prepared for the next day.

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The next day, I finished preparing myself when the intercom rang. It was 6:00 pm and she presented herself at the rendezvous at the appointed time without a single second of delay . I pressed the button, allowing her to enter and about one minute later she knocked at my door. My heart was racing , but acting calm, I went to open the door.

As soon as we saw each other, we realized that we would spend the rest of our lives together. As I had asked her, she wore a long blue dress with plunging neckline and straps tied around her neck and she was putting on a pair of shoes with high heels to match. She wore light makeup, as in the photo she sent me, and she held in her hands a small bag, as all women wear.

'You can come in, I said in an authoritative tone, but smiling.

And she came in and I* closed the door, I took a turn around her to see well what was offered to me. Her long blond hair fell to her butt and she had left undone. I stroked the back of my* hand to her bare back to feel the softness of her skin, causing an outbreak of goose bumps that covered her body .

Even wearing high heels she was smaller than me, which was perfect for me. The more a woman is little more it is easy to dominate.

I stood in front of her and smiling shyly, she undid the buckle that tied the straps of her dress and they dropped limply. The dress, no longer restrained , slipped slowly down her body* on the floor, revealing her gorgeous body. Even if I had not given any instructions about it, she wore a black g-string a matching suspender belt and stockings fishnet. She took off her shoes and she took a step back, timidly joining hands behind her back.

I approached her a little more* and without saying a word, I put a hand on the side of her face and with my other hand, I began to caress her perfect body: a beautiful clear skin without moles or scars whatsoever, no embarrassing tattoos, no unwanted hair. Even though I had her in front of me for a few moments, I ventured to fondle her breasts to feel their weight and firmness. They were perfect, nice round and firm, with hard nipples. I gave her a little smile and I invited her to sit down.

-With your permission, sir, it would be more appropriate that you sit down and I stay in my place, that is, kneeling in front of you on the floor.
Her voice was soft , but the slight tremor that I heard from it betrayed some nervousness.

I sat on the sofa and she kneeled before me in seiza. ( For those who do not know what the seiza is , it is a kneeling position, feet tucked under the buttocks.)

to be continued...