A meeting of Minds

We agreed to meet in a local bar, we had arranged to meet at 2pm, I arrived at 1.40pm, and He was already waiting.

That was a good sign I felt.

I was so nervous, I felt physically sick. I was still doubting my need to have a new Master.

We had talked, and talked, and talked.

But there was still something - not sure what it was, loyalty to my previous Master I guess.

Anyway, He had ordered me a drink, a glass of wine, He watched me have a drink the night before, on the web cam. It was waiting, another good sign.

We chatted for a while, and He was lovely!!!!

I felt comfortable, safe, and I genuinely liked Him.

We had agreed that if I was happy, we would move onto a local hotel. He had booked a room.

We left the bar after about 45 minutes.

As we waited for the lift He stroked my shoulder and my arm, He was lovely, and He had the most beautiful voice.

I have always been attrached by accents, and a soft Irish brogue is a killer - another good sign.

We entered the hotel room, and I followed the instructions He had given me the day before.

Then followed a perfect afternoon of exploration and discovery.

Of testing and investigating.

Of pain and pleasure.

Of giving and taking.

Of dominance and submission.

He had me, I knew then!!!

Lock me up and throw away the key!!!

His completely.

All I needed was to know He wanted me.

We had agreed that we would talk the following morning.

and we did.

He offered me what I wanted, what my previous master couldn't.

and I offered Him what He wanted.

Me - absolutely, completely, entirely.

Totally.

His.