Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2018 22:35:09 -0400
From: Olympic Olympic <olympic791@yahoo.com>
Subject: Secondlife (Part 1). ? TG/Authoritarian

He paced restlessly across the room of his small downtown office. He had
just sent an email confirming that he had complied with his orders and it
was time for him to take his next big step in life. He wasn't sure if that
was such a good idea. He tried to go to his sent box and recall the
message. His attempts had been futile. He had scoured throw half a dozen
search results to find a way to recall that message. He cursed and buried
himself into his chair and waited for time to pass.

He hit refresh and he saw a reply. His heart stopped for a minute. He
nervously clicked on the unread email. The response was simple. "You will
be picked up at 1800hrs. You will wear nothing but a black thong,
stockings, garter belt to hold them up, a black underwire bra, your dress
slacks and your shirt. A limo will pick you up and drive you to me. Do not
keep the driver waiting. He will be reporting to me everything. So, you
better wait his arrival if you're serious."

Reading that a second and a third time, he wondered if he wanted to go
through this or if he should pull back. He even typed a response
apologizing. But then he realized, he had wired his life savings. He had no
where to go. He had to go with this. He checked the time. He had a half
hour. The room suddenly seemed to get hotter than it was. He quickly
stripped. Pulled out the lingerie from his desk draw and put them
on. Nervously he slipped his slacks and shirt on. Made his way to the
washroom to see if anything was visible. He wore a white shirt and felt the
outline of the bra was visible and wondered what he could do. He looked at
his watch, it was 5.50. Ten minutes and he did not want to be late. He
hurriedly, locked his phone, car keys and wallet and other belongings on
his desk draw and packed downward. He took the elevator and was glad no one
was riding with him. It was Friday and most people worked from home. He
nervously walked through the lobby and stopped at the front of the door. He
could see a black limo pull-up.

The driver got out, walked around the car. Fully dressed in form fitting
formals, aviator glasses and a cap and the outfit completed with 3inch
boots. His eyes were left stuck staring at her feet as she moved to open
the door and quickly glanced at him ushering him to get in. As he neared,
she whispered, "welcome slut". You may address me as Ma'am. Once you enter,
there's a bag on the seat. Open it, follow the instructions and do as it
says. He felt dizzy and tried to muster courage to speak, but words fail to
come. She cleared her throat and he snapped back and stammered a quick, yes
Ma'am. As he sat, the door closed and he his world went dark. He declined
back and hear the car start to move as a dim light appeared. He found the
bag next to him that he opened. He put his hand in to find a letter. He
pulled it out and tried to read. It was a typed note.

Good evening Slut,

I am glad that you made this choice. It's not an easy transition, but you
know that you were born for it. I trust that you've followed your
instructions. In the bag you'll find a gag, a hood a pair of 5inch red
heels and cuffs. The ride to my place will take about an hour. You will now
remove your shirt and pant. Assuming that you followed orders, you'll be at
my presence as I like to see you. You will be punished if you have not
followed my instructions.

You'll drink the bottle of water in the next half hour. In the remaining
half, you'll wear the heels and lock them with the padlocks in the bag,
wear the gag followed by the hood and then lastly apply the cuffs on your
wrists and lock them in front of you. Once they click in place, you'll sit
back and let me take control.

~M

He put the paper down, drank some water and perused the contents of the
bag. He closed his eyes thinking about what he had gotten himself
into. There was no going back at this point. His fate had been sealed and
he hoped he could plead with her in person. He fell asleep for a bit and
jolted to life when a voice crackled, 30mins left. He quickly, pulled out
the heels; a red pair of 5inch stilletoe heels with a strap that had a
small lock. He wore them and they felt comfortable. Locking them in place,
he moved on to lock the gag followed by one of the metal shackles before
pulling the hood over. His world plunged into darkness. He then fumbled to
find the other end of the shackles and with a final clock pressed them shut
against his other wrist. He could feel the weight if his wrists as he
placed them on his lap and lounged back thinking of what was to come. One
silent moment and he could hear music in his ears. The hood had in-built
speakers. They canceled every noise around him and for the first time he
heard a husky voice. "Welcome to my dominion my pet". You will do
everything I say, and when I say it. You will be conditioned, hypnotized
and trained to obey my every command. Through past communication, she had
already placed triggers in his mind to respond to her commands.

In a gentle but stern voice she commanded. Close your eyes and visualize
the most beautiful cock in your mind. It's nice and big cock, it is so
thick that it fills your palm. It's pulsing in your hands and you can feel
the heat against your face. You want to worship this cock. The trigger she
had placed, was the word cock. She had hypnotized him to salivate when she
used the word and it was having the desired effect. Bound, hooded and
gagged, he was drooling all over himself.  He was getting aroused and
hard. He wished that this would all stop and part of him wanted her to do
more if this to him in person and treat him to that beautiful vision in
reality. Just as his mind swirled in this thought of servicing that big
cock, he felt his hand being touched. He could feel his hands being pulled
towards the direction of the door. As he followed the lead and tentatively
turned to step out, his hands cane apart as he fumbled to his feet. Now
being helped to stand tall, his hands were swiftly locked behind his back.

He felt a nip in the air as he pushed forward and he fumbled to move in his
heels. He realized that it must be the driver as he was lead up a bunch of
stairs before being taken through a long corridor. He was brought to a
halt. His legs were being kicked part and he tried not to trip as he moved
them as far as they would go. His shackles were removed and he was
commanded in a stern voice by a coarse voice to put his hands behind his
neck. He took some time to comply and was met with a stinging pain across
his ass. He could feel his nakedness. He waited in silence in what felt
like eternity.

He could hear the click of heels along the floor. The sound growing and
getting closer to him. The sound stopped as he felt someone right behind
him. He shivered and stumbled forward as he felt cold hands across his
bottom. The person behind him was squeezing his ass and gave a gentle swat
on both cheeks. Nice ass. She will make for a good slut. The voice
commented. The hood was removed and he tried to adjust his eyes to the
surroundings. He stood in the well of a large dome shape building that have
even been a castle. Big circular stairwells on both ends of the room
spiraled upwards. He felt a firm grip on his hair as his head was
lowered. Always keep your head still, looking forward and your eyes
downcast, she chided. Good that you followed orders.

Two days back, he had received an email from his online Mistress. The
instructions were brief and clear. She had ordered him to go to an address
she had provided him. It was to a Victoria's Secret outlet across town. She
had asked him go the following day around lunch. She had written, "you will
ask for Alyssa. If you don't see her at the desk, ask for her and tell her
you have been sent by M. If she asks you what you're looking for, you'll
tell her, I'm here to be transformed by you into the slut that is worthy of
serving my Mistress."

To be continued..

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