Kiriel
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 9, 2003
- Posts
- 173
The airport was particularly busy this day, various people milling about, calling to friends and awaiting arrivals. I stood alone, apart from the throng of people who had recently departed from the flight, blue-gray eyes surveying the area for one specific man. Little butterflies of nerves rose in my stomach, anxious for this, the first encounter with the man who now possessed almost my entire being. My master.
Few would understand what I was here, because generally I am a very confident and headstrong person- I never wanted to listen to anyone unless I saw in it benefit for myself, or a way to somehow control the situation subtly. However, when someone had sent me a story about bondage... I found myself fascinated with it, and with a strange desired to be dominated, to serve at the whim of another.
I had met one man over a chat site, and had been drawn into this world by him, online until the early hours of the morning talking to him, cybering with him, obeying him. At first, it was only an online relationship, but soon it became an all encompassing need to meet him, to give myself to him. And so I found myself here, waiting for him nervously.
Attired in a tight form fitting shirt and long pants, I appeared to be a perfectly modest young woman of 19 years of age, long ebony tresses bound back and away from my pale face, courtesy of my Irish heritage. Underneath there was only a tiny shred of lace holding my firm breasts in place, and a thong I had been instructed to wear.
Leaning against one of the pillars I scanned the open area once more, closing my long fingers around the handle of my suitcase. On my ring finger was a band of silver with a marking on the outside, and letters on the inside, a piece of jewlery He had instructed me to buy as proof of my slave status, a silent reminder to me of my place.
((OOC: This was something different I wanted to try. The only person necessary for this is a male master, and it's an open position for now. Post here or PM me if you're interested in the position.))
Few would understand what I was here, because generally I am a very confident and headstrong person- I never wanted to listen to anyone unless I saw in it benefit for myself, or a way to somehow control the situation subtly. However, when someone had sent me a story about bondage... I found myself fascinated with it, and with a strange desired to be dominated, to serve at the whim of another.
I had met one man over a chat site, and had been drawn into this world by him, online until the early hours of the morning talking to him, cybering with him, obeying him. At first, it was only an online relationship, but soon it became an all encompassing need to meet him, to give myself to him. And so I found myself here, waiting for him nervously.
Attired in a tight form fitting shirt and long pants, I appeared to be a perfectly modest young woman of 19 years of age, long ebony tresses bound back and away from my pale face, courtesy of my Irish heritage. Underneath there was only a tiny shred of lace holding my firm breasts in place, and a thong I had been instructed to wear.
Leaning against one of the pillars I scanned the open area once more, closing my long fingers around the handle of my suitcase. On my ring finger was a band of silver with a marking on the outside, and letters on the inside, a piece of jewlery He had instructed me to buy as proof of my slave status, a silent reminder to me of my place.
((OOC: This was something different I wanted to try. The only person necessary for this is a male master, and it's an open position for now. Post here or PM me if you're interested in the position.))