Meeting Master Jay: Introduction and Chapter 1

Let's start with a basic introduction. As all of the posts under my stories tab, this is a work of fiction. It's the story of how I imagine my meeting with a Master from Chicago, a FinDom whom I met online might go. Let's call him Master Jay. Is it a coincidence that in real-life I'm owned by Master J.E., my alter ego for tales from the perspective of a Dom is Master John, and now this subject of my fantasy is Master Jay? I'll leave that open.

Below is a preview, which you can also listen to on Apple Podcasts and Spotify among others.

I only got acquainted with Master Jay a week ago but I’m already head over heels for him. I’ve been seeing his photos on my twitter feed for some time now—displaying his beautiful muscular torso and handsome face—but it was all very decent, definitely not kinky. He just looks like a decent guy in his 20s that really knows his way around the gym. Someone to admire for his looks, but nothing more than that. Definitely not anyone it would be appropriate for someone with the name House Slave Fag to reach out to. He obviously has more class than that.

One day, as I was browsing through his twitter page eager to see more of his hot body, instead of staying in the default tab with all his posts I opted for his replies too. All of a sudden, I found some hints of dominant tendencies. However, I still didn’t think he could be really kinky. Then, when I dared engage with some of his slightly kinkier reply messages to others he sent me a direct message, and I quickly learned that he was a Master and a FinDom through and through. I couldn’t really tell how much of that was new, especially as his Throne account was only a week old, but he may have been dominating subs for a longer time. In any event, he said all the right things with a clear dominant attitude, which I found very attractive.

Here we are a week later and Master Jay already has such power over me, that it’s hard to even stop jerking off while I’m thinking about him long enough to write this. But I can’t help it, so I’ll have to go put my chastity cage back on.

Done.

What was I thinking? I should have been locked before I sat down, to get into the right state of mind. Because that’s what good bois do, right? Though the truth is that it’s when I’m unlocked that I’m most vulnerable to FinDoms like Master Jay. I jerk off…well, edge really, because I’m not allowed to cum until I get permission from my Owner. So I get so horny and desperate. And I fell under Master Jay’s control just around the time that I stopped caging for a couple of days, letting myself relax after finishing a huge project. Until last week, it had been months since I sent to any other FinDom, as you may know, if you have read or listened to my earlier posts and tweets.

Anyway, what I’ll share with you here is the story of my first meeting with Master Jay in person. That is, how that meeting is playing in my mind. Because as I said, it’s only been a week. Though I can tell you that I’ve already had a significant enough exchange with Master Jay, and I asked him about his expectations. So there’s more than a grain of truth in the fantasy I’m about to share with you, as I have already asked him several questions about the possibility of meeting him. Not right now, because I already have travel and work plans for the next few months and I can’t afford this trip and his fee at the moment. But I would really like to make it happen.

My phone blinged. It was a message from Master Jay.

“How much did you say was the cost of your hotel, fag?” he asked, referring to the two nights I booked to stay in a hotel after the one night he agreed to host me at his place. I just didn’t want to bother with traveling all that way and then leaving after 24 hours. Though this made my trip even more expensive.

“$300, Sir. Why?” I asked.

“Can you still cancel it?” he ignored my question.

“Umm, yes Sir, but it would be trickier to change my flight. Please don’t cancel at the last minute, Sir,” I pleaded.

“Relax, boi,” he replied. “I was just thinking again about your request to come serve me for more than one night.”

“Oh,” I said, waiting for him to elaborate. That was true. I had told him it was not easy to pay for that trip, as he required a $500 fee and the flight was a few hundred dollars more. Not to mention that although it was prudent to keep the first meeting of a Master and a slave short and gradually increase, one night might be a little too short to really get to know each other. Also, if you think about diminishing returns (to borrow from accounting) if I already have a large sunk cost for the visit, I’d like to have that cost spread over more days. That’s why even when he refused, I chose to book a couple of days in a hotel, because while that added a cost, it made the daily cost lower. But that’s enough with the technical details.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “You can come stay with me for two more nights, but I get the $300.”

“Sir, please. I could use that money,” I replied. I was excited for the possibility to serve for a longer duration under his roof, but if I’m paying for it, that would mean I’d feel less obligated toward him. I know that’s not how it works for everyone, but that’s how it works in my complicated relationship with money. I mean, up until two months ago, the entire concept of findom was off limits for me.

“I could put that money to better use, don’t you think, boi?” he replied.

“Yes Sir,” I said, reluctantly.

“That’s better,” he said. “So go ahead and cancel the hotel and you can PayPal me the money.”

“Sir?” I asked. I’d always sent him via his Throne, as “HSFaggot on Twitter”.

“It’s time we stop wasting money on Throne fees,” he said.

“But then all my sends will have my name on them,” I said.

“True. We’ve been talking for a long time though. Don’t you think I should know your name by now? Especially if you’re going to be under my roof. I’m actually going to want to see your passport, just like they do at a hotel, for my own security.”

“Oh, ok, Sir,” I replied. That was actually something I’ve also done with my Owner, the first time I visited him. I do appreciate guys taking safety precautions. “Just don’t expose me, Sir,” I pleaded.

“I won’t, boi, you can trust me on that,” he replied.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said.

“Good boi. You like giving me more control though, don’t you? Having your privacy in my hands?” he teased.

“Oh, Sir,” I didn’t answer.

“Don’t you?!” he repeated.

“Yes Sir,” I reluctantly acknowledged. “But Sir, can the payment wait till I arrive?” It now comes to $800 and I didn’t elaborate, not wanting to offend him, but the truth was that I was still scared that he’d evaporate just like some scammers I’ve encountered.

“Why?” he asked.

“Umm, it’s a lot of money, Sir,” I said.

“Fine,” he said and I was grateful that he didn’t probe further. “You can pay me once you arrive at my place. $850,” he said.

“Sir!” I exclaimed.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Umm, OK,” I reluctantly acknowledged.

“What’s that, boi?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I reaffirmed.

“That’s better,” he replied. “While we’re talking, why don’t you remind me what your limits are? I want to make sure I don’t forget anything.”

“Yes Sir,” I answered. “I don’t do bareback, no pain or violence, no drugs or any smoking, no women, and no scat or other dirty stuff, except piss. I can swallow piss or cum if it pleases you, Sir.”

“That’s good,” Master Jay said. “Of course it does. Serving as a urinal will be an important part of your duties. Just too bad you don’t do bareback.”

“I know, Sir, I’m sorry,” I said, expressing my honest regret.