briefs
chicago morning
chicago morning
The god-awful flight finally touched down. I grabbed my bags and headed to the curb to finally meet my possible Master.
When we found each other, I loaded into his van. We shook hands and headed to the highway. Sir is a great-looking guy. He has a great smile, which I knew from his laugh on the phone, the way he would laugh. It wasn’t too long before he patted me on the knee. I really like that. It showed that he was comfortable with me, and it was a good way to break the ice. I also liked it because it showed his dominant side. Shortly, I was going to learn more.
Sir stopped at a truck stop over the freeway that led into Chicago. I thought this was when Sir was going to use the Strip Command. But no, he had me get into the back of his van. Then he followed. Then the command came. I hurried to take off my boots. Boots he had ordered me to wear for the flight. Then he stopped me. He had me lie on the floor on my back. He put duct tape over my eyes and started something that would freak most guys out. He pulled my pants down and secured my cock and balls with handcuffs. He then rolled me over, cuffing my hands behind my back with another set of cuffs. Then, Sir thumb-cuffed my thumbs, further confining me.
My feet were secured with rope, and the rope was tied around my waist. My feet were brought up, and I was in a loose hog tie. He gagged me with several wraps of duct tape, then used leather straps to further bind my legs. Then other straps were used to secure me to the floor. Patting me on the back, Sir climbed back into the driver’s seat. Starting his van, Sir put it into gear, and we headed out of the truck stop and onto the freeway. I really had no idea where we were going as I was blind, gagged and helpless in the back of the van.
I had been in Chicago for less than 30 minutes, and I was bound and gagged in someone I never met's van. Heading to who knows where, I was showing Sir trust. And this is why so many so-called boys never find a Master: they don’t provide trust. Sir showed me respect by asking if anything was too tight or if it was hurting me. That shows that my trust is justified.
I felt every bump and turn. I had no control of the situation I was in. None. But I was enjoying that.
We stopped after what seemed like 15 minutes or so, at least, that is what it seemed to me. Sir climbed in back and let me out of the bondage. Sitting up and looking out he windows, I realized we were at a park. Since it was very early in a Feb. morning, there wasn’t anyone around. We went for a walk on a wooded path.
I thanked Sir for the first taste of kidnapping. He enjoyed it himself. As we turned to head back to the van, the Strip Command came again. I started right away, in the middle of this park! I just did it. I thought he would stop me, but he didn’t and in just about a minute, I was naked and at attention in the woods by command of this future Master.
He ordered me to do 10 push-ups, which I haven’t done in 30 years, and to kiss his boots as I went down. My mind blurred; it was happening so fast. I started the push-up, and then he had me thank him for letting me train with him. I was indeed very happy to be in Chicago, but naked in a park? I don’t know how many push-ups I did, no more than five. He had me stop and get dressed. As I hurried, he kept walking ahead of me. I ran to catch up.
Sir isn’t shy! I trusted his judgment totally and showed that by stripping nude in 35-degree temperatures. Surprisingly, I followed through. I'm not sure why I did this or what is happening. I want to please this guy. Have I dreamed of being a slave for so long that I can now act the part without thought? Am I pleasing Sir because he acts like the Master I want to serve?
We drove from the park after I was allowed to get dressed. In moments, we were inside his home, in the living room. And, as I expected, the Strip Command came again. This time was under 60 seconds. Standing at attention, he examined me.
Sir noted that he could really do something with my body to create a boy he’d be proud of. I think that he saw potential.
Sir asked for the journal that I was instructed to start writing when we started talking online and over the phone. I had the journal separate from my luggage, as he had asked me to remove it before entering his home.
After presenting it to him, he taped my eyes again. He led me to the bedroom. And before long I was secured spread-eagled, then gagged with duct tape. In the van, he learned that my feet were ticklish. He told me that every time he tickled them, I was to move them forward, so he’d have easier access. He started to tickle me all over; I sensed he enjoyed my struggle. He reached my feet; I moved them forward. He liked that I remembered. He left me alone for a while.
When he returned, he read some passages from my journal. He was very impressed. He called me by my given name, and I really liked that. I knew he was pleased. He then lay on top of me. His warm, strong body next to mine. He hugged me, tickled me and used his mouth to toy with my ear. How I wanted to return the affection, but I couldn’t; I was in bondage. I snuggled my face into his body. It was great. How helpless I felt. He started the tickle assault on my entire body. Then he added suction cups on my tits and left.
He returned to lie upon me again to toy with me. To let me know he'd know all about me by the time I left, that I would be taken apart and rebuilt to his specification. I loved being in his control. This is where I wanted to be.
He left again. Returned and tickled me some more. Then there was the buzz of clippers. My crotch hair was removed, then he worked his way up my body. Before I knew it, I was shaved neck to toe. I hadn’t expected this much shaving; I'd never been shaved clean! He released my arms; he climbed upon me naked. Finally, I could hug him. The cold chains around my wrists lay across his back. He joked about it, so I gathered the chains in my hand. He showed me how more sensitive my body was without the hair. I also felt more naked.
He rolled me over, tied me down and shaved my backside and ass. He laid upon this hairless body, his naked body against mine. His dick lay in the crack of my ass. He hugged me, tickled me. This time was getting really good. Then the clippers started on my head. This was a total surprise! I thought he was going to trim it, but it was all coming off. I think he thought I was getting mad or scared about shaving my head. He told me to have fun and trust him. I wasn’t mad; it was just totally unexpected. I took a few minutes to get over the shock and figure out how to explain it. And I would like to think that if he knew I was totally pissed off, he’d stop. I wasn’t pissed off; I was, for the first time, dealing with someone who truly could be my Master. He was affectionate, but also controlling.
Eventually he brought out the shaving cream and shaved my head. I hoped to eventually see the digital pictures he took. When he was done, he hugged me and let me go. Time was running out, for Sir had to get to work. So I was released and led to the bathtub, where I shaved myself, and Sir did my backside--where i couldn’t reach. I showered quickly, then he gave me my assignments for the day as he chained my feet.
So now I sit on the floor, naked and shaved, feeling like a true slave. Only socks on my feet. I have straightened the bedroom, cleaned the bathroom and hung the towels. Today has been quite the adventure, and it is just now noon.
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