My Arrival to become a slave

Kidnapping at the airport and tied up in the house as a slave - BDSM fantasy becomes reality
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Part 3 - Arrival as his Slave

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My Arrival in Gran Canaria

The plane finally lands. The flight was not really pleasant, but when you are there, you want to go on holiday. I advise everyone to check out the airline's ratings before booking. But be it: I'm here. My dream, tied up and forced to be nude in the seat of the plane, was of course not fulfilled. I watched the clouds from the small window for three hours. The thought of my dreams has accompanied me. The rather hard landing of the plane has brought my dreams to the ground with a jerk. Will I experience what I want here?
Uncertainty rises in me as I follow the signs to the baggage claim. With my suitcase, I'm leaving the airport hall outside. I would have wished for this to be warmer. In the sky are clouds and the perceived temperature is just twenty degrees. I bug my suitcase via an access road to the cars of the landlords. Where's my provider? - That's going to be good. There are many well-known car rentals, but not mine. I ask in a small house of another provider. I have to go back to the airport, then down and there I find the counters of my provider. An Odyssey. After half an hour and felt a kilometer I sit in my car. I could have accepted the offer of the SubWorld. I should have rented the car in his place, a day before and after my trip. So he would have picked me up and taken me back to the airport. I say to myself: I have made it on my own. I sit proudly in the car and leave the airport.

Abduction at the airport

I also did not book his service of picking up because I wish I was transported in the car. He explained this to me on the phone: it won't work. When the police see us, it becomes problematic. Even if we explain that this is a BDSM service. That wouldn't help. So my dream of being almost "hijacked" at the airport remained just a dream.
So I'm driving myself. The SubWelt sent me the location directly on WhatsApp. I can click on it on my smartphone and it takes me right there. Practical. I'm supposed to share my location too. I do. I do.
I'm heading south on GC-1. The driveway is easy and the highway is clear. I drive comfortably and enjoy my first glances at the island. To my left I see the bright blue sea again and again. That's great. Holiday mood comes up. I'm happy! The further I get to the south, the more sun opens up to me. It's like the island greets me. I'm on the right track. I smile while driving.
Maspalomas is written. On the left, I actually see these dunes. They are gigantically large. So great! And the sun is burning down here, very different from the airport.
After half an hour, I'm already here. In front of the house it has a lot of parking. I'm bugging my cute, little car into the parking lot. My hickey ball is perfect.
Since he can see my current location on his phone, he knows I'm there. He first approached my car unnoticed and stood in front of my car door. I'm looking at him. He smiles and gives me the time to get out. "Hello, I'm O. from the SubWorld. Did you find it good?" I'll take confidence right away. My fear gives way to his warm and friendly voice. I trust him immediately. I get out a little awkwardly and reach out to him. He grabs my shoulders with both hands and kisses me once on the left and once on the right on the cheek. A nice welcome. "Do you have a suitcase?"
I'll open the trunk and he'll grab my suitcase. I'll lock up and we'll go to the entrance. He instructs me to stand at the front door, my suitcase next to me. He asks me if I shared the location with a friend. That's what we discussed during the conversation. I deny. Frankly, I forgot. He says: "That's not how it works. Please share your location with your girlfriend, who knows what you're up to." I'll take my phone and write her for a second. He smiles.

Admission as a tied-up Slave

The wooden entrance door seems very Spanish to me. I like this. The terrace leading to the street offers a table with four chairs. There are bondage ropes on the table, I recognize that immediately. They are perfectly tied together and I know that they can be used very quickly in this way. He's gonna captivate me! I'm scared to stretch my hands towards him. What am I doing here? Why am I stretching my hands to him? That was an automatic reaction that I didn't plan. He greeted me nicely, took my suitcase and now I change from decent handling to an erotic behavior? I'm so stupid.
But no, I wasn't wrong. He takes a rope, comes towards me smiling. With his hands he turns me around and ties my hands on my back in no time. I'm so glad I didn't act wrong. Still, I wonder if he would have tied me up even now if I hadn't just stretched my hands. Maybe I'll find out someday? But I enjoy this moment. I know now, I'm finally tied up. All the tension falls from me. You can't tell anyone, because that moment was so special. Emotionally, everything falls off me. From now on, I don't have to do anything, I can't go wrong. I'm tied up.
He doesn't leave it at the restraint. He takes off my shoes and pulls my skirt down. I'm just standing there in underwear. I'm so glad I bought lingerie. The handling is very high despite enslavement. I mean, everything is friendly, very clean and of high quality. I come here in a world of high ethics, well-groomed dealings and a pleasant atmosphere. It's cleaner than I was at home. How nice! Even if it scares me a bit, whether I can meet these high standards. At least I know: I'm in really good hands here. That I had to share my location with my girlfriend before he tied me up gives me a sense of security. Even though I feel like she's watching. This idea disappears immediately when he puts his big hand on my back and gently moves me into the interior of the house. I'm gonna be guided. A beautiful experience. I am half naked, tied up and gently guided. The idea is that I can see the living room. I honestly care little about that. It is rather the feeling that I am being delivered and gently guided, which I enjoy. I pretend to look around so I don't notice what I'm actually about. His warm voice penetrates into my innermost being.
He whispers in my ear, "Just be yourself."
My shoulders are going down. The last tension escapes. I hear him rolling my suitcase in and he closes the door. He's turning the key. It makes "click." I'm supposed to be right. In his calm manner, he is so close behind me that I can feel his body. Something is happening and I feel something extraordinary is going to happen. He just says, "Now you're mine." He says this in his calmness and his self-evidentness. His words go through my whole body. I feel my excitement taking possession of my body. In my head there is only one word, which I do not say: "Yeah".

But he: "I'll show you the house"
What's just waiting for me?

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