Her Story

She stood outside the hotel for a few moments. Confused whether to go in or return back. It was her idea. She wanted to meet him. She wanted to be taken by him. Used by him. But the terms for the meeting were his. She knew them. And they scared her. At the same time they she felt excited.

Despite being in her early 30s, she had quickly become a successful corporate lawyer. A partnership at her law firm wasn't far off. She was ruthless and aggressive for her clients in the negotiations. However he had tamed her without meeting her or revealing himself to her. He had brought out her slutty and submissive side which she never thought existed.

But there wasn't much time to think. It was almost time. If she had to get what she wanted, she needed to decide fast. She went inside the hotel to the reception. She was dressed impressively; a white shirt, a business skirt, pearl necklace, subtle makeup, her Versace handbag. Nobody noticed her nervousness or had any doubts about her true nature. She had already booked the room a week earlier as per the instructions she had received from him. She collected the key cards and asked the front office to keep the spare one with them. It was to be provided to the business associate whenever he presented himself and they were not to be disturbed after that. She took the card and proceeded towards the suite asking the bellboy not to accompany her.

The presidential suite had its own private elevator and a separate wing on the top floor. It would give them all the privacy they needed. Nobody would know what happened there.

Nervous and excited she walked through the private wing and entered the room wondering how long she would have to wait.

She entered the Presidential suite awaiting him. To her surprise she wasn't the first one there. There was a small parcel and a printed note on it. He had been there!! She looked around searching him. But she was alone now. She had a look at the note and gasped!! She read it again!! It excited her!! Ohh the humiliation!! The risk!! She could feel a tingling in her body!!. She folded the note and kept it on the parcel. Before opening the parcel she had to clean herself.

As per the instructions in the note, she walked to the middle of the room in front of the mirror. She had a look at herself in the mirror. And she began to strip. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt. Her milky white boobs caged inside her bra were now visible. They were well developed and at 34C were the first things you would notice about her. She remove her white shirt, neatly folded it and kept it on the bed.

Next she unzipped her skirt zipper, undid the button, and slowly pulled it down and stepped out of it. After folding she placed it with her shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a female in black lace bra and panty with a hot curvy figure. The 34C white milky boobs, a 28 inch waist with a flat tummy and a round 36 inch ass. Anybody seeing her like that would beg to be in bed with her. But she knew who it was who liked to beg. And luckily for her, he knew it too.

She continued to remove her clothes, she unhooked her bra, and removed one strap from her shoulder, then the other letting the bra drop off. Having such voluptuous boobs, she was always used to wearing bras. He often asked her to sleep braless, which was often uncomfortable, but she enjoyed being commanded and doing things which pleased him.

Finally she slid down her panties, losing every bit of her clothing on her. She had waxed her crotch before coming as he had her instructed. The cold ac air made her freshly cleaned crotch shiver. Maybe it was the meeting which made it tremble more.

She stacked all her clothes in a neat pile, and went down on her hands and knees.

The note had instructed her to clean herself before presenting self to him. She crawled towards the bathroom, expecting to shower herself once inside.

She began to crawl towards the bathroom to get herself fresh and ready for him. She hated to crawl; it was one of the most difficult things she had to do once she had decided on this lifestyle. It made her realize her submissiveness more than anything else. The rough sex, the abuse, the costumes were all props to a normal life. It was the crawling which made her realize that she was a submissive, a slave to somebody, a pet bitch for her master.

The first time she crawled for him during their online sessions, she had stopped suddenly, disconnected, and refused to go online for next few days. She feared her own submissiveness. She enjoyed their online roleplays and these sessions which had just begun and turned up the excitement a few notches. But crawling for the first time made her feel she was diving inside a pit from which there would be no return. She was afraid she would lose her identity if she crawled. She would forever become somebody's owned bitch. But a part of her wanted exactly that. She remained confused for days. Finally she reasoned with herself she could stop it anytime just like the first time and she should do what makes her happy. She went back online, apologized to him. She wanted to continue feeling owned by him.

So the next time he ordered, she crawled, she got the same helpless feeling again, but she did. Not because she enjoyed the crawling, but because she enjoyed being made to do things he liked; to submit to him. From that time till today, she still felt humiliated when she crawled, but did it all the same, just for him.

So she crawled to the bathroom. Inside to her surprise was a portable pet shower. A small steel and glass container with water jets from all sides. It was already connected to the water mains. She knew what she had to do. With utter humiliation she crawled inside that small apparatus on all her fours. She barely fitted inside, she closed its door, and put her hand out to turn the machine on.

And the water streams began to hit her from all side. Cleansing her from all sides for him, to be used by him. She was being cleaned like she really was.. a pet bitch. Her humiliation levels went up a few more levels. And so did the tingling feeling in her crotch. She adjusted herself so that those jet streams hit her crotch and relieve her a bit. She knew that she wasn't allowed to touch herself without his permission. So she did the best she could do to get those cold water jets to reduce the tension in her pussy. But all it managed was to tickle her pussy and excite it even more. And the humiliation did not help it either. She was becoming more and more horny. As soon as the showers stopped after a timer of 15 minutes, she crawled outside, and dried herself while still being on all fours. Then she crawled out naked and horny. She knew she had to get ready for him.