"Beauty" was the name for me coined by my Master. I was so pleased that he "re-named" me so. I could not be more pleased with my new identity. I would soon be flying to Montreal from Boston and learning further to serve his needs and wants. It had been only the three weeks - but it seemed like forever. I found my "regular" days at work so lacking in meaning - and all I could think of was the wonder of serving "Master" as "Beauty". I would fantasise about him and being "controlled" so completely by him. His beautiful, huge cock was in my mind constantly. I had gotten to know every inch and every crevice of his wondrously spectacular manhood in our week together. Master e-mailed me every day and demanded that I choose a proper name for his cock. I wanted to name it "Beauty" - because it was so beautiful to me! - It wasn't masculine enough for Master - yet he though that I was "his Beauty" and therefore my new name came about quite by accident - now that I was his slave. "The Beast" was a natural name for his beautiful but huge and menacing manhood. I feared "The Beast" because of it's size and thickness and challenge! I had a long four day weekend - and I would willingly try to serve Master for all four days as his maid and sex slave in the confines of his elegant condominium in West Montreal. "The Beast" would be the center of his control and my servitude. I so wanted to touch and feel "The Beast" again! I knew clearly how much my actions and dutiful attention to it so pleased My Master. I felt that I could succeed!
I was not completely naive about what this weekend was about. I had decided to come quite willingly after recieving regular e-mails from my Master. The e-mails just reminded me how much I desired to serve Master. Master had provided me with airfare and also medical evidence of his being HIV negative and disease free. He had new - recent tests done to re-assure me of this - even giving me access to a phone number and extension that stated his clean medical state at a medical clinic in Montreal. I knew that Master wanted "more" from me - and for the first time in my life I was prepared to do things that I swore that I would NEVER do in my lifetime. I was here though because I truly wanted to please him - and for whatever the mysterious reason(s) - I wanted to see what it would be like to please him to the level he so desired from me.
What would his happiness bring? or - What would be the result if I displeased him? There was a limit far beyond what I had evet even considered - yet there was mystery and powerful energy to my submission and to my trust for him. Master was very strict but I felt that I was under his spell - I so wanted to please him. Only a true submissive could probably understand the feelings and the need that I had to be "owned" emotionally, physically and spiritually. I was willing to give my "all" to Master! Part of what would be considered by My Master to be "success" on my part - would be to take his seamen willingly into my body! In the "response" that Master wrote about me on my website - It was his major criticism of me as a submissive and as a slave girl. A "good girl" took all that Master has to give - especially the liquid essence of her own Master! "A girl was not a true slave without submitting "herself" so completely!
At the airport it was a mess! I had travelled as a woman - as Master had demanded - and explaining my disguise in this era of secure travel was not easy. I had to explain myself to be a woman in a man's body - and as a "transsexual". That worked well in Boston - (Logan Airport) but less well in Dorval Airport - outside Montreal. My passport photo was as a male - and for some reason - immigration wasn't buying the fact that I was male! I must have looked quite good - but I just wanted to be able to exit customs into the secure arms of My Master. The crazy thing is - that they had me go with a woman to "prove" that I was the person in the picture! Removing my wig was not easy because it is woven into my own hair. I thought I was going to have to show her my malehood! I suppose that they feared that they could get into "gender" related legalities - so they "released me" over a half hour later than the rest of those on the plane. I was afraid that I would displease Master - but fortunately he was understanding!
I did have to pull my luggage on my own - and walk behind him in my high heels wearing my very short black dress - looking more like a hooker than a woman traveler.... I was quite embarressed when I got a very public spank on the ass as we walked through the crowded lobby of the airport and Master told me to "Hurry up and move that naughty ass!" of mine!