Our First Meeting I

Author: slvnbndg
Title: Our First Meeting I
Date: 12 October 2007

Since I only know him as Sir and “Ben” from our months of chatting and fantasizing, I finally feel comfortable meeting with a man I know quite a bit about but it probably doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. But our schedules synch up after a few tries of not being able to visit. So I’m set for a weekend of pure bondage and servitude.

I am not going to get into what we look like since I prefer people to put in their own visuals in stories like this so that if and when it becomes one-handed reading, they are able to think of whomever they want and put themselves in my or my Mater’s position.

But some basic facts: I am 34, average everything and have spent some time but not nearly enough in bdsm. Sir is in his early 40s and strict as hell but also funny and kind and a wicked sense of humor. On to the story…

I am told not to cum for a week before we meet. During that week, we have a few conversations about what will happen when we do get together. Sir has also sent a few things ahead for me to use during and on my way to him. I am told to log on and we chat and he asks me to turn my camera on when the box arrives about two days before I am heading to his place. He confirms I have been good based on trust and I have not yet cum this week even though there were times I admittedly thought I wouldn’t make it. So I open the box and find a few things – nothing too surprising – just things I may not know the exact use for. The first thing, a padlock, I suspect I know where it will be placed. While the camera is on, he has me lock on my cb2000 with the padlock that only he has the keys to and will be unlocked (or perhaps not) when I arrive to his place and it will prevent any foul play of me using “his” cock (which is what I am instructed to call it) while awaiting our session. So we take care of that and his cock gets securely locked away from temptation.

Also in the box is a pair of rubber briefs. Nothing too elaborate – thick, black and looking like they will fit snugly. Also in the box are two diapers. One is normal looking – folded nicely awaiting to be put on when indicated. The other diaper however is in a big Ziploc bag. Unfolded but it doesn’t look like it has been used either. Master Ben indicates that the Ziploc bag will remain closed until I am getting ready to leave. I am dying to know what’s in there.

Last but not least, there was a sharpie marker in the box. I was instructed to write under my belly button while on camera “Property of Master Ben” and time and date it. I think it was mostly a mind fuck, but it made Sir’s cock struggle in the cb2000 as I did it. Then on one thigh in smaller letters, he made me write “shave me” with an arrow pointing to my pubes and another towards my ass. I could only guess what one of the things would be done that weekend!

So since we only have a couple days before our visit, he makes me put the diaper on and write the time and date. He tells me to stand still and he takes a picture of it on his computer so he can be sure I don’t try and replace it when off camera. Sir also shows me that he took the liberty to sign his name on the ass so it was impossible to get a new diaper. Sir’s cock twitches and throbs in its prison beneath the diaper. Then he instructs me to put on the rubber briefs. As he inspects the work, he lets me know it will be roughly 16 hours until the briefs and diaper come off (when we will chat online the next day). Sir tells me he doesn’t care how much waste is in them or if they leak, the absorbency should be able to handle it and the briefs should prevent any leaking. I immediately feel the extreme urge to piss because I no longer have control of my functions – just the way I like it. We finish up the conversation and log off and I am now worried about what time is too soon to begin soiling my new toilet.

I spend the night and next day enjoying my prison. I have pissed in it twice by 2 pm and it feels very heavy and soggy but I relish the feeling. Only 4 more hours until we chat again and perhaps I will be let out. By 4, I feel I can no longer wait to completely soil the diaper and decide a couple hours in that won’t be bad. I wasn’t wrong either. The feeling of my toilet bound to me because Master Ben controls my toilet use makes his cock throb and beg to be unlocked. I wait patiently in the soggy-ness and a little stench now hoping he will let me out since the smell will only get worse. If Master Ben had sent a pair of leggings with feet, I bet I would have been left in this situation longer!

6 pm rolls along and we sit and chat for about an hour of the experience before he even acknowledges the fact that I can go clean up. It was humiliating and erotic to sit there and chat like that. Master Ben gives me 15 minutes to clean after he inspects the diaper to make sure I hadn’t changed it on him. After I clean thoroughly, I return to the computer so he can make sure the writing on my pelvis and thigh isn’t gone. Once done, I am told to spend the remaining days in the rubber briefs and to not shower so that the stink and sweat will be bad and Master Ben could give me a proper cleaning when I arrive. Before we log off, he lets me know that the other diaper in the Ziploc will be worn under the briefs the minute I get up on the day we are meeting. He tells me he’s made sure I would enjoy them that day – the reason they are in a bag. I can’t wait to find out. He instructs me that I am to wear flip flops, a t shirt, and my white umbro soccer shorts. He knows they are see-through from a previous story I told him so he thinks it will make an interesting trip for me to have visible black briefs underneath should I have to stop for gas. My heart skips a beat in excitement and fear.

The morning arrives and I am happy to put on my fresh diaper. I peel off the rubber briefs and let his cock breathe a little before diapering up. It feels good but it is definitely starting to smell a little down there. I am sure Master Ben will make sure I am clean down there. I hope he’s a “gentle” shaver too. I retrieve the Ziploc bag and open it to get a whiff of cum. A VERY strong whiff. I open the diaper to find what looks to be at least a week’s worth of cum soaked in the diaper and even dried a little. Master Ben is making me sit in his cum all day. Sir’s asshole and cock twitch with excitement.

After diapered and putting the rubber briefs back on, I spend the day giddy with anticipation of meeting up with Sir. I finally get to 5 pm and jump in the car dressed as ordered. I was lucky to have gas in the car so I wouldn’t need to get out of the car (especially since my toilet was around my waist already) unless I stopped for something else.

Upon arrival, I was instructed to park on the street. I think that was intentional since he had a driveway – he just wanted me to walk in public in my state. Luckily it was dusk so while I was still completely visible, it wasn’t broad daylight. I passed one guy in my quick 100 ft walk and he didn’t seem to notice but I was positive he knew everything.

I walked in the door and took my flip flops off. There was a note on the door – go to the bathroom, put on the accessories on the toilet lid, kneel and wait. I found my way to the bathroom – it was pretty much the only room with a light on and the fan was running – I suspect to help me find it. I tried to look around a little for Master Ben but he was no where to be found.

In the bathroom I found a simple blindfold (what looked like a sleeping mask from the airlines) and a nice leather gag with a rubber cock and locking buckle. There was a post-it that said “lose the t shirt”. I took off the shirt, put the gag in place thinking it would be locked in place soon, and placed the blindfold on. I waited for what felt like about 10 minutes before a hand was placed on my shoulders. I was a little startled because the fan muted his footsteps down the hall.

“hello boy.”
“hullo Swiir” I mumbled through the tasty gag.