I was trembling with fear sitting in the seat of my car. I had finally just gotten my license and was making about a 6 and a half hour drive. I had considered turning back and going home several times, the closer I got. However, the closer I was the longer the drive home would be and it was getting late. I looked at my directions, carefully pulling in to the parking lot of the hotel he told me to meet him at. More nervous then I had ever been I sat in my car closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. "Its okay, Sarah if it's not as you're expecting just drive home." I said to myself.
I looked in the side mirror tracing my face. I had straight long brown hair, past my shoulders by a couple of inches, hazel eyes, some freckles, long eyelashes. A shy innocent young girl; that is what I saw looking in the mirror. Just 18 years old, a petite vulnerable girl, not yet 100lbs, size 32 b boobs. I glanced up momentarily and saw him. There was Master. Yet again, I considered driving off, far away blocking him from my msn contact list and pretending he never existed; but I couldn't do it. It was like something was holding me back. His words were tattooed in my mind; he was an addiction, like a force I couldn't peel myself away from.
As he walked toward my car I tried to read the expression on his face; he wasn't excited, but it wasn't angry either he looked stern. Not a single smile crossed his face. His stride was powerful and dominating. Master didn't look at me, he looked right through me.
Over a year of being his slave, and this was the first time meeting him. Before Master, I was a virgin. An innocent girl who dragged my mom to Church with me, a girl who prayed every night and was afraid to touch myself. In some ways I was still that fearful innocent girl, and I still hadn't had sex with anyone, but Master had taught me how to play with myself, and he watched me as I did it. He taught me pleasure, I never knew existed. Questions in my mind screamed: was I ready for this?
But Master didn't care. He opened the car door and grabbed my arm roughly pulling me out of my seat. "Hi Sir." I said smiling, trying to set a good first impression even though I was nervous and shaking. Master grabbed my jaw with his index finger and thumb, and then gently slapped my face. "Did I say you could speak slut?" He said holding my arm tightly pulling me like the toy he said I was. I kept up with his pace as we checked into our hotel room. He held the keys to the door and though that worried me slightly I kept quiet in my submissive nature. As he opened the door he pushed me in the room, stumbling trying to stay standing. But Master wasn't content so he pushed me again and I fell to the ground. I stayed there looking at the ground, glancing up at him once or twice, fearfully.
I was wearing a white blouse with a black bra and jeans with a black thong that had little pink bows on each side. Clutching my car keys sitting on the floor Master bent down to my level and tore open the top couple buttons of my blouse completely breaking the top three buttons off. Next, he grabbed my car keys from my hands, I tried to grip onto them for my comfort but he grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so he could see my fear, then he spat in my face. I was already degraded and humiliated before my pants had even come off as he tore the car keys away from my fingers.
