After corresponding for months with Her slave, from the fetish website, I had finally come to the point where I wanted to meet with them. My curiosity was outweighing my fears and I knew that I wanted…needed to take the next step in fulfilling the fantasies that had been consuming me in my dreams and in my waking hours since the first message he had sent me.
Her slave had properly introduced me to his Mistress D. a while ago though email and then though chat. We had had several intense discussions on what would be expected of me if a meeting would ever to take place. Due to my lack of experience, she had agreed to help train me in domming her slave and to also introduce me to serving her as my Mistress. Her slave was also anxious to help me in learning how to serve his Mistress, as he knew how much it would please her. He also knew that his Mistress having another play toy would incur him much favour in her eyes. His gentle coaxing had helped me to step past my fears and to embark on this journey.
It was agreed that I would come to Montreal for a weekend to see how we got along together in person. Her slave was to pick me up at the train station late on the Friday afternoon and help prepare me to attend to his Mistress, along with him.
Her slave had instructed me to pack lightly as he was taking care of all the arrangements as to my proper attire for his mistress. He had been excitedly emailing me for the past two weeks, giving me hints here and there as to what was in store for me.
I gathered my light overnight bag and boarded the train still wondering if this was what I wanted. During the long train journey I spent most of my time just gazing out the window. The gentleman sitting next to me had tried to engage me in conversation several times but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying and he finally gave up trying to talk to me. Every time my thoughts focused on what might happen this weekend, I could feel myself flush with anticipation and then my skin would shiver at the thought that I was really going through with this. Such mixed emotions, but I knew that I had to resolve this one way or another. The hours flew by and before I knew it they were making announcements of our impending arrival in Montreal. I quickly excused myself and went to the restroom and after toileting; I found my staring into the mirror. Lost in thought once again, the lurching of the train pulling into the station brought me back to reality. I quickly returned to my seat to gather my things to leave the train.
Walking up the long corridor towards the arrivals lounge, I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach but I forced my feet to keep going forward when all the wanted to do was turn and return to the departures area. As I walked into the lounge, my eyes timidly scanned the crowd of people to see if I could see Her slave. Feeling lost, I slowly turned from one way to the other when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I stopped and felt my heart skip a beat as a gentle voice said. “Marie, it’s Slave”. I turned to see his smiling face beaming at me. He leaned closer and gently spoke, “Marie, my mistress is expecting us to be ready for her by 8pm, we have much to prepare and need to hurry to prepare for her. Please follow me.”
We left the train station and drove the short distance to the apartment, which overlooked the river. During the drive, Her slave began to rattle off all the list of things we had to do before she arrived home. The plan for the evening was for Her slave and I dress in clothing to please Mistress and to serve Mistress D. a light dinner. Following that we were to relax and get to know one another more. I still wondered what the more would be, but could tell that Her slave was not at liberty to disclose what it would entail.
Entering the apartment was very reassuring. Simple and comfy but seemed to have a really warm atmosphere. Her slave led me down the hall giving me the grand tour and then stopped at a door that he said would be my room, if I wanted it. He opened the door and led me in. I gazed at the clothing laid out on the bed. It was a simple white frock—peasant styled with a low curving neckline but very sheer. Beside it lay a well-built leather bondage corset. Beside the corset lay a simple chain leash that split into two and had a fastener on each end. Her slave instructed me to shower and remove all makeup and perfumes and when I was finished to put on the sheer white dress, and then he would return to assist me with the corset. He left to attend to his own toileting in the room across the hall.
Seeing that it was almost 6pm, I quickly removed my clothes and stepped into the simple white bathroom and showered as fast as I could. Drying myself with the thick white towels, I could feel the excitement in my body but did not indulge myself with touching. I walked into the bedroom naked and was about to pick up the dress when I heard a light knock. Her slave asked if he could enter, I quickly let the white dress slip over my head and said yes. I turned to look and found Her slave dressed in black lace boy shorts that left nothing to the imagination. He had a narrow black leather collar around his neck with simple metal ring hanging at his throat.
“We must hurry, Marie, he said, time is running short”. He instructed me to lift my arms and face away from him. His arms reached up and the corset was dropped over my head and shoulders until it was around me. He pulled it snugly up under my breasts until my breasts rested into the half cups. “You may put your arms down now”, he gently spoke in barely above a whisper. I could begin to feel him cinch me in tighter and tighter and the weight of my breasts pulled the neckline of my dress lower. I could hear him asking if it was tight enough and nodded my head. Then, I felt him tightening it just a little more for good measure, to make it even snugger. He spoke saying, “Sorry, but I am only following my Mistress’s instructions”. He turned me around and looked at me. I could feel myself blushing as he saw that my nipples were straining the thin material. He smiled then spoke, “Don’t worry Marie, my mistress will like that”.
Taking me by the hand he led me out to the kitchen where he had already prepared a small feast of appetizers, for our light dinner.
“Sit here Marie, and I will instruct you on how we are going to please my Mistress tonight. Please read this”, he said as he handed me a sheet of paper. “I have to finish a few last minute things here.”
I read the sheet slowly trying to take in the do's and dont's. I was to only call her Mistress D., as I had not earned the right to call her Mistress yet. I was to keep my head bowed until she spoke directly to me, and then only then would I be allowed to raise my eyes. I would help Her slave by feeding his Mistress while he took care of everything else. I now realized why all of dinner preparations were finger food. If I preformed my duties well during dinner, I would be allowed to enter their bedroom and sleep at the foot of their bed. If Mistress D. were not pleased, I would be sleeping in the assigned bedroom and would be required again to serve breakfast to her until she was satisfied with my general serving abilities. If I did not attend to her satisfaction, after my second chance I would be returned to the train station directly after breakfast. This made me want to do so well at dinner.
My eyes nervously glanced up at the clock—it was fast approaching 7pm. Her slave looked pleased that he had everything ready in the kitchen. He led me by the hand to the dining room and asked me to help him set the table. My eyes saw the lower seats to each side of the elaborate chair at the head of the table. This dinner was all about pleasing Mistress D. and it was Her slave’s and my privilege to serve her. I was told that I would be sitting to her right and Her slave would be to the left as he would be back and forth.
Her slave stood admiring the table and announced that everything was ready and his Mistress would be arriving shortly. I was to go and remain in the assigned bedroom until he came to bring me to his Mistress to formally present me. As we walked down the hall, he reminded me of my duties as to hand-feeding his Mistress and to remember to pay attention to her wine glass. It was never to go below half full he warned me, or she would become very disappointed and possibly angry.
Entering the bedroom he instructed me to sit on the side of the bed. He picked up the leash and looked at me—I know knew what he meant by “formally presented”. Gently he lifted the ring from the half cup of the left side of the corset and attached the one lead and then he went to the right side and attached the other lead. Again my nipples reacted and quickly stiffened, showing through the thin material very prominently. As he gently set the leash in my lap and his hand brushed my thigh, I could feel the wetness beginning to spread across my inner thighs as my excitement overcame me. I could see Her slave was excited also, as my eyes could not help but see his erection stretching the lace of his boy shorts. We were both sluts, waiting to gain the favour of his Mistress: me, in serving her and Her slave in finding someone that would please his Mistress. This was only the first step in her approval process. I knew there would be many steps more to follow.
As I waited, my eyes stared at the seconds ticking down on the clock on the dresser. I knew that in less than half an hour I would be meeting her and my thoughts began to wander. My imagination began to take me farther than it ever had before and I did not realize that my hands were fondling the chain that lay in my lap. I began to lightly brush the palms of my hands across the thin material that covered my breasts and the excitement charged through my body making me aware of a total rush in my nervous system. As I realized that the time was near I hear a door open and then shut. My hands dropped to my lap again as I realized she was home. Shortly after that Her slave entered the room, smiled and said, “Marie, it’s time.” He retrieved the leash from my lap and gently tugged. I stood on my legs and took a deep breath. My body was sensitized to every sensation. I could feel the lushness of the carpet under my bare feet and the tug at my breasts as Her slave led me to his Mistress. He whispered softly, “Remember, eyes down.”
As we entered the dining room, I could tell she was already seated. Her slave tugged on my leash and motioned for me to turn for Mistress D.. He walked in a wide circle around me as my body slowly turned. It was then that I realized the thin material of the dress was stuck to the back of my thighs. I blushed heavily knowing that my excitement and anticipation was now exposed. She spoke her first words, “slave, get a towel for her chair, the slut is dripping already.” I stood in total humiliation, my head bowed, wondering what to do now. Her slave returned with a similar towel to the one I had used on my body and folded it many times to place upon the seat. Again, her voice, “Slave let the slut be seated”. He tugged on the chain and I padded softly to the protected seat, he gently placed his hands on my shoulders and I felt myself lowering down to below the normal seating level for dining. My heart raced as I waited for her first words to me.
Her voice met my ears, but it was not for me. “Slave you may begin now.”
His voice now, “Marie, pour the wine.” Not looking up, I gently lifted the bottle from the ice bucket and wrapped the cloth around the bottle; I poured barely a half-inch into Mistress D.’s glass. My eyes still lowered, she tasted and quietly said, “That’s fine.” I wondered if this was my clue to raise my eyes but I quickly realized I had not been addressed directly. Straining to keep my eyes averted I finished filling her glass and then filled Her slave’s and then mine last. I placed the bottle back into the ice bucket and took my place again.
Her slave then set an amazing tray of fresh succulent fruits and cheeses in the centre of the table, along with a generous bowl of fresh whipped cream.
Her voice again, “Marie, look at me”, she commanded, my heart leapt as I raised my eyes and gazed upon her for the first time. Her eyes were smiling as she nodded and then said, “Feed me, slut!” My hands trembled as I took a piece of melon and raised it to Mistress D.’s lips and they parted to gently accept my gift.
I knew then that I had passed the first stage of approval, and the feast was about to begin.