Besides the ridiculously hot temperature, the day could not have been more average. A morning commute into the city, a handful of meetings in different areas, a late lunch and then one late interview before checking into his hotel in order to get an early start on tomorrow. Since he was more than an hour early for the 5:30PM interview, he sat inside a nearby coffee shot and sipped a black, nitro cold brew while browsing on his laptop.
He’d recently fallen back into some of his old habits of chasing his kinks, only online for the most part, but the last few moments of people watching in the West Village had him thinking it was time to step up his game. It was the unbelievably sexy Woman in thick black hot pants on a 90-plus-degree day that drove him to post a personal ad on the Reddit BDSM channel. It was very plain, maybe even too boring he thought; but it covered the basics just in case there was someone looking for someone like him.
He refreshed a few time to make sure it was approved, and then realized the time – it was five minutes before he had a meeting with a candidate he’d hoped would fill an open role. He closed his laptop and looked around, since their last interview was Google Meets, he recognized that she was already there. They met, talked and had a very good, but very average interview. He left it telling her he’d be in touch.
He was about to stand up and walk out behind her, but then remembered the personal ad, and thought he’d just check to see if he had a bite. He was surprised to see the alert and chat bubble both had red notifications. He clicked the chat first. “I’m the Domme for whom you’re searching. If you’re serious, delete your ad and await further instructions.” At the very least, he was intrigued by the message, and he did as it said. Within a minute, there was another message. “I am happy you can follow orders. Now go to the St Mark’s Hotel and book a room. When you have the room number, send it to me and await further instructions – you have 30 minutes.”
He couldn’t believe it. Based on two messages and nothing else, he was running down Third Avenue, covered in sweat to what he knew was a dive hotel. Based on fewer than 50 words, not even as much as a picture, he was ready to do whatever was asked of him. He arrived at the hotel, and went up to the front desk. He was handed a key on a keychain with the number 216, the room for which he’d just paid $80. He got inside, sat on the bed and texted her with the room number.
“Good work boy! Now follow these next steps and you will meet your destiny. Take off your clothes, fold them and stack them at the foot of the bed. I assume you have some sort of bag, put all of your electronics and personal items inside of it, and leave it on top of the clothes. All of your belongings should be in a nice pile. You will clean your naked body in the sink and then find the corner furthest from the door, but leaving yourself clearly in view of someone were to look inside. You will kneel, facing the wall in a slave ‘present’ position – on your knees, head down, palms facing up. And leave the door unlocked.”
He read the lengthy message twice and followed the directions to the letter. At this point, he didn’t know with whom he was chatting, but he get he’d gone too far to turn back now. Just an hour ago, he was interviewing someone for a high-paying role as a marketing executive, and now he was on the floor of a cheap hotel, just hoping to not be robbed by the next person to walk into his unlocked hotel room.
He heard the knob turn and the door open, and then the lights went out.
“You’re able to follow direction,” the voice, clearly belonging to a woman said as she walked forward him. “Put your hands behind your back. I will be cuffing your wrists and ankles for my protection. I will also be recording everything.”
She set up a tripod and GoPro on the dresser and removed the two sets of steel cuffs from her black, leather shoulder bag. She put on the ankle cuffs first and ordered him to his feet. She put his wrists in front of him before cuffing them together, pushing her body against his in the process. He could feel that her body was covered in vegan leather as she rubbed against him – there was something about the synthetic material that drove him wild, and he could feel his cock responding.
“Back on your knees and face me boy,” she snapped. “You may look at your new owner now.”
Certain words were always triggers for him, and ‘owner’ was one of those words. On his knees, he was perfectly positioned at her mid section. She lifted her dress in order to show him what was underneath.
“My cock isn’t going to suck itself slut,” she said speaking more towards the camera than him. “I can tell you’ve done this before. You better get it good and wet before I fuck your ass.”
He had covered the large black cock with his slobber. It dripped onto the floor as she took a step towards the camera and shut it off. She stepped towards him and spoke in a very clear voice.
“This is not a play session; you are now fully owned by me – Mistress Trina,” she looked him dead in the eyes as she spoke. “I am not a Findom, I don’t want your money, I want your life. You are no longer a man of free will, you are a slave to me. Your life as you knew it before you met me is effectively over. This recording will be made public immediately, and sent directly to your family, friends and professional contacts. In fact, by this time, it has probably already been distributed as I passed your belongings to my business associate while you were in the corner on your knees. There is nothing you can do to stop this, you can only accept your fate.”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wbaxld/the_online_meeting_part_1_femdom_bdsm_real