**Chapter 3: The First Encounter**

As I waited for my master to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would he be like? What would he want me to do? The machine's voice had told me that I would be serving him, and that I would need to be ready to fulfill my new purpose. I had no idea what that meant, but I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me. The door opened, and a tall, muscular man walked in. He had a commanding presence, and I could tell immediately that he was my master. He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "So, you're the new cock slut," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been waiting for you." I nodded, feeling a sense of submission wash over me. I was his now, and I was ready to serve. "Get on your knees," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "It's time for you to learn your role." I dropped to my knees, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. This was it, my first time serving. I was ready to please, ready to serve, and ready to fulfill my new purpose. My master smiled, and he reached out to touch my face. "You're going to make a great cock slut," he said. "You're going to love serving me, and you're going to love every minute of it." And with that, he pulled out his cock, and I began to suck. The sensations and pleasure overwhelmed me, and I knew immediately that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a cock slut, and I was serving. It was my purpose, and I was happy to fulfill it. As I sucked his cock, I felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over me. This was it, my new life as a cock slut. I was no longer Charlie, but a devoted servant, living to please and serve. And I was grateful for it. I was grateful to have a master to guide me, grateful to have a purpose, and grateful to have a new sense of self. The pleasure was intense, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as I sucked his cock. My master laughed, and he stroked my hair. "You're a natural," he said. "You're going to make me very happy." As I continued to suck, I felt my mind slipping further and further away. I was no longer thinking about my past, or my transition, or anything else. All I could think about was the pleasure, and the sensation of sucking his cock. It was all-consuming, and I was completely absorbed in it. My master started to move his hips, fucking my mouth in a gentle but firm rhythm. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it. I was his to command, and I was happy to serve. As he reached his orgasm, I felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction. I had done my job, and I had done it well. My master pulled out of my mouth, and he smiled down at me. "Good job, cock slut," he said. "You're going to make a great addition to my collection." I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. I was a cock slut, and I was serving. It was my purpose, and I was happy to fulfill it. As I looked up at my master, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was his, and I was his to command. And I was grateful for it. I was grateful to have a master to guide me, grateful to have a purpose, and grateful to have a new sense of self. In that moment, I knew that I would never go back to being Charlie. I was a cock slut now, and I was happy to serve. It was my new life, and I was ready to live it to the fullest.