I sat in my vehicle, waiting in the cell phone lot of the airport. Repeatedly checking my phone for the plane arrival time and counting the minutes on the clock. My body filled with excitement and uncertainty as I waited. "What if she doesn't like how I eat, or what I eat?" I think to myself, scenarios play out in my head as my mind thinks of nothing else but what the next few hours would be like. I try to distract myself by thinking of how I got here.

We met each other online in a game chat room. The game provided an escape from reality into this fantasy world where we could do anything, be anyone. I agreed to a relationship to help her complete a goal for the game. I didn't know it then, but as we talked and I learned more about her, I found myself becoming more in tune with who she is and wanting to spend every minute with her. I tried writing it off as just this game playing tricks on my mind. I attempted to continue the "game" I had played by being a free spirit, doing what I wanted. But all I found was emptiness, and could not get her off my mind.

I never stopped talking to her. I tried to move on, but I kept being drawn back to her. And then it happened, she talked about how she needed to make so many decisions in her job, when she got home, she just wanted to react. She wanted someone to dominate her life after work. My heart cried out to help her, and I offered myself as her Dom. We talked about uncertainties and being new to this, but we agreed to learn together. That's the day everything changed for me.

Mistakes were made, but we stuck together and made adjustments until we found a stable balance. The day came that I learned of her vacation trip and a layover at an airport not too far from me. We talked about it and made plans to meet in person for the first time. Which brings me back to today, waiting for her plane to land.

After so many weeks of talking, so many days planning, the day finally arrived. I was meeting my Sub for the first time in person, and my emotions were all over the place. I pull up to the curb outside baggage claim and stand next to my vehicle, looking and watching for her. Phone in my hand just in case, my palms sweaty with anticipation.

Among the sea of people, I finally see her, her beauty even more than pictures could convey. I raise my hand to wave, but am too awestruck to do more than raise it. She looks my way, and our eyes meet. A beautiful, big smile crosses her face, and I see her eyes light up. I can only imagine my own face looking the same as I begin to feel my temperature rise as she walks to me.

I stow my phone in my pocket and reach to embrace her as she approaches. My arms wrap around her, and I feel my body relax as I feel her for the first time, and it feels so natural. While only for a brief few seconds, it felt like I held her for hours. We exchanged our greetings, and I helped her into my vehicle. Then we drove to a local restaurant for some lunch.

We talked and held hands as we waited for our food. The touch of her fingers on my skin sends goosebumps up my arms. My face couldn't stop smiling, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her smooth skin, her flowing hair, her beautiful eyes, her luscious lips.

We finish our food, and we take our leave and take a walk around a park. Hand in hand, we walked and talked. When we came to a more private spot, I reached into a pocket and looked deep into her eyes. I produce from my pocket a black leather collar with a heart-shaped ring.

Smiling, I hold the collar in my hands and begin my speech. My words were meaningful and deliberate, explaining my feelings and my dedication to her. She reacts as expected, her hand over her mouth, tears of joy stream from her eyes. I ask if I may collar her and officially make her my sub. She shakes her head and says yes with excitement. She gathers her hair, and I reach around her neck and secure the collar on her. I press my lips to hers in a passionate kiss as I wrap my arms around her once more.

It finally happened. I met my Sub and she was finally collared. Physical proof to others that we are together. The virtual became reality at last. But now it was time for her flight home.

We return to my vehicle, and I drive back to the airport. I notice the puzzled look on her face when I pull into long-term parking. I tell her the surprise that I'm flying back with her to stay for a few days. She leans over and kisses my cheek as I park the vehicle. I collect our luggage, and we sit together on the shuttle to the terminal.

We look just like the happy couple we are as we proceed through security. We sit holding hands as we wait to board our flight, kissing and talking. When the time comes, we board separately since I didn't know what seat she would be in. As I board, I'm confronted by the passenger next to me as he offers me his seat. Graciously, I accept it and get to sit with her during the flight.

We hold hands, talk and kiss the entire flight until we land. We collect our luggage, I tell her the hotel I'll be staying at, and we part ways as I rent a car. I arrive at the hotel to find her waiting for me. I check in, and we go to my room.

I open the door to my hotel room, letting her walk in first. I walk in with my luggage behind me, and I can see her looking over the room. She turns to me, and I see in her face that she has ideas, ideas that I can only imagine are the same as my own. I shut the door behind me and look around myself, the large shower in the bathroom, the king-sized bed, the couch, the table, so many options for us.

She sits on the bed and flops back, feeling the comfort of it. I laugh as I lay my luggage to one side of the bed. I unzip it, but do not open it yet. I look at her and the collar now around her neck, my collar, my sub. I find myself lost in thought, taking in everything and committing it to memory, as what will happen will change everything. This is my life now... she is my life now.

I open my luggage at this point, and I see the note I left for the TSA with a response, "Have Fun!" written below it. I tuck the note away to use for the flight home and retrieve the rope and shears. All the practice I've done has been in preparation for this night.

I place the shears where they will be in quick and easy reach. I explain to her the importance of the shears and my plan to tie her up. She smiles enthusiastically and agrees. She begins to take off her clothes, but I stop her. I am in control, and I will tell her what to do and when to do it. She smiles contentedly and responds verbally, "Yes, Sir."

I smile at her cooperation, knowing fully she can be a brat if she so chooses. My hands play with the rope, and her eyes watch with excitement. I command her to take off her shirt, she obeys, but throws it at me and smiles. Her brat side is obviously present, and I am overjoyed at the challenge.

I return the smile as I command her to remove her skirt and place it on the floor with her shirt. She obeys and waits for my next command. I tell her to unlatch her bra, she does and holds it from falling. I question her if I told her to hold it, she smiles and lets it fall to the floor.

I kneel as I begin by tying the rope around her right ankle. I tie it off to the corner of the bed. I then string the rope to the other corner and request her other foot. She playfully moves her foot and asks where I want it. I smile as I grasp her ankle and place it where I want it and tie it in place.

I stand and place a hand on her chest, commanding her to lie down with her hands above her head. Next, I tie her left wrist and secure it to the corner of the headboard. I cross over again and secure her other wrist in place.

Her body now bound to the bed, I retrieve some massage oil from my bag. I begin massaging it into her skin, starting at her feet and working my way up her body. Occasionally, I kiss her soft skin and suck on it, leaving hickeys all over her. I finish the oil and kiss her lips passionately.

With her body relaxed from the massage, I retrieve the chained nipple clamps and attach them one by one after kissing and sucking on her nipples. Next, I produce a jewelled butt plug and gently push it into place.

To be continued?