Mindy stood quietly in the hall outside the hotel room door. Her whole body was quivering, in anticipation or fear she didn't know. After almost a year of interaction over the Internet she was finally going to meet him, her Master. It started as a game; she had a long time fantasy of being someone's sex slave and had met him in a chat room filled with other curious dot com'ers. The anonymity of the situation helped Mindy drop her inhibitions and tell this perfect stranger her secret desires. Amazingly enough, through this medium she was able to play out the role of being his slave spending hours in front of the computer pushing her fingers into her soft wet pussy at his command and then licking them clean.
He had named her bitch and commanded her to buy a collar to wear, which she did, and be naked and on her knees wearing that collar when they communicated on the Internet. She sent him pictures of herself; at first only pictures of her body, pictures of her wearing the collar with Master's bitch written on her stomach in black eyeliner, later any pose he demanded of her. Eventually she was giving him her phone number and when she was alone he would call her and give her the most delicious commands, which she would follow to the letter, always coming in the end after begging him for her release. She always knew when he was coming by his silence followed by his gruff "you're dismissed, cunt."
As Mindy paced in the hall, pulling at her collar, she wondered at her sanity. She wondered if she was really going to knock on that door, go into that room and let this man use her in any way he wanted. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black heels, her red collar and a trench coat. Her long brown hair was pinned atop her head and she wore a lot of black eyeliner as he had commanded. They had talked endlessly about what would happen should they ever meet. She knew what he expected of her if she walked through that door, and she knew that there would be pain and he would call her names and make her crawl. She sighed and leaned against the wall feeling the moisture pool between her legs, moistening her thighs and she pressed her legs together. Before she came they had decided on a safe word, if he was doing anything she wanted him to stop she was to use his name, at all other times she would refer to him as my Master. It was time to find out if the reality of this matched her fantasy of it and she took a deep breath and faced the door again, knocking lightly.
As the door opened she became bitch and walked inside with her head bowed. The door closed behind her and she let her coat fall to the floor and dropped to her knees. He stood behind her and her skin was covered in gooseflesh as he reached down and touched her neck, running his finger around her collar and affixing a leash to the metal ring. Her breasts rose as she sucked in her breath, the nipples taut and pointing. He pushed her down toward the floor until she was on her hands and knees, then he walked passed her and she felt the tug of the leash on her neck and quickly crawled after him.
As they entered the room she tried to look around without raising her head enough for him to notice. The room was fairly dark with a lot of candles burning, low music in the background and it was very cold. He sat in a large leather chair and leaned back opening his legs, pointing to the floor between them. She crawled between his legs and rose to her knees placing her hands behind her neck. He sat there looking at her for a long time and then reached out to her breasts, lifting and squeezing. She raised her head and looked at him. She had seen his picture before but she wasn't prepared for his eyes, cold and hard without any emotion. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and stared into her eyes. He pulled and pinched and she flinched and gasped. Suddenly he began to smack her breasts, first one and then the other, and she arched her back and moved her shoulders trying to pull her breasts away without moving.
"Pretty red little titties, bitch" he said as he reached over and picked something up she couldn't see. Turning back to her he clamped small silver bells onto each nipple, thumping each of them making them ring and shake, pulling on her burning nipple. "Shake them, bitch." He demanded as he opened his robe. Mindy shook her shoulders causing her breasts to sway and bounce, the bells tinkling prettily. He opened his robe and began to stroke his fat, fat cock and she gasped at the sight of it. She had seen pictures but in person, right here in front of her face it was even thicker than she had thought with that beautiful perfect helmet of a head and she licked her lips opening her mouth without even realizing it. "That's right, open that pretty little mouth, bitch, keep it open and keep ringing those bells." He stroked his cock, moving up in the chair so the head of his dick was just brushing against her lips. She shook her breasts and strained forward trying desperately to capture him in her mouth.
Finally he stood and pushed into her mouth, stroking in and out of her open mouth, then he reached down and grabbed her collar and pushed deep into her throat pumping his hips quick and hard. His raging hard on filled her mouth and she had to stretch her lips wide to accommodate him. He moaned and pulled back out of her mouth, stroking a few last times, arching his back as he came. Mindy moaned and writhed as his hot come hit her face, landing on her lips and cheeks and tongue, dripping down onto her chest. "Lick me clean, bitch." She eagerly complied licking his dick and balls and thighs until he pushed her back. He reached out and started rubbing his come into her face, pushing his fingers into her mouth, "nasty little whore." He slapped her lightly on the face and pointed to the bed.
Mindy dropped to her hands and knees and quickly crawled toward the bed, he was right behind her with the leash in his hand and he pulled her up so her chest was on the bed and her feet on the floor. "Spread your legs, cunt, and raise up onto your elbows so I can hear those bells." He had the smoothest voice that sounded as if it could be patient and kind, but when she glanced back at him she saw again that his face held no emotion. Mindy tingled in anticipation, knowing what was coming, finally she would feel his hands on her ass and finally she would get the spanking she had needed for so, so long. She moaned deep in her throat as the first blow landed. His hands were smooth and long, his fingers covering the span of both cheeks. He reined blow after blow onto her cheeks and the backs of her thighs and she twisted and writhed under the stinging punishment. Harder and harder he slapped and Mindy could feel the welts beginning to rise.
