AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

Content: This story contains scenes of Femdom, Mistress, Domme, male slave, CFnm, bisexual male, chastity, cuckolding, cum eating, forced bi.

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This story is about Mistress Val’s plans for the initial visit to determine my worthiness.

The earlier chapters describe the current situation with Mistress Val and me. I often think back to the first time I met her in person when she came to the mountains to meet me and see how well I had already been trained, and if I was a good fit as a person, if I could maintain my submissiveness to her, yet still be a tolerable pet while in public as well, in a more vanilla presentation. She wanted to ensure that I would be an acceptable slave for her, meet her expectations, be subservient to her, be someone that she would allow to come into her house, to be seen with in public, and to have a personality that she would allow to accompany her around town.

We discussed her visit for several weeks before she was to fly out to the state that I was living in. She laid out what she would enjoy during the trip, how she expected me to behave, how to address her in public, what her boundaries and limits are, how to behave when in private, how “normal” and semi-vanilla parts would in what she expects from a relationship with a primarily service-oriented slave.

We had been chatting online for years, so we had established a baseline of communication and had come to know each other fairly well. However, we had never met in person, and this would be an entirely new facet to a efficient complete Mistress-slave relationship for us. I was immensely excited and nervous on the day she arrived. “What if she does not like me at all in person, and I screw up my chance to serve as her slave? What if she cannot stand how I look in person versus how she had seen me on video chats” I wondered.

Mistress Val had decided to come to visit me at my house and was flying into my city. She instructed me to pick her up at the terminal when she arrived. She told me to be wearing my chastity cage when I meet her.

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The Interview Visit: Picking Up Mistress Val from the Airport

I parked and went into the airport terminal, nearly shaking from my excitement. I found the area where Mistress Val would be entering the main terminal from the gates and found a spot where I could see everyone who arrived from the gate trams.

“I am on the train from the gates, pet. See you in a few…” She texted me.

My ands shaking, making it hard to type. After various mis-typings, auto-corrects, and lots of re-typing, I replied: “Yes, Ma’am. I am very happy that You have arrived! I can’t wait to see You!”

The throngs of people coming in from the flights made it hard to check that I had looked at every passenger who was coming into the main terminal. Finally, I spotted her, radiant, though tired, her face projecting strength and control, a wry smile forming as she confidently strode up to me. She was wearing jeans that tightly stretched around her glorious backside, sandals that showed off her delectable feet and toes, a flowing blouse that barely concealed her erect nipples. Her blond hair glistened in the bright terminal light, and her eyes sparkled with a devious glint.

She offered her hand to me, and I kissed it. She then tapped my crotch (right there in the terminal — in front of hundreds of people) to ensure that I am wearing the cage.

“Hi pet! That was a long flight! I still feel scrunched up from being packed into that tin can.”

“Hello, Ma’am, I am grateful that You made it here, and endured such a long trip.”

“Let’s go get my luggage and I can stretch out as we walk, boi.” She directed. She walked off to the baggage claim and I followed, a couple of feet behind her.

Her demeanor was cordial and aloof, though familiar and reassuring. My jitters were raging, and I was visibly shaking, nearly drooling as I walked behind her. We collected her bags, and I gathered them all together and wheeled them out to the parking lot. One of her bags was a bit heavier than just clothing and toiletries, and my mind went rampant thinking about what she may have brought with her.

I opened the passenger seat of my SUV truck for Mistress Val to get in, giddy since I was allowed to touch her while helping her up into the cab. Once she was situated and comfortable, I loaded up with her luggage into the back, and got into the driver’s seat.

“Before we go, let me see the cage, pet.” She said with a grin.

I clumsily unbuckled my belt, and fumbled with my fly, pulling down my panties to reveal the Birdlocked chastity cage that was enclosing my penis and balls.

“Ah ha haa, haaa!” she squealed. “That looks so cute! And it’s trying to get hard! Is it uncomfortable, pet?” she inquired.

“Yes Ma’am. It is very tight” I responded truthfully.

“Good! Leave it out for the drive, slave.” She giggled.

With my cage bound cock resting in my lap, we departed the airport. It was about an hour drive to where I lived. She repeatedly reached over and casually bonked my cage while we drove and talked. After She got bored with making me squirm from the contact with my cage, She watched view of the mountains pass by for a while. I was literally dripping with excitement and worked hard to concentrate on driving. Then she told me she was tired from the flight and nodded off while we drove the rest of the way.

Arriving at the house, I used the remote to open the garage door and drove the truck into unload. I closed the door once we were fully in the garage and came around to help Mistress Val out of the truck.

“We’re here, Mistress.” I said as I opened the door, gleaming as I realized that she was actually here — at my house, and I was ready to serve her as she wished.

She took a deep breath and fully rousted herself from her nap. She smiled wickedly at me and said, “Good pet. I needed that sleep. Help me out, then get the bags, and show me your house, slave. You belong to me while I am here — remember?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I answered while guiding her out of the cab of the truck. I then scurried to get the luggage out of the back and followed her into the house. We entered through the laundry room and stopped in the den to start the tour. I had drawn all the window shades before I left, to prevent neighbors for seeing me walking around naked. I staged the suitcases near the stairs since Mistress Val would be taking over the Master bedroom and returned to the Den to show her how I had set up the Den for her relaxation and comfort, turning on the gas fireplace as I showed her my preparations.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, slave?” she asked with a scowl. I was unsure what she was referring to. “What did we talk about before I came here, slave? You are supposed to be naked whenever we are inside the house. Now strip!” she shouted.

I blushed with embarrassment for having forgotten one of the ground rules she had laid out, and in a flurry, I removed all my clothing including the panties folded them and placed them on a side table.

“Forgive me, Mistress.” I said with a quiver.

“I may, but you will be punished for this later.” She scolded. “You remember what you are committed to While I am here, don’t you pet?” She inquired. I looked back at her with a confused expression, trying to recall what she was referring to. Picking up on my uncertainty, she reiterated: “You agreed that while am here that you will be my property, I own you now. You will obey every command that I give you without question. I am superior to you since I am a woman, and you are a submissive man. You are a little wimp who likes to dress up in panties and stockings. My needs come before yours, and I will punish you at my whims. Are you completely onboard with that, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress Val, I belong to you and will do whatever you tell me to do. I am here for your pleasure, entertainment, amusement, and comfort. I will accept whatever punishment and pain that you wish to inflict on me because it is up to you to decide when you want to train me or just if you want to see me in pain.”

“Good slave.” She mulled. “Now show me the house, slave.”

I gave her a quick look at the kitchen, the refrigerator stocked with the kinds of foods and beverages she had told me to get, then to the dining room, and the adjacent living room. We proceeded to the upstairs as I lugged her suitcases up the stairs, and we came to the Master bedroom that was to be her realm until she returned home. She liked the roominess of the king-sized bed, and the large, raised bathtub in the ensuite bathroom. She said that she would like to take a long hot bath later.

I showed her the large steamer trunk that held my BDSM toys and equipment. She had me lay out all the contents on the bed and had me group them by type and function. Her eyes widened when taking inventory of all the accoutrements that were laid out. She selected a collar, leash, cane, and riding crop to use for the rest of the house tour and had me put them on. She also had me collect the wrist and ankle cuffs, slave bells, and maid’s uniform for later.

“Now let’s see if you have fixed up the basement into a proper dungeon like I told you to do.” She commanded. We made our way back downstairs to the basement. I showed her the hanging spreader bar, the hanging sex-swing, the ropes, and shackles that I had affixed to the basement bed. She had me lock the wrist cuffs to the hanging spreader bar, and my ankles to another spreader bar, and then give her the keys.

She made the riding crop swoosh through the air, then lit into my thighs and ribcage, raising welts right off the bat. My skin was turning a deep shade of red when she switched over to whapping me with the cane. My knees kept slightly buckling with every stroke, and tears began to flow from my eyes as she growled with primal pleasure from seeing me take her pain. She used the crop to swat my exposed balls, and I yelped.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha! That’s enough for appetizers now, slave. You really are a wimp.” She assessed. “Put your panties and uniform on, and let’s go back upstairs and you can make me something to eat.” She said as she unlocked my wrists and ankles from the spreader bars, leaving the manacles on my arms and legs.

Returning to the den, she reclined and relaxed while I put on the maid’s apron as she instructed, and I made her dinner of roast beef and mashed potatoes, no onions, no peppers. I served her food and ate mine off a dish on the floor. She readily ate the meal I had made her, but interjected some snide comments here and there about how it could have been better.

After dinner I washed the dishes. She sashayed into the kitchen carrying the crop when I announced that I was done with the washing and strolled over to the dish rack to inspect my work. I was very proud of the effort and diligence that I had put into performing the task, since I was anxious to please her and show her how much I appreciated her being at the house and how much I sought to follow her instructions.

“Slave. Look at this plate here!” she exclaimed as she pointed the crop to a sparkling clean dish. “There is a smudge here!” There really was no smudge, but she had informed me that it was her prerogative to tell me that my performance was not up to par, even if it really was, simply to provide her with an excuse to punish me. My ass and legs were still burning from the beating in the basement, and I cowered a little and dropped my head to look at her feet.

“I am sorry to have disappointed you, Mistress. I will not let it happen again.” I offered.

“Pull down your panties and get down on your hands and knees, slave!” she shouted.

I complied and felt the crop walloping my welted ass as she chuckled. I could tell that her breathing was getting deeper and more rapid. She was really enjoying punishing me, causing me pain, seeing me writhe as she swopped the crop against my raw skin. I began to sob and cry as she carried out my sentence. Eventually she had indulged herself enough, and she told me to stand up and pull up my panties.

“Follow me, pet.” She directed.

She then had me come into the Den with her and sit on the couch next to her. She talked with me about a variety of things, our past conversations, her family, painting, places to see in town, what she expects from me while she is visiting. She stated that she now owns me while she is in town, and I am to comply with her instructions. We agreed on a safeword: “Red”, though I was told not to use it unless necessary.

She placed her feet in my lap while we were talking and told me that I am not allowed to massage them since her feet are very ticklish. She shifted her feet on my cage while we talked and I felt a tingling from the stimulation.

After a while, I offered to give her a body massage and she agreed. I used some coconut oil to help my hands and fingers glide across her back. Once I was done with her back, she announced that she is ready to go to bed and used the leash to pull me upstairs after her. She had me put her clothing in the dresser and hang her dresses up while she laid down on the king-sized bed. She told me to pour her a hot bath and use lots of bubble bath. Once the bath was ready, she had me lie face down in the bedroom facing away from the bathroom doorway, and then proceeded to undress herself and get into the bath.

I heard the water as she got in, and I was thinking about her naked body being so close, but yet, so far away. After twenty minutes I heard the water sloshing around and heard her moaning. The moans increased in volume and the sound of the water splashing intensified. I was shuddering with excitement as I laid naked on the floor, my cock locked in its cage, and knowing that she is doing this to tease me. After about an hour she had finished her bath, dried herself off and came into the bedroom wearing a towel wrapped around her sensuous body. She told me to take off the maid uniform and panties, then she pulled eight feet of chains out of the trunk and locked them to my ankle cuffs and to the frame of the bed.

Once I was secured to the spot where she had determined I will sleep on the floor, she climbed into the bed, pulled up the covers. She pulled the towel off her and tossed it onto my head. “That will be your blanket for tonight, pet.” She had allowed me to put a couple of pillows on the floor in case I got cramps from lying on the hard flooring. At least the room was carpeted.

She then had me get my head under the covers from the bottom of the bed and told me that she wants me to use my just my hands to relax her before she goes to sleep. “For now, you may massage my legs and ankles to help me go to sleep, slave. It’s been a long day… Do a good job slave!” She instructed.

I was painfully filling the cock cage from the excitement of being allowed to touch her. After her legs were relaxed and well massaged, she murmured that I should get off the bed and laid down on the floor and went to sleep. “Goodnight, pet.” She said as she drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Mistress. Sleep well and have sweet dreams, Ma’am.” I whispered back.