Feminized

 

After long and heavy "correspondence" between you, the day of your first meeting was slowly taking shape.

He had to smile involuntarily when he read the word correspondence, because her writing was already intense and the excitement and horniness sometimes almost dripped from the monitor while reading.

She wrote to him quite openly that she was already satisfied reading and writing the emails, so much did they capture his words, but also her own imagination.

He doesn't write this so explicitly, but on some days his Schanz was already dry at noon …….

The fantasies blazed like a midsummer bonfire.

They were still just fantasies and were far from being realized.

Many things, he thought, may sound nice, but they are not feasible.

Your dreams of a deviant slave girl that she has all to herself day and night or his dreams to be this slave girl and to be yours completely.

The whole world of pain and the agony of humiliation and dehumanization, which she designed in your imagination, sounded sugar-sweet in his ears, knowing full well that it will not be realized ......

Sequences like:

"I'll let you fuck off until you step into another spiritual world in pain and shame, just to evade the humiliation."

Read for him, sweeter than all fairy tales from 1001 nights.

Whether against the background that it would remain a nice wanking dream or perhaps out of the desire to belong to his mistress as well, he didn't want to think about it here and now, at least not in all the consequences that such an existence would bring.

The dream is always beautiful …….

But slowly he noticed that she was getting serious about a real meeting, and he himself longed for a meeting with her.

Well it took a while longer than expected to find a date and a place that suited both of them.

Here he might have become suspicious, because the choice of location is a bit tedious and cumbersome on her part, he researched some SM rental rooms in advance, but with every suggestion she had a relatively logical objection why it is not ...

Once the accessibility, then again the location or the equipment, there was always a reasonable (it seemed to him) objection to it.

Finally a suitable location was found and the meeting took shape.

Somehow he got queasy when he thought about the whole exchange of emails and hoped deeply that the expectations of her had not risen to unattainable heights.

Certainly he had a good deal of masochism in him, but he wasn't the miracle slave or the extreme masoch either.

He was also aware that if the mistress wanted to, she always managed to transform him from a human to a bundle of twitching flesh within minutes.

But he built that she certainly wouldn't do this because then she wouldn't have any more of it and it would also be dangerous for her, because if the injuries were serious, then the public prosecutor would take care of it without a complaint

With anxious thoughts and yet excited he drove to the meeting point, she had already written to him beforehand how she wanted to see him ---

He went in, undressed, put his clothes on the chair, blindfolded his eyes with the mask that was ready and tied himself with handcuffs and ankle cuffs.

When he closed the shackles, the thought flashed through his head that he was at her mercy now, because he had clipped the chain into the iron ring on the wall and if it didn't come now he had to stay here until you find him or he died of thirst ---

The excitement about the coming, however, quickly banished this brief thought from his head, because he also heard that the door opened and someone entered.

His body tensed in anticipation.

He heard noises but she could not assign them and with each sound his tension grew.

He heard a bag or suitcase being placed on the floor and the typical chirping when a zipper was opened.

Other sounds that suggested someone was getting dressed or undressed.

With every second his tension increased and his expectations grew immeasurably.

This situation increased more and more in his head and he already felt how he slowly slipped more and more into the intermediate world of devotion, lust and desire.

One last zipper was pulled and then it was quiet in the room.

He listened intently, but not a sound in his ear, he can only hear his own breathing.

The tension increased the longer it lasted.

Then a click of a heel on the floor, another and again ... it came closer to him from behind.

Then there was silence again.

He could almost believe the silence !!

When he thought that he had this thought, even though he was tied up, a smile crossed his face.