Finding Master

Part One

We met online, as so many people do these days. It was an adult social site, and it was where I defined my online persona and let myself cut loose finally from hiding my sexual preferences. It amazed me that there were so many men looking for a woman like me, but I was also stunned to find as I spoke with many of them that they had no clue how to correctly handle me. The man named Wolf, with the long dark hair, full beard, and bright jade green eyes knew just the right way to deal with me, fascinating me from the start though I resisted him for a year. During that year, there had been several men who had tried to convince me to see them and allow them to have their way, but none of them had ever panned out; most had not ever come near me since they lived some distances from me. Just one had made it to me, and although he was a very sweet man, we had different priorities, different preferences; and we had gone our separate ways after several months of dating.

That was when Wolf had come back into my life like a freight train. He had finally decided to push for what he wanted, had finally realized what approach he needed to take to get me into his arms, his restraints, his bed. Wolf talked to me every day when he found my profile page on the second site, after losing track of me for the few months I had been dating the man who’d made it to see me. He told me he’d never given up on having me as his woman, his playmate and play toy, the one woman he wanted above all others. He used his ability to weave visual images with his words to seduce my mind, giving me story outlines as he knew I wrote short adult stories. He spent hours talking with me, exciting my mind and body until I knew that we absolutely had to meet in real time.

We finally set a day and approximate time for him to come to my home for us to meet.