Your name is Anne. You only know me as N. Or Sir. You want...no, need, a Master.
You emailed me after reading one of my stories and said you had a boyfriend but he didn't understand your needs. You thought, from reading my tale, that I do understand what you crave. That I may be the Master you seek.
You asked my age and I told you the truth.You are so much younger than me but you are keen to learn and it doesn't seem to be a problem for you.
Maybe this is because you have a maturity beyond your years. You have already told me of your political and academic interests as well as your desire to be controlled, to be punished, as your Master so wishes.
Boys of your age are just that. Boys. They may turn your head. You may get wet when you think of their limbs entwined with yours. But you know that, ultimately, most cannot stimulate you mentally. Nor do they have an inkling how to use you. Deep down, you know you need to be dominated and you need to find someone to lead you along this path.
Your only experience, so far, is someone who spanks you before fucking you. You tell me you love this.
I feel envy towards this man. But maybe he has awoken something in you and I am the one to take you further.
If I think you are ready.
Are you ready Anne? Do you think you are worthy of being my submissive little slut?
You obeyed me when I suggested you experiment with a leather belt.
Your response certainly showed promise.
"After reading your email i went upstairs and belted my hand a few more times to think of the feel, then i masturbated with a video cam i have hooked up to my TV so i could watch my cunt seep juice as i fingered it. i came really hard thinking of it too! and thinking of u strapping my bum"
I have already set you some tasks to perform. Even though you were not entirely successful, you showed great willingness to learn and it amused me that not only was a failure because my test aroused you so much, but that the punishment aroused you even more. You may have higher thresholds than you think.
You show great potential and I have decreed we should meet.
You may leave the arrangements to me. All you need do is turn up as and when instructed and ready to be obedient.
You will arrive wearing your shortest skirt and tight T shirt. No bra. It is important that everyone sees your nipples sticking out when you meet me. They will assume I am your daddy and I will make great show of how I'm taking you to my room to discipline you. They will hear me reprimand you. They see you, looking nervous.
In the elevator you will allow me to put my hand up your skirt and play with your bottom, inserting a finger between your buttocks. You will wriggle for me, breasts jiggling. It matters not that the bellboy watches. Perhaps I will allow him to lift your shirt and play with your nipples. Would you like that? This young boy having the freedom to play with you?
And this was exactly how our meeting began.