I've been here before...where you are expecting a hookup, but he never shows up. I used to get really disturbed by it, but finally learned that "That's just the way it is!!" Sometimes he shows up, and sometimes he doesn't.
I had refused to give him my address because, for some reason, I expected a problem. No, there wasn't anything illegal about what I had done or what we had talked about doing. He was a consenting adult as am I. But still, I was unusually nervous.
Probably doesn't matter anyway! He is unlikely to show up.
"I'm almost to your exit...be there in 5 minutes. Where do I go from there?"
I sent the directions to him, without the house address. I don't know why, but I was still reluctant to give him my address. Stupid, I know. "Park behind the blue Nissan. Come in the front door."
A pickup truck slows in front of my house and turns into the driveway. I am truly surprised he actually showed up as I peek out the blinds to see what I can about him.
But then, I am looking through the blind...he is in the truck, but doesn't get out. I send him a text. "You made it!" Just in case he isn't sure he has the right house.
Finally, after what seemed like 5 minutes, he gets out of the truck, and walks to the front door. I open it just as he is about to knock.
We had chatted about what to do after he arrives. In fact, he suggested that he strip immediately, and I properly collar him and put the wrist and ankle restraints on.... but rather than tell him that, I insisted that I would give him instructions at that time. I had time to think about it, and decided that we would first review the rules we had agreed on. Then, based on some suggestions from an internet search I had done, I would take complete control, and inspect him just as any prospective owner would inspect goods prior to purchase. I actually had a script, of sorts, that I expected to use.
All went pretty much as I expected so far. He was stripped of shirt, shoes and socks. I am sure I appeared very sure of myself, inspected the goods, made appropriate comments on his body. Next was to get him harnessed. After removing his pants, I inspected his dick and balls. Held them like a melon at the grocery, and made appropriate comments. He has a really nice dick...not huge, but he was nicely hung. Then to put the harness on. It was a rope harness that I found on the internet, with instructions on how to put it on. I even tried it on myself before he arrived, so I would have some idea of how it worked.
I then covered the various positions that I expected him to know...Inspect, Rest, Kneel, Head Up.
During all of this time, he made almost no comments. He only spoke when asked a question, never questioned anything I had him do [all were within our agreement].
Wait for part 3. I promise to finish it tomorrow.