Becoming Cherie Chapter 1

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Just a calm ordinary day, waking up in what seems to be the world’s hardest bed to the sun bursting through the blinds right into my eyes. With a sigh, I recent ally got out of bed. Normally being woke up to early didn’t bother me, but in the middle of a sex dream, is what just pissed me off. Obviously Mother Nature didn’t realize that it had been eight months since I have felt the hardness of a man inside me. I slipped on my flip flops, walked to the bathroom, did my morning routine: brushed my teeth, my hair, washed my face, and did my make up. 2

Seeing how I didn’t know anyone, the first thing I did was head towards the laptop, and I usually spent most of my day there. The night before I had posted an Add on Craigslist on the personals, I thought what the hell worse thing that could happen is I could fall in love or have a one night stand… at this point in time I didn’t care which one happened. I could feel a depression creeping apoun my sun. Scrolling through the spam, chain letters sent by distant friends (the only communication, I had with them) there it was a response from my add, but I know better I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. Usually only people on here looking are the fat trailer trash, or the really skinny dorks with the thick glasses. Don’t get me wrong I’m no Paris Hilton (nor do I wish to be) but I do have standards… I’m no desperate ex housewife. After reading his short yet, sweet and nice email I scrolled to the bottom to view his picture. Now here was the hardest part… where my dreams usually get crushed, but to my surprise I starred at a picture of a man who I was extremely attracted to and so eagerly wanted to know, meet, and for some reason I just knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him3

I wrote him back, told him a little about me. Emails exchanged, and then we started texting for a few days. Well one night waiting on yahoo for my new “Friend” Nick, earlier I had searched the web for little cute MySpace graphics (yes I am a myspacer!} I saw this cute little graphic with a woman’s hand in handcuffs and that said “Lets Play” You really can’t go wrong with handcuffs, everyone needs a pair in my opinion. I had made this sexy picture my yahoo icon. Then a few minutes my “Friend” came on. We exchanged the common sentences “Hi, how you” “How was your day” “Anything exciting”. You know all the small talk you can’t wait to get over with and into the light naughty talk and you so hope to read and type back. But instead the following conversation took place4

Nick: Interesting Avatar5

Me: yeah lol6

Nick: You like to be hand cuffed or you just messing around?7

Me: Oh I do like hand cuffs lol8

Nick: I have a couple pairs. 9

*Now at this point, I like him twice as much*10

Nick: So… can I be forward and ask what else you like besides handcuffs?11

Me: lots of things lol.. what about you?12

Nick. Lots of things? If you be vague so will I 13

Me: Lmao14

Nick: You like being tied up?15

*For a second I paused, I wanted to be honest but would it scare him off?*16

Me: Why yes I do17

Nick: Are you submissive?18

Me: Very19

*I had no clue where this conversation was going to lead, and no idea that one picture would spark such an interesting conversation*20

Nick: Do you know what M/S is?21

Me: No?22

Nick: never mind.. kind of risqué to talk about23

Me: well tell me… I’m curious 24

Nick: Master/Slave stuff25

Me: Oh yeah.. what about it 26

* This is where my life changed*27

Nick: First off theres subs or submissives then doms/domes for lighter stuff. A dom and sub can meet up and just enjoy power play for awhile then carry on a normal life. Masters and slaves are a bit more intense, nothing scary but slaves are owned where subs aren’t28

*I knew what he was talking about BDSM, I was part shocked but yet intrigued. Bondage as always been a fetish of mine but never talked to anyone about something so private and intense*29

Me: the master slave thing sounds sexy30

Nick: There’s a lot that goes into being owned.. you divert your life to your master31

Me: What else I want to know more32

Nick: Well, slaves are given names, a true name sometimes masters take names but the name is a label for the mask you wear. Lets say your name is Cherie, it means darling in French, if I address you as Cherie then you know that you will love and obey my presence and control on your life. Sometimes this relationship is built out of lust most of the time it’s built on love and trust, rarely its even built on business.. though I don’t agree with that part.33

Me: Hmm34

Nick: What do you think?35

Me: Sounds hot36

*I mean come on now.. what else am I to say to that LOL*37

Nick: Are you capable of following orders? Resistance gets you punished, so if you want a little punishment its fine, but if you find yourself doubting your master when you are given safe easy orders then you may have too much of a problem surrending control.38

Me: I can follow orders. And have no problem surrending control. Hell I was a housewife for almost three years.39

From that conversation is where my new life began. The first night I was given an order, from my soon to be Master.40

Master: I want you to take a shower tonight.. bring your toy and zip lock bag. I want you run the water and fuck yourself to orgasm before you get in, then place the dildo in the bag and seal it. You are not allowed to use it again until you see me. Then get in the shower and play with your clit while you get clean. You can orgasm as mean times as you want like that but you are not allowed to put your fingers in. After you are done, get dressed for the night, call me and describe how it feels surrendering to my command41

Me: Yes Master42

Master: Bye pet43

Me: Bye Master44

I did was I was told. I grabbed my 8 inch very thick pink dildo and fucked my tight wet pussy till I had the orgasm of my life. The thought of just doing something because this very controlling man told me almost made me squirt. After our phone call, I was told to find something to bind my feet by and I was to sleep like that all night45

I went to bed with a new look on life and fresh smile on my face. I knew, it was just going to get better from here on out. 46