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anaturalsubmiss -> My first! (1/7/2013 8:15:44 PM)
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I just returned to my apt after having visited a very nice local couple who had the foresight to have a car swing by to pick me up to bring me to their place for my first interview. During the sometimes intense interview process, they were both very patient with me as I was scared and they weren't exactly what I was asking for. They made it feel sort of like a job interview - which - in a way - was what it was.
We agreed from the very start, even before I stepped into the vehicle, that if I was uncomfortable, that I could leave, and this is important to me as some here wrote ot me that I, as a slave, would have no rights to leave. Literally they left the front door ajar, as a symbolic gesture, during the entire two hours initial interview process.
Then, after the interview, where I sat on the carpet before them while they relaxed on the couch looking down upon me, they then had me stand up and bound my hands but not my feet. I found out why soon enough when I was declothed, and, shivering, they had the foresight for the lady to handle me at first. She removed everything I had on so deftly I was barely aware my clothes were falling away, as she kissed and caressed me as if I was already loved and cared for
The warmth of the fireplace was soothing to my bare skin, but I was a bit scared as he was there, somewhere I knew not blindfolded as I was, but I knew his presence was watching me. I was told to perform menial tasks, which were a bit hard to do while tethered, but which I hope I had performed well. I actually enjoyed not having to think, not having to care about where my next meal was coming from, not worrying if I was good enough - they told me I was doing just fine.
In the end, I agreed to spend the evening with them, in order to please them, which was not in the original plan. I serviced them both as best I could, as that was my role in this human drama. I enjoyed being "a good girl" and they used me more than once, but always brought me back to the bed where I slept with them both, together. I was scared when he took me away for a moment, but it was to trained me how to not look him in the eye, and to not cringe when he touched me, while she was sleeping. He didn't want to wake her.
I don't know if I pleased them enough, but I hope to get a second chance to try to be better if I had not. I won't be so naive to believe I already have an owner but I will say that being owned, even for a day, is a rewarding experience. Yet, now the reality is hitting me, as I must get ready for my real life to continue, as it was before. Maybe I'll be lucky to get another interview with them, or someone else, who is willing to take me in as theirs.
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