I have to jump on this opportunity if I want thoughts of this gay thing to happen!

You only wait one second before signing and returning the contract to Your ass is mine. Immediately after sending your email response, you receive a response back, it has an address and says to come IMMEDIATELY, all caps. Its a location just outside Brisbane, where those who have money buy their mansions, this man obviously had some serious cash. You get up and thoughts start stirring in your head, "Was this a good idea?" "What does this guy look like?" "How harsh will this dom be?" "My dick is so hard from anticipation!". With that last thought, you motivate yourself to take a shot of Jack Daniels, grab your keys and wallet, another shot of whiskey and get in your 2002 red Ford Falcon. Taking a deep breath you start your car and drive to the address given to you.

The area indeed has quite a few mansions, however the address you need to be at is the largest of them all. This mansion has huge pillars in front of it, stretches what would have been several cities blocks in area, is nearly a dozen stories tall and has a huge and tall wall around it. You find yourself oddly aroused at the idea of how much money this man has. The iron gate in front of you opens and you drive towards the entrance. You put your car in park, step out of it, and gaze on the man who you can only be "Your ass is mine"! The man was tall, probably 6'6" and looked like he could burst out of his expensive clothing at any second, he was soooo ridiculously muscular! You didn't recognize the brands he was wearing but you feel like they would be very expensive, like more than your house plus 5 years salary, not to mention the cigar he was smoking which was probably a year's salary. He has a strong chiseled, but youthful looking face, you feel although he doesn't look much older than his early thirties he probably was in his early forties. You can't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but his mid-length blonde bangs touched the glasses. You suddenly realize that you have been staring and not saying anything for an awkward amount of time. "Get your ass inside" he said in an american accent, surprising you.

Still not saying anything, you climb the stairs to his house and walk inside to see a beautifully huge foyer. The man locks the door behind him and forcefully grabs you by the chin. "Give me your wallet, take off all your clothing and get use to calling me and thinking of me as "Master", and "God", you're never going to learn my name." You give your wallet meekly to your new Master, and undue your belt and start shimming down your pants. Your Master grabs the 120$ out of your wallet and looks through your id cards. "Thompson Waller.... Tommy, from now on you will be known as Tommy" he then proceeded to to rip everything else in your wallet. You look at him with a confused look. Master pulls out a paper copy of the contract you signed earlier, " I am only going to explain this once. Since I know that you signed this without reading this, you are now as much of my property as legally possible, from time to time I am going to prove to you that you have condoned the actions that I will subject you to, now I will allow you one final question before we start, I will answer anything you want but you only get one!"