Your emailed instructions were clear. "Meet me at our usual place at 2pm today. Wear My collar. Your attire should be chosen to please no one except me."
I knew what that meant. Skirt, blouse, hose or thigh highs, nothing else.. except for Your collar. Wearing it in public still made me feel like everyone was noticing it, staring at it and wondering if I was crazy, kinky, or both. The truth was that even though its noticeable, few probably even noticed it or knew it's purpose. But I did, and that's the only thing that mattered. When I wore it, I was Yours. No questions, no reservations.
At 1:30 pm, I finished dressing, closed Your collar around my neck, and made the drive to meet you. I arrived at 1:45. A bit early, but I knew better than to be late. Being late meant incurring your wrath, and that is something I wanted to avoid at all costs. Not because it meant real punishment.. that isn't your style. Even though I referred to it as wrath.. it involved nothing more dangerous than significantly more teasing and prolonged satisfaction of my needs. My needs, as well as my need to please you. The thought of any unnecessary extension of the normally delayed pleasure you provided me with was unbearable. I had never met anyone else who could protract my need so effectively, much to my delight and dread.
I locked my car and walked to the lobby of the hotel. You had stayed the previous night. The second part of your instructions made my heart pound as I entered and approached the front desk. "When you arrive, tell the desk clerk that you have come to please your Master. He will call me and I will come down to get you." The stunning 30-something behind the desk smiled and said hello in greeting before noticing Your collar and giving me a knowing look. His smile and sly tone revealed his knowledge of my purpose here. "May I help you, Miss?"
My mouth went dry and I tried in vain to steady my voice as I barely whispered "I have come to please my Master."
His smile expanded wickedly and he said, "Excuse me? I couldn't hear you. How may I help you?"
My eyes implored him not to make me repeat myself, but he simply stood there, waiting for my response. Well, I thought, I already said it once...taking a deep breath and willing my voice to project a bit more, again, I said "I have come to please my Master."
The middle aged couple checking in beside me with another clerk shot me a series of very puzzled looks as my clerk dialed the phone.
Speaking more loudly than necessary, he said into the phone, "Sir? Yes, this is the front desk. I am calling to inform you that Your slut has arrived."
A pause, and then, "Yes, I'll tell her. You are most welcome."
Hanging up the phone and addressing me now, he said, "He will be down to retrieve you shortly. He asks that you wait on the couch there." pointing to a sitting area nearby.