Sandy is a big beautiful women in her mid twenties and she loves her curves. She loves food, sex, and anything kinky she can get herself into. On any given day you'll see her dressed in a long black dress, leather boots, and black lipstick. She's not gothic, she just loves to wear black.
Sandy was twenty-three when she met Tyler, a couple of years ago, in an adult chatroom for locals. Tyler was sixteen, but he lied and told everyone he was eighteen.
She was warned by her friends online not to talk to him because he was known for being kinky. He had a thing for chatting about BDSM, even though he had never experienced any part of it before. This is why she sought him out. She loved the lifestyle. Everything about it.
Now I could tell you about everything they chatted about and bore you with the details, or I can let your mind go and fast forward a couple years.
Sandy was a night manager at a local hotel, and she spent almost every night chatting with Tyler. She now knows that he lied about his age but now that he's of age, it's no longer an issue for her. The two of them added another friend to their little chats, Lisa, another big beautiful woman who, like the two of them loved chatting about the D/s lifestyle. Tyler was always the dominant one and the two girls were his submissive. This was how they all seemed to prefer it.
That's until they finally all met.
When Sandy invited them all to her hotel for a play date.
Room 220, where all of their fantasies were supposed to come true.
Sandy was the first on there, she was the one that set everything up for all of them. She picked up the wine and champagne, made sure the room was open enough for the three of them to play, and kept the door propped open so no one had to knock to get in.
It wasn't long before Lisa arrived. Her and Sandy had about 30 minutes alone to talk face to face for the first time before Tyler arrived. They had a lot in common, they had similar tastes in almost everything.
When Tyler arrived they were quite happy to see him. He looked exactly as they expected cute, skinny, and wearing all black. Their little Triad was complete.
When he first arrived he simply hugged the girls and took a seat on the bed next to them. Sandy was the good host and offered everyone a glass of wine, even though Tyler was under twenty-one. Everyone had previously agreed that they wanted alcohol tonight.
After a little bit more chatting, Sandy asked them if they were ready to play. This is when everything changed for everyone. Tyler got off the bed and stood next to the girls laying on the bed sipping on their wine.
"Ok Sandy, get up off the bed and kneel down here on the floor." Pointing at an empty space on the floor in front of him. Lisa simply smiling as she watched Sandy begin to crawl out of the bed overtop of her.
"Yes Master." Her voice rich in sarcasm as she kneels down in front of him.
"Ok, now you Lisa. Right next to her."
She smiles and places her glass down on the bed side table, and takes her place kneeling next to Sandy.
"Ok, so what should I do with you two now?"
"You're in charge Master, you tell us." Answered Sandy as if to issue a challenge to his dominance.
"Ok, Sandy, Kiss my boot."
"Yes Master." As she lowered herself down to kiss his boot.
"Good Girl!" With pride in his voice. Instantly, Sandy springs to her feet. She grabbed Tyler by the earlobe and lowered him face first into the floor.
"Did you just say good girl? Like you were talking to a dog!" Pressing his face harder into the floor with almost every word. Lisa still looking on, kneeling where she was told to.
"It was a compliment." He muttered, trying to be clear even as the carpet was burning his face.
"Do I look like I've just been fucking complimented?"
"No." Still trying to stop her from rubbing his face off.
"You don't fucking talk to a woman like that."
"I'm sorry." Shouting, hoping that she'd stop.
"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry?" Still using his earlobe to press his face harder into the floor.
"Yes! I'm Sorry!"
"You don't have a dominant bone in your fucking body. You're sorry. Yeah you're sorry alright!" As she released his ear and stood back up next to him. He stayed down afraid to get hit again.
She simply placed her foot directly next to his face.
"Kiss my boot."
"But I'm not a submissive."
This angered Sandy, she immediately kicked him in the stomach. He groaned out in pain as he curled up on the floor. She simply placed her foot down next to his face again.
"I said, Kiss my boot, bitch!"
Still holding his stomach in pain, Tyler complied. He leaned over gave her right foot a peck on the tip.
This angered Sandy even more. She leaned down and smacked him across the face. Leaving a large red mark on his cheek.
"Are you fucking kidding me! You're a fucking submissive! Now I have to be the fucking dominant! After everything you told us, here you are almost crying in a pathetic ball!"
"I'm Sorry!" Still holding his stomach in pain trying not to look at either of them.
"Yea you are sorry, asshole!" As she goes over to the table to retrieve her wine glass. She begins to take a sip as she notices Lisa still kneeling on the floor.
"What do you want?"
"To be yours Mistress." Smiling while looking up to her.
