ally first spoke to her owner in early 1998. She had been seeking
guidance with regard to her newly found need to surrender and he
became her tutor, doing his best to assist her by teaching and being
a firm and steady voice of reason.

It didn't take long before she knew beyond any doubt that she
belonged to him, was enslaved to him, and yearned to be at his feet.
By the summer of that year, she found herself begging, from a
distance, to belong to him.

Here is what she had written to him the night she begged to be his.
Although she spoke to him on the same night and uttered the same
words aloud to his ears, these penned words were what she offered him
first.  (click here to read that letter)

It was several months later that he flew in to claim her in the flesh -
the following is the story of that meeting.

(Disclaimer - although the story does not mention them, proper safety
steps were followed throughout the relationship to ensure that each
of us was who we claimed to be - Aside from constant communication
and a long period of "getting to know each other" time, phone calls
to family and friends and places of employment, conversations with
his former slave and a number of ally's friends knew his full name,
address, phone number, and where she would be on the night they met
in person)


-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-

ally stood at the airport gate, toying nervously with the pendant of
a crescent moon in her hands. Master's flight was late and to make
things worse, after it arrived, it was stuck on the tarmac waiting
for the gate to become available. She turned the slender moon over
and over.. twirling it, watching the light play off the star shaped
crystal that dangled from its fine pewter setting.

She began to pace a bit, the high heeled black boots on her feet
making no sound on the airport carpet. She paused, looking again to
the window, silently wishing the time to pass quickly so that she may
look upon her Master for the first time.

ally paced and paced, smoothing the black skirt she wore, constantly
adjusting the sheer fabric of the transparent black blouse that
covered the black camisole. Master had told her to wear this
somewhat formal outfit and had chosen well, as he wished to make her
feel lovely. It took quite a bit to make ally truly feel that way,
but the clothing was a good start and he was wise to choose something
that had a soft and sensuous texture.

Her heart lurched in her chest as she saw the gate finally open. The
throng of passengers started to disembark from the plane. She was so
terrified that Master would not think her beautiful, afraid that
Master would not wish to touch her. She took a deep breath and
waited. She watched so many different faces and none of them matched
the photographs that Master had sent her.

ally looked down at the pendant again, her heart now pounding so hard
she was sure that any passerby could hear its relentless cadence and
then it happened. She looked up and a sandy brown-haired man emerged
from the gate, dressed divinely in an immaculate black tuxedo, red
kerchief in his pocket. His intense, emerald eyes locked on her own.

She held his gaze for a moment and looked down at the floor shyly,
not believing that he was finally here. Moving her eyes again to his
own she suddenly broke into a run, flinging herself into his arms and
hugging him tightly, whispering to his ear the strangest thing - she
said, "Master! I am home."

Master Cavalier placed his hands on her shoulders and drew back,
looking deeply into her eyes. He smiled broadly and then suddenly
pulled her close, crushing his lips to hers and taking from her a
kiss - one that they had waited for for an eternity it seemed.

ally returned his kiss with all of the pent up passion that had built
up over the past year.. clinging to him as if her very life depended
on it.

After a moment, they both drew back, smiling to each other and
speaking the same words simultaneously. "I love you, " they laughed
softly.

"You are so beautiful," he said, his eyes darkening with desire as he
noticed the faint blush that rose to her cheeks and ears. "Thank
you, Master," her voice was soft, almost inaudible as she lowered her
head slightly. He placed a finger beneath her chin. "Look at me" he
said in a gentle but firm tone and she obeyed, gazing into the
beautiful green depths of his eyes and she became lost, knowing at
that very moment that she could never belong to another.

They made their way through the crowds to get his luggage, at times
not being able to take their eyes from each other, he would stop
often to steal a kiss, an embrace, and then would continue to walk,
her hand clasped tightly in his own. At other times, ally's
nervousness would take over and she would barely be able to look in
his eyes. Countless times, he again had to say "Girl, look at me."
when her eyes again seemed locked on their feet.

Once his luggage had been retrieved, they left the airport, the
night's air was bitter cold but she felt nothing but intense heat,
radiating from the center of her being, as her owner was here to
claim her, to collar her, to make her his forever.

Master Cavalier obtained his rental car, and once the luggage was
stowed safely inside they made their way from the airport, getting on
the I-94 freeway, every other second stealing glances at each other.

Ally remembered her promise to Master. That she would remove the
black tights from her legs once they got to the car. They were
practical for the cold weather and Master did not object to her
wearing them to the airport, but he did let her know that they would
not remain on her for long.

She removed her boots first, looking to Master Cavalier with a
nervous smile.. "I promised I would take these off, Master," she
said, and reached up modestly beneath her skirt, pulling the tights
down her legs, wriggling herself from their confines, trying
desperately to keep her long, black slinky skirt from riding up too
high, and placed them on the floor.

Master Cavalier glanced over at the pale flesh of her legs and placed
his strong hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently through the thin
fabric of her skirt. His hand moved in a circular motion,
occasionally kneading her flesh but all the while he was working her
skirt higher to reveal more of his property to him.

He spent several minutes taking the time to enjoy his property while
ally got rather lost in his touch and the emotions of the moment.
She leaned back in her chair with eyes closed and suffice it to say,
he took her on a journey right there in the van and she soon forgot
anything except his commanding touch that she had waited so long for.
She was surprised at her uninhibited response to his touch as she
was, at the same time, so ridiculously nervous.

When his explorations were complete, she sat up, drawing her skirt
down and looked at him, her eyes searching his made her way down from
the seat, knelt on the floor of the van beside him and lay her head
against his thigh, clinging tightly to him and whispering again and
again "I love you"....and then, all of a sudden, she began to laugh
almost hysterically. "The exit! We missed the exit"

Both of them laughed hysterically at the mistake, as ally had been so
distracted that she never saw it as it passed by so they took the
rather long and "scenic" route to the hotel, neither of them seeming
to be bothered in the slightest.

Upon arriving at the hotel they took the time to just be together, to
finally at long last look into each others eyes and to talk about
feelings and ally just kept rambling, talking and talking as a way of
masking her own apprehension of what was to come. .

ally was horribly nervous. She had been so ever since she knew he
would come to her. She was terribly self conscious about her
appearance, never really seeing any beauty in her face or body and
she was desperately afraid that when Master saw her standing naked
before him, he would be disappointed in his girl. Master Cavalier
had assured her time and time again that he was quite sure that he
would find her gloriously beautiful and that she need not worry but
ally did anyway, unable to overcome the blows that her self esteem
had taken in the past.

The time came when Master Cavalier took her hands and pulled her to
her feet, lightly caressing her cheek he looked to her eyes and she
knew what she was to do. Quietly, he said, "It is time, girl."
Lowering her head she whispered softly, "I'm really scared, Master."

He leaned forward and kissed her softly, whispering words of
reassurance to her but she still froze, unable to unbutton the blouse
she wore, so afraid to disappoint him. He stepped back and moved to
one of the lamps on the wall, turning it off and then moved to nearly
each one in the room, turning them all off but one in the back
corner, leaving the room lit but not with such a garish brightness so
that he may still look upon his property, but his girl would find
more comfort.

ally began to undress as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Never had
she imagined that Master would be so incredibly kind that he would do
such a thing to make things easier for her. She removed her clothing
slowly as Master traced the newly exposed flesh with light and gentle
fingertips, all the time murmuring how lovely she was, how beautiful
she was, how much she pleased him until finally, she was naked for
him, her pale flesh golden in the lamplight she lowered her gaze
again to the floor.

He circled her several times, taking his time to look on the girl
that he had claimed from a distance and that now he would claim in a
tangible manner. She remained silent with the exception of an
occasional sniffle as the tears of her emotions continued to silently
follow wet paths down her pale skin.

He gently pushed her shoulders down, indicating that she was to kneel
before him. ally quickly obeyed and brushed her hair aside so that
with her head lowered, her neck was bare to him. He looked at her
for a moment and then carefully reminded her of the profound nature
of the step she was about to take. Although she had worn the symbol
of his collar from a distance, this was the point of no return.
While her heart thundered in her chest, she responded that she
desperately wanted to be his and she begged him then not to ever let
her go. No matter how scared she may be at times, she begged him to
keep her at his feet always. It was then that she felt the smooth
black collar encircle her throat and she heard the sharp click of the
padlock that closed it together, forever changing her life.

It has been nearly four years since that day and next summer will
mark 5 years that she has belonged to him. There was very little in
life that could have prepared her for the life she was to lead and
now, there is almost nothing that could tear her away.