Fifteen years ago, I was a successful fluffy lady with a business degree who worked in the retail industry. My office faced out over beautiful Lake Michigan and I could easily afford a nice loft a few blocks from work where I could practice and play out my BDSM fantasies. (Sorry skinny chicks, us fluffy girls can get the big jobs on our business talents alone!)
To me, shopping was a passion, a way of life and included the usual top mall stores: Macys, Hudsons, Nordstroms, and others. Wal-Mart was definitely not in my vocabulary.
My career was going great and I had a happy family to support me in whatever I wanted to do. But my luck finding Mr Master was going nowhere. I had plenty of opportunities to play the slave for men who just wanted a fat chick to hide in the apartment, fuck me when they wanted it and someone to keep the place clean. When what I really wanted to be was to be OWNED by one man who wanted all of me. To be loved by my Owner and to serve him in all areas of His life. I did not want to be his loving wife, I wanted to be His Property.
The winter I turned 31, I treated myself to a trip to Phoenix to party with some of my sorority sisters in the desert sun (while on the sly, look for a possible Master to keep me company and further my dreams of being a slave) Little did I know that it was there that I would actually meet my future Owner.
On my third night there, after a fun dinner around the fire pit and gossiping chatter with the girls, I slipped away to attend a local private BDSM event I had researched and got an invite to.
They had a wonderful hostess who volunteered to take me around to meet the various mentors of the group and to show me the ropes and chains!
At one point I ventured off to use the ladies room and when I was coming out I ran into and almost knocked over a tall, leather-clad man with some really deep steel blue eyes. Really steely blue eyes!
He actually was the one who apologized to me for not watching where he was walking and helped me get my composure before he went into the men’s room. But as we walked away from each other we locked eyes until we could not see each other.
Master-Sir and I were an instant item almost from the moment I bumped into Him. After he left my sight, I had a crazy urge to turn around and run into the mens room to sit at his feet. I could feel my face blush as I rejoined my guide and the tour.
After an hour of being led around, played with as I played with the equipment, not to mention meeting all the wonderful and fun people I had been introduced to, my man came to find me.
He asked my guide if He could butt in and take over the tour. My guide smiled a shit eating grin and humbly relinquished control. As we walked and talked, it seemed like everyone knew Him and wanted to stop us and say hello. Soon He asked me if I was in need of a change of scenery and maybe some food?
He confessed that he actually was on his way out before we met and was headed out to a Denny’s down the street. He was wondering did I want to join Him? I was thinking “Hell Yes!” Can I get naked, hand you my leash and walk with you? Oh wait, I don’t have a leash. or a collar or a Master….
He said his goodbyes to everyone before He walked me to my car, gave me directions and left to meet me at the restaurant.
From the moment we sat down, we started to talk like we were already Master/slave. He told me how he was looking for a full-time slave. No girlfriend, just a slave with no limits. One that would be trained to fit into His life. He was happy with His life as it was but thought a full-time slave would just add that cherry on top of it all. The slave would become His property and fit His life. Not hers.
He just described how His life would be with that slave, it was like he was reading my mind or my diary. What I wanted to be was an Owned slave was what He just told me He wanted to Own. Where I was important to Him but He was the man, the ruler and the Owner. I or she would be the prized Pet.
After an hour or so, His friends from the event showed up and took their places around us. The conversation was free flowing and very open about their fetish and how we looked like the perfect couple. Seriously? He was tall, thin and good looking. Me? I was fluffy and not tall and, well, not His type. I was sure of that.
When I needed to use the ladies room, he stopped me and told me that I had to ask His permission first. Everyone just oohhed and ahhed at His command and my sudden obedience. When He agreed to allow me to use the restroom, he told me I needed to go with another girl and I was to return with my panties off!
To Him, it was a natural thing to say out loud to anyone who could hear us talking. It wasn’t the whisper talk like so many others did in public. He was in charge and it was His command to me. I know I was blushing and smiling as I said my first “Yes Sir” to Him.
A man wanted a fluffy girl to take off her panties for Him?? What is wrong with this man??
Another lady in the group said she would be my escort to the ladies room and to make sure I obeyed.
In the bathroom, I asked and she opened up about the man I am wanting to serve. She told me He was real, serious and if I were to go any further, I better be ready to be a slave in His life. That he is a serious Dom looking for a slave. Not a girlfriend or a plaything, but a slave to own. She has played with Him and knows he is serious. She also knows he is not a psychopath or anything like that. He has His own business and was well respected by one and all.
Then she added the final nail in my coffin as a vanilla. You will be a true slave. He does and will have women in His life who are not a slave. To Him, a slave is one thing, a woman is another. No jealousy. “Think about it!”
I did. I could not believe that I still wanted it and would deal with the woman issue later. At that, she reminded me I better remember to take off my panties before we return from the bathroom if I am serious and want to go further.
It just seemed right to reach down and slide my panties off if that’s what my Master wants. Wading them up to hand them to him. I was blushing at what it must have looked like. But I liked what I was feeling.
When it was time to leave, everyone agreed to meet up at His house. I was not part of that conversation but he told me I was riding with Him. Already assuming i was His. What a smart man.
Outside, as I was getting into His truck, He told me slaves ride nude. My jaw dropped. Right there in front of this man and a set of beaming car lights from his friend’s automobiles and within clear view of the restaurant. He wanted me to get naked? I paused, smiled and simply removed my clothing there in the parking lot while the other lady friend grabbed my clothes and told me she would take them to the house. Then smiled at me and we all left.
Ok, so how many “First date” rules have I broken because this man was just so yummy?? Who cares…
At the house, His friends all gathered in the main room while he told me where to find the bathroom I was to use. (slaves do not use the main bathroom but the one in the garage) and where the drinks and snacks were. I was there to serve them all drinks, snacks and to be the maid. I loved it!
Here I was in a strange town, with strangers who seemed to want to be my friends and I got to act out a real slave scenario with a man who had a firm grip on reality? I was all in!
Nobody made fun of my fat body, saggy tits or wide ass or my weight. They loved me for me and my desire to serve them, serve Him. They talked around me, never really to me except to ask questions he did not answer.
He told me to sit on the floor beside Him when not doing my duties. And when the time came, they all wanted to see the new slave masturbate. It wasn’t a question, He simply looked me in the eyes and told me He wanted me to masturbate for them.
Oh, how he was tapping into my love of humiliation and exhibition!
I reluctantly went to the center of the room, in front of the Tv, looked at my new Master and he smiled. I put my fingers to my pussy to find I was so very wet even before I even started. My body was already there. The mind was soon to follow.
Soon the room disappeared and the images of serving this man as His very Own naked slave filled my head. I could hear them talking, but it was all good, positive stuff about the slave. They were talking to Him, talking about me, not to me. I was just their chosen entertainment.
I was soon rolling my eyes and getting shaky and moaning loudly as I hit the peak and began to cum like I never came before and louder than ever!! Ohmygod! I was drained, smiling and wanting to do it again. But He told me to stay there while he covered me with a blanket.
His friends all said their goodbyes to him and congratulated him on the new girl.
After they left, he came back to me and helped me come back to reality. I thanked Him and he said to do it right. Kiss his feet. I did. That was the first time he told me those magical words that make me happy every time I hear them. “Good Girl”
After I was able to stand, or at least crawl around on all fours like he likes, he walked around the house showing me how He liked things where everything was and how He expects things to be if i were to spend the night there. Coffee, cups, milk, treats, etc. The bathroom to be laid out with His razor, cream, and other toiletries.
Needless to say, I stayed. I actually spent the rest of my vacation there. Never wanting to leave. I was kept naked except when we went shopping or to run errands. Some nights I slept in His bed, other nights I slept on the floor with just a blanket and a small pillow.
Every morning started with a blow job and then I was sent off to make His breakfast. I sat on the floor as He fed me His scraps. I don’t remember if I ever sat on the furniture. i doubt if I did. I don’t know.
Some nights He would masturbate over my tits while all I could do is watch. I was ordered to masturbate in front of Him in the living room with various toys. He did this to show me He was in charge of my sexual pleasures. Other nights it was just TV then sleep. He never fucked me.
At the end of the week, I had to return to my normal life. It’s where I lived. But I knew where I wanted to live. We had a teary-eyed goodbye at the airport that followed with many text messages, emails and hours-long phone calls.
Thirty days later I had quit my fancy job, sold most of my belongings and moved to Phoenix to live in my new Owners house. My family thought I was nuts, they thought I was being drugged or just went off the deep end.
Maybe I had, but I know I have never regretted a day sitting at the feet of my Owner. I certainly have never been happier, thats for sure.