Meeting Master Jay: Chapter 3
Arriving at Master Jay's Place
The flight went smooth enough, as did passport control after landing, and I finally arrived at Master Jay’s place in a high-rise with a doorman. I introduced myself to the doorman, a tall broad-shouldered muscular Latino man of about 30 years old.
“You can have a seat here in the lobby,” he said. “Jay told me you were coming and that you’ll have to wait about an hour until he’s back from the gym.”
I wished Master Jay would have left a key for me with the doorman, if he couldn’t be at home when I arrived. But I could understand that he’d prefer to be extra cautious, as this was the first time we were meeting in person.
I thanked the doorman and settled down with my large suitcase. I took my laptop out to answer a couple of work emails and I opened my Grindr just so guys could see I was in their neighborhood. I got up off the couch, carrying my backpack and asked the doorman if there were restrooms in the lobby.
“They're in the basement,” he said. “Take the elevator, but you may want to give me your suitcase to keep in the back room, in case I need to leave the reception desk.”
“Thank you,” I said and handed him the suitcase. As he grabbed the handle of the suitcase and I let go of it, the difference in the size of our two hands seemed huge. “Uhh, thank you,” I said again, mumbled really, flustered for a moment, until I gathered myself and headed for the elevators.
Downstairs I followed the sign to the restroom. It was large and clean, covered in black tiles. This building was classy. I went into the handicap stall for more space. I took out of my backpack a packet of deodorizing wet wipes that I always carry on long travel days. I took my shirt off and lowered my pants. Before I could take out one of the wipes, I heard someone enter the restroom.
“Are you there, sub?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “I mean, what?” Did he just call me that?
“Open the door, sub,” he said, more assertively than I’d expect. “I liked what I saw on your Grindr profile, including your watersports tag, and honestly, I could use a human urinal right now.”
Holy shit. I definitely did not expect that from the doorman, although I was open about my kinks on my Grindr profile and I didn’t hide my face. And he was hot. I opened the door to my stall and he immediately got inside and closed the door behind him.
“On your knees!” he ordered and wasted no time opening his belt and unzipping his fly. He pulled out a really thick dick, which he banged against my face. “Say ah, sissy!” he said, noticing my pink panties as my pants were down.
I opened my mouth and said “ah.” He pushed his thick dick into my mouth, filling it completely. I slowed my breathing and tried to relax, as I realized he would feed me a stream of piss at any moment. It took about five seconds and then I felt his dick swell and pulse, as his warm sweet piss started to flow into my mouth and my throat. He paced himself, but it was still a bit of a strong stream. I tapped my hand on his belly to signal him to stop for a moment but he didn’t. I choked and then spilled a bit on myself, before rushing to get his dick back in my mouth and drink all the rest. Ten more seconds and he was finally done.
“Dirty fag,” he said, as he pulled out, got dressed and left the restroom.
I wiped my body with a couple of wipes, but my pants had gotten a little wet. At least the small stains were randomly located, so it didn’t look like I peed myself. I got out of the restroom stall, washed my hands and checked myself in the mirror. I then took out a small bottle of mouthwash, as I sometimes carry one when I’m traveling. I rinsed my mouth and then headed back to the lobby.
I took the suitcase back from the doorman, and just as I sat down on the couch, I realized a tall athletic 25-year-old Latina lady was standing just above me, seemingly waiting for me “Hi, uhh,” I said, a bit clueless.
“Hi fag,” she said, surprising me that she wasn’t more discreet near the doorman. “Master Jay said he was delayed, so lucky for you he asked me to come let you in. I’m Miss Top.”
“Thank you. Miss Top," I said. “That’s very kind of you. And of Master Jay,” I added. I followed her to the elevator bank, carrying my large suitcase and backpack.
The elevator arrived and we took it up to Master Jay’s place. As soon as we entered and I closed the door behind me, she took her shoes off and I did the same.
She showed me the way to a bedroom. There were towels on the bed and there was an ensuite bathroom. “Why don’t you take a nice warm shower and douche before Master Jay arrives,” she suggested. Or instructed, really, not waiting for an answer, as she left the room and closed the door after her.
When I was done, I went to find Miss Top, to ask if anything was expected of me in terms of chores.
“Let’s just change you into something more elegant,” she said. “For Master Jay,” she added.
I was wearing khakis and a t-shirt, with my pink panties and chastity cage underneath.
She presented me with white panties on a hanger, as well as a padded bra. “Here, put these on,” she said.
“I’ve never worn a bra. Is that really necessary?” I asked.
“Yes. And Master Jay would like you to also apply this bold red lipstick,” she added.
“I, umm, no!” I said. “I mean, why?” I asked, catching myself.
“Didn’t you promise to be Master Jay’s little bitch?” she asked.
“Well, yes,” I tried to explain. “But I’m still a masculine bitch. I’m not fem. Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” I added, worried I might offend Miss Top.
She snickered. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with that and you shouldn’t be ashamed if Master Jay uses you like his little bitch,” she said. “Look, if it makes you feel any better,” she tried reassuring me, “this is just for Master Jay’s pleasure and you won’t need to wear this outfit outside. He would just really like to see you at your sluttiest. You want to make a good first impression, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Top,” I acknowledged. “So you’re saying Master Jay would really prefer I put all this on?” I asked.
“Yes,” she asserted.
“And it doesn’t matter that I’m a masculine fag?” I asked.
“Of course not!” she said, with an air of surprise. “All that matters is that you’re submissive and that you obey Master Jay. Maybe this will make you a little uncomfortable, but don’t worry about it. All that matters is that you want to be a good boi. You do, don’t you?”
“Yes Miss Top,” I replied, as I proceeded to change my clothes in front of her.
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