Development of love relationships

After a long conversation, I became close to Edward. Confident polite, friendly and patient, which was much more than you would say about many men on the internet. Edward was divorced and was as disillusioned with women as I was with men. We have a common topic for conversation. Soon we began a constant exchange of e-mails. Our conversations in the messenger dragged on for hours. Edward comforted me during stressful days and suggested films that we could watch with him. Soon I began to trust him more than my closest friends. Edward was interested in my affairs, listened to my revelations, shared his experiences. I fell in love with this man and dreamed of meeting him.

It's been about a year since our first contact. During one conversation, we began to discuss our sexual interests, intimate topics and hidden desires.

Edward jokingly said that he dominates sex. I knew right away that this was the man I was looking for.

 I told Edward that I needed a strong and powerful man who could provide for his beloved woman. But I always come across some losers. I am ashamed to say this, but in my sexual fantasies, I dream of being a submissive woman in the unconditional power of my partner, who will force me into humiliated submission.

Sir Edward told me that he is an experienced master and he is looking for a new slave. He wanted a woman who would offer herself entirely to him and would live with him under tight control, not as a legal wife, but as a strictly limited sex slave.

If I agreed, then he would have kept me in a long strict restraint - for an indefinite period, until the end of my life.

This thought fascinated me. I felt a strange tingling sensation in my crotch. My pussy began to get wet intensely.

Thoughts of total control have always been my dream. Before, I only dreamed about it and played with myself. Now, in the short term, I have the opportunity to fulfill my dream, to look at wonderful things, to truly experience them. I felt like I was on a roller coaster. I was afraid of the approaching turn, but I still liked the pace with which I was moving forward. It was a dizzying feeling.

I had little money to pay bills and rent an apartment, my money savings were running out. A successful modeling or acting career, I could not build. All love relationships with men failed, and my American visa was also expiring. I had to go back home to Brazil, shamefully telling my friends that I did not manage to build my life in America.

After many sleepless nights, and many pros and cons, I wrote to Edward.

- I agree to be your female slave...

Edward was delighted with my answer. He said to wait for further instructions.

He also voiced for me several of his requirements, which I had to unconditionally fulfill:

 - Call him "Sir Edward" or "Mr. Edward"

- Send him your selfie photo daily.