It's a gripping semi-autobiography chronicling my transformative journey into submission from my former life as an escort. Delving deep into my experiences over the course of more than a year in a sub-dom relationship, I unveil the thrilling evoluti...
It was the tenth day of my submissive lifestyle. The initial days were all about learning rules, adapting to a new environment, and acclimating to a lifestyle I had only dreamed of. Despite the anticipation that had been building within me, I hadn't yet met my master during these 10 days. But tonight, he would finally be here.
I know what you're thinking. Ten days? That's quite a wait. What's even more interesting is that I hadn't had sex in two weeks. That's very unusual for me. I wasn't used to that, given my history in escorting where I frequently engaged in sexual activity, whether willingly or not. But the rules were strict. I couldn't engage sexually with anyone, not even myself, without his supervision or permission, and he didn't give me permission. So you can imagine how hungry I was during that wait.
As I was waiting for him, a mixture of nerves and excitement filled me. The thought of finally meeting him, getting fucked after long 10 days and exploring all the fantasies, sent a shiver down my spine. In these days of preparation, I had eagerly followed every instruction, every detail about what was expected of me.
But, as the moments ticked by, I found myself both anxious and eager for what the night would bring. The anticipation of finally being a slave; a real slave, of surrendering myself completely to his will, filled me with a sense of longing and desire.
I had spent the past days preparing myself mentally and physically for this moment, ensuring that I was ready to embrace my role as his submissive slave fully. And as I waited in the quiet of the night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me, knowing that soon my journey would truly begin.
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The door creaked open in the dead of night, a sliver of moonlight casting eerie shadows across the room.
I rose from the bed, the cool air caressing my naked skin as I moved to greet him. According to the rules of my submission, I was to be naked in his presence. I could only had jewelry around my neck and ankles, and a bindi in my forehead.
"How was your day, my Master?" I greeted him with a soft voice, my eyes lowered in reverence as I knelt before him with Anjali Mudra, my naked body is a canvas for his desires.
Let me tell you about Anjali Mudra. It's a symbol of submission and devotion. It's like when I pressed my palms together at heart center, I present myself as a willing vessel for his desires, embodying the essence of servitude and obedience. In this position, I am bound by the rules of our submissive dynamic, ready to fulfill his every command without hesitation or question. It is a gesture of surrender, a testament to my unwavering commitment to his will and pleasure. As I hold this pose, I am reminded of my place at his feet, ready to submit to his every whim and desire. It is a sacred posture, a physical manifestation of our power dynamic, and a symbol of the deep bond that exists between us.
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"Long and tiring," he said, his voice deep and full of authority. "But now that I'm back, it's time for your first blessings."
