Meeting Master

As I stood before him, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The figure was imposing, with a commanding presence that seemed to draw me in. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, and I knew that I was in the presence of someone who held power over me. "Welcome, cock slut," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I've been waiting for you." I felt a surge of desire at his words, mixed with a dash of fear. Who was this man, and what did he want from me? But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that made me feel... at ease. He was my Master, and he was here to teach me how to serve. Master's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt myself becoming transparent, open to his gaze. He took a step closer to me, his movements fluid and confident. "You are a cock slut, aren't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority. I nodded, feeling a surge of shame and desire. "Y-yes, Master," I stuttered. Master smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good," he said. "I'm glad we understand each other. You are here to serve me, to pleasure me. And in return, I will teach you how to be the best cock slut you can be." I felt a thrill run through me at his words, mixed with a dash of trepidation. What did it mean to serve him, to pleasure him? But as I looked into his eyes, I saw that he was serious, that he would not be denied. Master reached out and took my hand, leading me to a nearby couch. "Sit," he said, his voice firm. I obeyed, feeling a surge of submission wash over me. Master sat beside me, his thigh brushing against mine. "Your mind is foggy, isn't it?" he asked, his voice gentle. "You can't think straight, can you?" I shook my head, feeling a wave of shame wash over me. "N-no, Master," I stuttered. Master nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "That's okay," he said. "I'm here to help you. You don't have to think, not anymore. Just feel, and obey." I felt a surge of relief at his words, mixed with a dash of fear. What did it mean to give up my thoughts, my mind? But as I looked into Master's eyes, I saw that he was serious, that he would not be denied. Master leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. "You are my cock slut," he whispered. "And you will do as I say." I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, mixed with a surge of desire. I knew that I was in his power, that I was his to command. And as I looked into his eyes, I saw that I was ready, ready to serve, to pleasure, to be his cock slut.