(Tags: Negotiation, The Calm Before the Storm)

The first time we spoke to each other was online. You read some of my writings about my home and the kind of retreat I host there. You contacted me first, curious, and I appreciated your initiative. You had all of the questions I expected - how long could you stay, what else would we do other than training, what are the house rules - and many questions I didn’t expect at all.

Our discussion lasted weeks, and the point I stressed throughout was that clear and frank communication now would lead to the best experience for both of us later. I asked you repeatedly to consider what your hard limits are, what you hoped to achieve, and what you needed to feel safe and secure. I recognized that you were putting an immense amount of trust in me, someone you had never met in person, to care for as well as control you, to use and abuse you, but also to be responsible for your safety and wellbeing.

I informed you in detail, tantalizing detail, what I intended to do to you. There would be sex, and I would have use of your mouth, ass, and pussy at my discretion. There would be pain, I would hurt you immensely, there would be challenging tasks, swift merciless correction, and just reward. I told you too about how I would hold you, kiss you, lie with you by the fire and caress you. I took your concerns and assuaged them as best as I could, noting your limits and fears. This and much more we discussed. My words were both negotiation and a tease, building your anticipation.

We discussed health and hygiene, and agreed to both getting STI tests and to abstain from any other partners until after your visit. We had multiple video chats, and we agreed upon the titles we would use, “Sir” and “slave”. I enjoyed the alliteration.

I asked you for your measurements.I wanted to have a few gifts waiting for you, some lingerie and special outfits that would please me to see you wear (and take off), and something you could take as a souvenir of your time with me.

We set a date that you would arrive, and a duration for your stay. We didn’t specifically plan on a return visit later, but left the possibility open for later discussion. I gave you a list of things to bring, simple items mostly, some specific items but not much. You wouldn’t need much. We picked a spot to meet, and I told you how to present yourself when I first picked you up. I gave you my address and contact info to leave with a friend for safety, and also agreed that you would regularly call that friend to check in during your stay.

After that our conversation became more playful. Teasing, flirting, some initial practice exercises I gave you. My excitement was building, as was yours. Every third message between us began with “I’m so excited to…” Though this was not my first time hosting a sub, the wait was excruciating nonetheless.

At last, the appointed day had arrived. I awoke, showered, dressed, and ate, entirely focused on the day ahead. You were arriving in the late morning, I had the address where to pick you up already in my phone. As I stepped into my truck that morning I knew both of us were in for an incredible adventure...