Well I shall join the ranks of meeting my rt through the internet. I had been exploring BDSM for numerous years through the online communities and different sites. I had a vast amount of 'book' knowledge but zero real life know how. I had gotten to a point where I was craving to learn more.. to make it......... real.

I had at one time, made a grievious error with someone I had met online and had gone back to the site where I met him to try and find him to apologize. This had been years but he was still registered there. So I dropped into the room he had frequented to ask if anyone there new him. Well I got few responses but there were a couple men in the room talking about the NASCAR race (it was a Sunday night) so being the race nut that I am just jumped right into that conversation. One of them BigDaddyT... evidently took a look at my profile and made mention that we were only two hours apart. We talked a bit more that night and subsequent nights there after. Eventually it led to IM's.. phone calls then he asked one night if I'd like to meet for coffee cause he was comming to town for a race.... Well needless to say..... he never made it to the race.

He was very honorable that night. We did everything by the book. Met in a public place, people knew where I was, I had my cell phone, seperate cars, etc. After coffee he asked if I wanted to go listen to music in his truck and talk away from the noisy crowds. Without hesitation I said yes. Every sense was telling me it was ok... not one red flag.

Let me say here, that as we talked that night, it was all I could do to stay on my own side of the truck. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, 'this man could make you feel things you never dreamed'. But... I was good, and so was he. Later on though he confessed to wanting to drag me across that center console and taste me right then and there... I'm telling ya... this was stuff that movies were made of.

A week or so later he asked me to join him at the track for a race he was working but not driving. I very happily said yes. I met him the afternoon before at a hotel and that was when I knew what it felt like to be on my knees before one that absolutely had my totaly respect... I knew that this was who I wanted in my life to lead me down this new journey.

I won't bore you with the rest of the details but very appropriately I was collared at a race track at the last race of the season. That was over a year ago... our third season of racing will begin in March and I'm happier then I ever have been.

Master T's slave