I contact IOwnU

My hands hovered over the keys as I wondered whether to contact this guy or not. His piercing eyes definitely worked for me, but could a man 4" shorter than me really dominate me as he promised? I looked down at myself, my chest muscles swelling the Underarmour shirt I was wearing and my cock bulge clearly visible in my shorts. This guy probably couldn't handle me anyway - but there was no harm in trying.

I penned a quick email to him and sent it off. I then went and prepared myself a high protein meal, expecting that I wouldn't hear from him for a long time. To my surprise, when I got back to my computer, he had already replied. His email was short and to the point. He asked me for my experience, my goals and for a recent photo. I typed my reply, telling him I had little experience, that I was interested in seeing what the whole Master/**** thing was all about and a bit about myself. I also told him about some things I'd experimented with before - the rubber shirt I'd bought myself, how horny I found tight clothing and some self-bondage that I'd done. I then took a selfie with my camera and sent the whole lot off to him.

I waited, chewing through my chicken salad while I did. He came back to me within 20 minutes. This time the email was longer, with more information about his kink and fetishes. As he listed leather, rubber, skin gear and bondage my boner hardened and bulged the underarmour. He finished with a question "I see you only live a few miles from me. Up for an adventure?"

I was excited -- and probably wasn't thinking straight, so immediately typed in "Yes."

The response came quickly

"Excellent. Dress as follows - your rubber t-shirt and the tightest pair of lycra workout tights you have. I'm glad you have an Adidas Chile 62 tracksuit. Put that on over the top with a pair of red Adidas trainers. If you have the baseball cap that goes with the tracksuit, wear that as well - I want you to look as much like a chav as possible. Once you're ready, email me on here and send me your mobile phone number. Then walk down the road to the 24-hour supermarket. Wait there for further instructions."

I was excited - I had no idea what this guy had planned. I pulled on the clothing he had told me to wear - including the black baseball cap and sent him an email with my mobile number. I was so excited I had to stop myself running down to the supermarket, instead forcing myself to walk.

I stood outside, pacing up and down, attracting quite a bit of attention from people going in and out of the supermarket. After 20 minutes, nothing had happened and I was about to give it up as a bad deal when I got a text message. "Go around the corner and look in the waste-bin. You will get further instructions there." I walked around the corner and looked into the bin. The usual rubbish was in there, but near the top was a small bag made of black rubber. I looked around, grabbed it and then stepped away from the streetlight. I opened the bag and tipped it out. Inside was a black rubber ball gag, a small padlock, and one of masks bike couriers use when they're biking around. There was also a note. "If you're serious, put the gag on then lock it on. Hide it behind the bike mask and your hood. Then go into the supermarket and buy yourself a Mars Bar."

This was serious - there was no key in the bag, so if I followed his instructions, I would be unable to remove the gag afterward.