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Chapter 1
It had finally come. The day was finally here. The day I would finally meet my Sir. Oh how I had waited for this day. Many restless nights has come prior to this wonderful event. I thought to myself, “Finally, after all these months of chatting online as well as on the phone to this Master who takes my breath away. Finally, tonight we meet.”
I was so full of anticipation thinking about this man who drove me wild even in my dreams, that I was unable to sleep the previous night. All I was able to do was continuously read the directions I had received in that precious e-mail a little over two weeks ago. It simply said, “Wyndham Bristol Place, 950 Dixon Road, Room 314. Wait for me there. I will be there by 6pm.” I read this e-mail so many times that I had it memorized by heart.
As I paced around my apartment waiting for an appropriate time to leave, I soon realized I would be restless until I was actually there waiting for him. And so I left at dawn. I knew the drive there was only about 3 hours, but I knew I would be content no place else but there waiting. Behind the wheel of my Dodge Intrepid thoughts flooded my head. “Wow, I can’t believe this is happening,” I said to myself. “An entire weekend with my Sir.”
The thoughts of possible upcoming events brought smiles to my face. With those smiles also came arousal. With my imagination running wild, the 3-hour trip seemed like nothing. As I pulled my car into the hotel parking lot, butterflies filled my stomach. I turned off the car and pulled my keys out of the ignition. Reflecting on thoughts of excitement my Sir and I had shared online, I knew this encounter would far surpass anything I could ever imagine. After recollecting my composure I finally opened the car door and placed my feet on the pavement. It was a crisp autumn morning. The air was fresh and clean. The leaves an array of colors both on the ground and in the trees, were softly blowing in the wind. The wind made me aware of the effect of the sexual thoughts I had on the drive to the hotel.
“I hope to never shed my Master,” I thought to myself.
And with that I popped the trunk and gathered my bags bringing them into the hotel lobby with me. The sun was shining in my face and I welcomed the warmth. As I entered the hotel lobby the smell of food reminded my empty stomach that I had not eaten anything since I left that morning. I approached the lobby desk and set my bags down on either side of myself.
“Room 314 please,” I said to the clerk.
The clerk, a young man in his late teens preceded to hand me my plastic room key and I flashed him a smile and said, “Thank you.”
He blushed as his dark brown eyes immediately looked towards his feet. I then picked up my bags, smiling to myself at how a smile could make a young man feel so vulnerable. I then walked to the elevator across the lobby and pushed the button. As I waited patiently for the elevator, I looked at the steel door and studied my reflection. My curly blonde hair, tousled from the wind, was up in a loose bun with ringlets that had fallen out scattered across the sides of my face. My vivid blue eyes were wide with excitement. I thought to myself, “I hope I am everything my Sir wants me to be.”
Just then the elevator door parted, inviting my entrance. I stepped inside the doors and pushed the #3 button. While waiting for the doors to re-open, thoughts once again flooded my imagination. I felt the wetness between my legs grow. The audible “ding” of the elevator snapped my subconscious back to reality. Opening my eyes, unaware of when I had closed them in the first place, I clenched my bags and proceeded to walk down the hall in search of room 314.
“310, 312, there we go… Room 314.”
I set my bags down and placed the plastic card in the key slot. Then pulling it back out, I watched and waited for the little lights to turn green welcoming me entry. I then pushed the door handle down, and walked inside. Looking around, I examined the room. There was one large bed to the right with white linens, with a side table to the left of it. A dresser to the left, with a TV placed on top of it and straight ahead a small kitchen. Off of the kitchen was a door, which I figured to be the bathroom. And I was correct. I placed my bags on top of the bed and sat besides them. Caught up in my own thoughts of meeting my Sir, I was snapped back into reality by the grumbling sound of my stomach.
After unpacking my bags I decided to prepare myself for our first encounter. I walked into the bathroom and started the bath water. I slowly undressed myself in front of the mirror, watching piece after piece of clothing fall to the floor.
“I sure hope Sir finds me appealing,” I said to myself.
And with that I finished undressing and stepped into the water. “Mmmm… The water is just the way I like it.”
After soaking for a bit I decided to start preparing myself. I took hold of my shaver and shaved the entire lengths of my legs, making them silky smooth. I then began to later my sex with shaving cream. Slowly and carefully, I ran the razor over my lips, until I was completely bare. After I was satisfied, I smiled and thought “Sir would be most pleased. I know he likes me this way.”
I then pulled the plug to the bathwater and started the showerhead. As the water cascaded down my body, I grew more and more eager for my Sir to arrive. I picked up my shampoo, opened the cap and smelled it.
“I hope Sir likes this fragrance.”
It was the smell of raspberries. After lathering it into my hair, I let the water wash it out. I then turned off the shower and wrung the excess water out my hair. After opening the shower curtain, I reached for a towel. Soon after drying myself, I wrapped it around my supple body, and walked into the main room. While laying my clothes on the bed, my stomach again growled. I looked at the clock. 12:30.
“I have time to eat,” I thought.
I sat down next to the phone and dialed the 4-digit number for room service. I went ahead and ordered a chicken Caesar salad. With 40 minutes until it arrived I went ahead with getting ready. I decided to prepare my nails next. I took out my nail file and began to file my nails into perfect curves. When satisfied, I then moved onto my toes. When pleased with their final shape, I took out my bottle of nail polish. It was a deep red. The same color of the dress I planned on wearing upon my Sirs arrival later that evening. I slowly and delicately painted my finger and toenails to perfection.
While waiting for them to dry, there was a knock at the door. It was room service. “Finally,” I said. I opened the door and asked if the young man if he could place it in the dresser for me, due to my nails being wet. I gave him my thanks and then re-closed the door.
When fully sure that my nails were dry I decided to eat. I stayed in my towel for fear of soiling my dress. I flipped on the TV and ate my salad. Caught up in the dramatic movie I had stumbled upon, I lost track of time. Peering over at the clock, it read 4:16.
“Oh, no!” I cried. “Sir will be here soon, I must get ready!”
With that, I jumped up and began getting dressed. I slipped on my matching lacy black lingerie, and then slipped into my dress. It was a simple red dress, with a low v-cut neckline and a low back. The length of the dress went to about a few inches below my knee, but had a slit up the side that went to about mid-thigh. It clung enough to me to accent my waist and give me an hourglass shape. It hugs all the right places to show off my figure. “Enough to keep them interested,” is how I liked to think of it. Then came the matching shoes. An open toed, red, two-inch heel. It gave my 5’1” frame a little more height, but not to the point of my feet hurting later in the evening.
As I checked myself over in the full-length bathroom mirror, I said to myself, “You look cute. Now, what to do with this hair.”
I expertly pulled my curly hair up into an elegant bun letting a ringlet curl on each side border my face. Simple and elegant. Just the way I wanted it. Finally, I added a tad of makeup to accentuate my features and applied perfume to my neck and wrists. After that… All I could do was sit and wait. I looked over at the clock again. 5:30. Waves of butterflies flooded my stomach, sending chills up and down my spine. I turned the TV back on hoping to distract my thoughts, but I was unsuccessful.
And so I waited. The minutes seemed like hours. The saying “A watched clock never ticks,” became very apparent at that point. As the time drew closer, my excitement grew. And finally as the clock struck 6, there was a light knock on the door. Sir was always on time. I rushed to the door, and kneeled beside it opening the door. Sir always wanted me on my knees at his feet. Sir walked into the room, and gently shut the door behind him. I stared at the carpet for what seemed like hours, for fear of seeing disgust and rejection in his eyes. Those first few moments seemed like an eternity and then he spoke.
“Hello my little one.”
“Hello Sir,” I replied.
As I sat there on my knees I could feel his eyes studying me. I finally dared to look up at my Sirs face, and I saw a warm smile. Overjoyed with his reaction, I, too, smiled.
“My little one, have you ever realized how beautiful you are when you smile?”
Again, I smiled and said nothing, staring at the floor. I could feel the color deepening in my cheeks.
“Stand up for me please,” Sir said.
I quickly rose to my feet, still staring at the floor. Although only 5’6” I could feel his presence towering over me, yet, it was a warm inviting feeling. Tilting my chin up towards him, I looked into my Sirs eyes. They were a greenish-brown, and in them I could see compassion, love, and admiration. He then leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. He then held out his arms and enveloped me into a warm hug which I welcomed.
“Thank you for coming my pet. How are you feeling my little one?”