Rachel could not believe that she was being driven from the Las Vegas Airport in a black, stretch Cadillac. A uniformed driver was waiting for her holding a cardboard sign that said RACHEL RICHARDS. Within minutes her luggage and her small frame were whisked away from the airport to the newest hotel on the strip.
As she looked out of the tinted windows she wondered what people who were staring must be wondering about the occupant. Was it a movie star, rock idol or a fashion model? Her blue eyes blinked furiously and she smiled when she realized that the people staring had no idea that it she was a sub on her way to pleasure her Master.
Thinking back on her relationship she realized with a tinge of panic that he wrote wonderful e-mails and the few letters were humorous and the instant messages made him seem more like a friend than a Master. But what if he was cruel? In any case, she would make no mistake for he was definitely her Master.
As the Cadillac pulled up to the hotel men were there to take her luggage and one even took her directly through the lobby and to the elevator without registration while a bellhop followed with her suitcase.
"Am I supposed to check in . . ." she asked.
"It has been taken care of Ms. Richards."
She wanted to ask more questions but he stared forward at the elevator door. Within moments they were on the 50th floor. Escorted to the room the bellhop preceded her into the room only to discover that it was a suite. Suite, it was four rooms, and the bellboy showed her every convenience in the rooms.
"Are you sure this is the right room?" she asked.
Both men looked at her and nodded. She went to tip the men and they said it was taken care of. One of the men pointed to an envelope on an oval table set against the wall.
She watched the men leave and picked up the white envelope. Inside was the usual green stationery that she was accustomed to getting at various intervals in the mail.
The message was simple:
Rachel,
Freshen up and join me for a drink at the bar. Your wait is over. I am waiting for you...
Peter
Oh my God, she thought running to the mirror. She ran a comb through her hair. She tried to go to the bathroom and couldn't pee as hard as she tried. She washed her hands and once again ran to the mirror wishing that her hair was more blonde than auburn. God, why couldn't her breasts be 34 B rather than A cups? Well, he knew they were small, she thought as she smoothed the little black dress down over her frame.
Leaving the suite she realized that she didn't have a key. But she didn't care. She felt dampness between her legs and she cursed her sex. Not now, later, she thought for she had to show some control and not appear to be blathering like a little girl.
As the elevator slowed she worried about what he would think when he first saw her since they had never exchanged pictures. What would he "really" look like she thought? But then she saw him standing as she entered the bar. The man was huge, he had to be 5'6 and weigh 400 pounds. He even had moles with hair that projected from them on his chin. Her heart sank but then she saw him come towards her and THANK GOD past her to shake hands with a man that entered behind her.
Looking up from the floor she saw another man walk toward her and this time she liked what she saw. A well dressed man in a blue suit was smiling and walking straight to her. She was frozen to the floor. She could not move toward him as hard as she tried.
He looked down at her and then cupped her cheek up. She was now looking at his green eyes.
"Pleasant trip?" Peter Brazen asked.
"Yes, I couldn't believe how fast it was and the food was wonderful considering that it was airplane food and . . ."
Interrupting her he said "Need a drink." He wasn't asking her he was telling her. He guided her arm through his and took her to their table and motioned for the waitress.
"Please bring us two rum and cokes as well as a glass of iced water with lemon, please."
How did he know I was dying for a glass of water; she thought.
He put his hand on her out stretched hand and covered it.
She felt electricity run through her at his touch. This cannot be happening she thought it can't be happening but it was happening and her dampness was now wetness.
"Relax," he said. The waitress brought their drinks and he smiled at her and asked her for another round.
"Sir?" the waitress asked.
"Please do as I ask and make sure that we are not disturbed after you bring us the drinks," said Peter. He handed her some bills and the waitress snapped to attention saying, "Thank you, Sir and you will not be bothered."
Drinking the water greedily she began to calm down while he looked at her still smiling.
Anticipating her thoughts he asked, "Like what you see, Rachel?"
"Yes, I am happy, very happy, Master."
"And I like what I see, very much.” Leaning forward, he said "But I think you can call me Peter, don't you?"
'Damn, damn, damn,' she thought. "Yes Sir, I mean Peter."
"Better," he said as he drank. "Much better."
She began to drink the rum and coke and appreciated its coldness as well as the alcohol. She knew she mustn't drink too much but she felt safe with Peter, her Master.
By this time the waitress had brought their second round of drinks and she had begun chatting and had overcome her initial shyness. He listened and asked her questions about her job and her family. She realized that it was like she was talking to an old friend that she had not seen for a long time.
By now they were on their second drink and she felt the need to pee.
She started to get up but he put his hand on her arm.
"I need to go to the bathroom, Peter."
"I know," he said "but Rachel, when you are done, take off your panties and bring them to me neatly folded."
"Yes Sir," she said and he didn't correct her. She left the table feeling a slight buzz from the alcohol. Making her way to the women's bathroom she felt a little light headed but definitely was wet.
Inside the bathroom she barely noticed the gold fixtures. She found an open stall and closing it tightly she was careful to raise her black dress and slid down her black satin panties (HIS panties, she thought) and she bowed her head and urinated a steady stream.
Coming out of the stall she looked in the mirror and focused on her appearance. 'I am fine,' she thought, 'I will be fine' she thought looking at the mirror. Leaving the bathroom with the panties folded in a small square, she walked to their table and watched him stand up.
He held out his hand and she saw people watching him with his hand outstretched.
"Give what belongs to me Rachel."
Handing him the panties he smiled and put them in his inside coat pocket.
"Well, done, Rachel, well done."
"Thank you Sir," and was not corrected by Peter.
In the elevator he put his hand on her ass as if it was the most normal thing to do.
He then smiled at her and she smiled back at him as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
In the suite, he escorted her to the living room and sat her down in a chair opposite his.
"We have waited a long time for each other, haven't we?
Rachel nodded and said, "Too long, Sir, too long."
He leaned into her and said, "eternity, right?"
At first she didn't get it. "Yes, that is my perfume."
He kissed her forehead. Looking in her eyes he said, "let's review what we agreed on, shall we?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Sir. Red means stop, caution means slow down and green . . ."
"Green means . . .?" asked Peter.
"It means don't stop?"
"It also means more intensity, Rachel."
"Yes Sir, more intensity."
