My name is Irene. I am 24 and single. I am essentially a moral woman who just wants to fall in love and marry. Three years ago, I would have thought blind obedience to a man was a bad thing. But Paul Smythe had changed me.
PAUL
Soon after we began chatting on the internet Paul got me to watch some of his favourite BDSM videos.
I was aroused by the idea of women giving themselves over to a man completely. I had achieved climax wanking myself watching those BDSM videos.
After a few months Paul and I met. I was comfortable with the idea of being his submissive.
Paul said "In this type of relationship, trust is something that has to be earned. I may put you into dangerous situations. But I will always be making sure that you are never excessively harmed."
I was reassured that Paul meant me no excessive harm. I agreed to experiment and become his slave. I would stay at his house as his slave from Friday to Monday.
MY LONG WEEKEND AWAY
For safety reasons (and because Paul wanted it) I gave my friend Julie, his name and address.
Julie wasn't pleased that I was going away with a man that I barely knew and to be used as a slut. She knew me since I was 18. She felt that I was making a big mistake. She had feared that Paul Smythe wasn't his real name. She had contacted someone to confirm his identity.
Julie was like a mother hen protecting her chick. She insisted on driving me the 20 miles to Paul's house. We knew he wouldn't be in because I had the key to his front door.
Even as she drove me to Paul's house Julie tried to make me see sense. I recognised that I was being incredibly stupid. But Paul had tapped into something unexpectedly.
She drove outside Paul's house. As I made to leave her car she said "Call me if things get too dangerous."
Julie watched me put the key in the front door. She was probably hoping that I would change my mind. But I didn't. I opened the door, turned round and waved to her.
Julie drove off.
MY INSTRUCTIONS
My master left a note which read
"Undress then place your clothes in the box outside.
Return and email me a nude photo of yourself.
Then prepare me a steak pie, and mash meal for 3 people. Don't forget to let the red wine breathe for 1 hour.
Remain naked and welcome my guest.
Stay naked until I return."
PLACING MY CLOTHES OUTSIDE
As instructed, I stripped naked. Then I stood at the doorway naked. I didn't want to be seen by one of the neighbours. This was my first time being naked in public. On the beach I wore a swimsuit which entirely covered my breasts.
Luckily there was no-one in sight. I calmly walked to and placed my clothes in the box. I then opened the door and went back inside.
PHOTOS
For the first time in my life I took a few explicit selfies. One of these was of my vagina slit.
I attached the explicit selfies to the email.
I wrote "I hope these please you" and sent the email to Paul.
COOKING
Paul had left all the ingredients for the meal and a recipe. I cut the meat into cubes and sliced the onions. I put some oil in the frying pan and heated it.
Still naked I added the meat and onions. It felt strange frying things whilst nude. I was scared that I would get hot oil spit from the pan and scold me.
I peeled all the potatoes and cubed them. I put them into a saucepan half filled with cold water. I would boil and mash them when Paul phoned me to say that he was on the way home.
I started to roll out the shop bought pastry when the doorbell rang.
ANSWERING THE DOORBELL
Three years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of answering the doorbell displaying all my unclothed body. I would have run a mile rather than stand at the door and show off my tits. Now I was going to going to show a stranger all my body.
But now I felt good. I hadn't suddenly become an exhibitionist. I got no pleasure from showing off my body per se. My satisfaction became because I was pleasing Paul.
I thought about dressing in case it was a delivery man. That's what the younger me would have done. But I was now Paul's to command as be thought fit. And Paul had instructed me to answer the doorbell bereft of clothing.
It was in fact a delivery man. As you can imagine, he looked really surprised. Instinctively I covered my breasts and pubic area. My instinct was to close the door with him outside and me inside.
But instead I quelled my desire to flee. I stood there while the deliveryman regained control.
He said "I have a timed one hour delivery. Its an outsize package addressed to Irene from Paul Smythe. It needs to be signed for. This is obviously the wrong time."
He asked "Do you want to take the document inside and sign it?"
Actually I did want to do that. But I wanted to please Paul even more.
I said "If you don't mind I will sign it here and now."
He watched as I signed for the parcel. I no longer hid my breasts or cunt. I was giving him an eyeful. I slowly put my name, Irene Forsythe, in block letters and equally slowly signed my name.
I handed the signed form back to the delivery man. He took it and said "Have a nice day." and left.
So Paul had sent me the package just so I had to answer whilst naked. He was a sneaky bastard.
My mobile phone indicated that I had a text message. It was from Paul and it just had a smiley face symbol.
THE STRANGER ARRIVES
I explored Paul's house. Then the doorbell rang again. Still buck naked I answered it.