Kitten 19

"Meet me in the bar of the downtown Marriott at 8. Wear a dress, at or above the knee, NO panties, open toed shoes. I'll be waiting." She read his message to herself aloud after her phone pinged with the familiar sound that she assigned her Sir. She always tried to be responsive for her Sir, she knew he appreciated, and had come to expect that of her.

"Yes, Sir" she had replied, as a shiver ran up her spine with anticipation for what she knew was to come.

They had just spoken online up until now. He was the introduction into the world of BDSM that she was so curious about. More than curious - she hungered for it, craved it. She thought about it every time she was sexual. She couldn't avoid the longing, the need, or the hunger. It was finally time to act.

They had agreed to take it slowly. She was nervous and wasn't sure if he was crazy so she had asked for their first time to be gentle and they would work their way up in intensity. They had been speaking for over a year. She trusted her virtual Sir. They just needed to make sure that it would be the same in person.

She carefully got into the taxi, dressed in a red and black corset back dress that ended just above the knees, no panties and open toed heels. Her fear of the dress riding up in the breeze was evaded as she closed the door with relief. Her stomach was fluttering with anticipation and desire. She could smell the scent of her arousal fill the back of the cab and felt extremely vulnerable as she anxiously looked at her phone - 7:42.

She would be on time, if not even a little early. As the ride began, she wondered what he would have in store for her. They had agreed to meet in a public place first, then move to a bedroom, before he would finally take her to his dungeon.

She'd told her friends and family that she was going on a work trip for a week. It was a lie. She would belong to her Sir for an entire seven days to be used however he saw fit. She stared out the window of the cab and let her mind drift to how this all began. Just a simple conversation, barely even flirting until that word appeared on her screen...Dom.

Her body had shivered involuntary and her pussy knew she was in trouble. Their conversation had continued "normally" for a while after that. She had tried to be good. She had tried to hold back. She had typed and deleted "Sir" a hundred times until the final nail was driven.

He'd said it, another word she didn't know could affect her so deeply. But with that one word world changed forever...Kitten. He couldn't hear her moan aloud every time she read it, but each time, she became more and more his.

The cab jolted and she was shaken from her reverie. She looked anxiously at her phone again - 7:54. The cab was one block away now and she couldn't stand the overwhelming scent of her arousal mixed with the nervousness that the cab driver smelled it just as much as she could.

"Here is fine" she said as she pulled more than enough cash out of her wallet to pay the driver. She stepped out onto the curb and looked back at the car to ensure that her arousal hadn't made the seat wet. She took a few steps and felt truly naked without an overnight bag.

He told her she wouldn't need one and to bring nothing outside of her phone, wallet and what he would have her wear. She made her way over to the hotel, feeling the cool breeze as she walked and realized the fault in leaving the cab hastily. She tried with everything in her to hold her dress down, but it finally lifted, Marilyn Monroe style causing a panicked shriek to leave her mouth.

She quickly brought the dress down and looked around, making eye contact with more than a couple of people who noticed. She felt herself turning bright red as her pussy started to drip down her leg. She quickly bunched her dress up into her right hand and made her way up the hotel steps and into the lobby - 7:58.

She sighed in relief as she looked around for the bar. She walked towards it and saw him. He was exactly how she imagined. He was wearing a dress jacket, shirt, and pants, smiling as he chatted with the bartender. Once he noticed her, his smile turned into a look of hunger.

Moved by some unknown force, she walked towards Him. She smiled nervously and he nodded his head in her direction, stood and walked up to her, meeting her halfway and finally captivating her with his beautiful smile. He immediately opened his arms and embraced her, breaking all the awkwardness that she had built up in her head. "Come... take a seat" he said, gripping her hand and guiding her to a seat next to him.

He put his hand gently on her knee and made small talk, asking her how she was and working to show her that she was safe and that she could trust him. She felt like she was with a friend she'd known forever. He was warm and kind, they shared drinks and laughter, and genuinely enjoyed each others company.

Finally, he slipped his hand discreetly up her dress. Feeling the heat of her flesh and the moisture that coated her skin, the sound he made was nearly a growl. Closing his eyes briefly to compose himself, he said, "Make your first response red, yellow, or green." Her stomach flipped at both his command and his care for her, then he spoke again.

"Are you ready to go up?" The word was on her lips, but her brain was captured by his stare, so her impatient and shamefully wet pussy answered for her, "Green Sir". His smile signaled clear pleasure and she shuddered at the thought of what was about to happen. She gulped as her body moved on its own accord. Her nerves briefly flared until her pussy reminded her who she was...Kitten.