It started innocently enough I just never thought it would go as far as it did. I became acquainted with Suzanne through a popular erotic story website. In my spare time I write erotic fiction and Suzanne provided feedback on a few stories I wrote. She said she like my stores and wanted to know when I was writing more.
We corresponded for several weeks and I found out a few things about her. She was married but her husband wasn't into BDSM. That was too bad I thought because really seemed to enjoy sex and bondage, especially if she was being possessed and used by a dominant stranger.
I enjoyed our correspondence and one day Suzanne said she was going out of town on a visit and probably wouldn't check e-mail for several days. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she would be visiting a city that was only about 50 miles away from where I lived. I replied back to her that she would be close to where I lived and jokingly added that I may run into her.
Suzanne e-mailed back that I would definitely run into her if I came to the airport Hilton lounge at 7pm on Tuesday. I thought that was an obvious invitation and replied back that I would see her there. I'm not sure why I did that, I wasn't looking to cheat on my wife or anything but I guess that I was curious.
On Tuesday it was easy to give an excuse to get away from my wife. I regularly work long and odd hours so I just called her from work and told her that I would have to stay late because of some problem we were having.
I went to the lounge early, I wanted to be there when she walked in so I could get a good look at her. Suzanne gave me her description and I recognized her as soon as she walked in. I was surprised to see that she was truthful about how she looked since there are so many fakes on the internet. She was 5'6", had short auburn hair, beautiful green eyes and small perfect breasts just like she described, and I was immediately attracted to her. I had to have her, I thought to myself.
I stood and said her name and she came over and said "Is it you Sir?"
She always called me Sir in our e-mails and I enjoyed that. I never gave her my full name because she seemed to enjoy the mystery of not knowing. We made small talk for a short time and had a few drinks. I don't really remember much of what was said because I was thinking the whole time about how I could do to her the things that I wrote about in my stories.
She asked me if I would like to come up to her room for a drink and I jumped at the chance and said yes. When we got to her room she showed me in and got me a drink. She then stood there before me with her head down and said, "Is there anything else I can do for you Sir?"
I thought about it for a moment and realized that this was not going to be a simple one-night stand. Suzanne wanted me to take her like the women I wrote about in my stories. She craved it, she wanted to be used and possessed by me, a virtual stranger. I reached down and put my hand under her chin to raise her head. I looked into her beautiful green eyes as I ran my hand along her cheek then I moved my hand slowly back along the side of her face.
Suddenly I reached back and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back and said "Are you ready to be my slut?" She looked at me with wide-eyed surprise and didn't say anything. I said, "Answer me. Are you ready to be my slut?"
Suzanne finally said in a low voice, almost a whisper, "yes"
"Yes what?" I said firmly. Again no answer. I gave her a swat on the ass, not hard, but definitely a message. "Yes what?"
After a moment, she looked at me still in surprise and whispered, "Yes, Master."
"That's right, I am your Master. And what does that make you?" I asked as I peeled off her top. In a moment her bra joined her top on the floor. Suzanne's breasts were gorgeous, small and round with perfect nipples that were rock hard and dying to be tormented, just like she wrote in her e-mails.
"I'm ... I'm ... your slave." she whimpered.
"Damn right you are, slut." I slipped her skirt over her thighs and down to the floor. Her panties followed, exposing her pussy to me for the first time. "And what are you going to do for me?"
"Anything you want", she moaned as I ran my fingers between her legs.
I landed a second slap, this time a little harder, on her bare ass cheek. It left a little red mark. "Get it right, slut. What are you going to do for me?"
"Anything you want, Master." This was getting serious and we both knew it.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again as I gave her a hard deep kiss. She melted into me. I released her hair and said "Play with your breasts for me, pinch your nipples and get them nice and hard".
"Yes Master", she said and did as I commanded.
I couldn't believe it! I was standing there watching her play with her breasts for my pleasure and I was getting so turned on. My wife and I occasionally roleplay and have had Master/Slave night several time since we've been together. I had always wondered what it would be like to dominate someone other than my wife though, and now I was loving it. This only fueled my fire for more control. I grabbed her pussy roughly; she was dripping wet! Apparently we were both getting into this.
"What's this?" I said.
"It's my pussy Master," she said almost in a whisper.
"No it's not!" I said as I smacked her hard on the ass again. "Who's pussy is this?" I said as I rubbed my hand between her legs.
"It's your pussy, Master." She said.
"Damn right it is slut". I said.
"Now rub it," I said. She went to work on herself with right away, one hand on her clit and the other squeezing a breast, Suzanne gave in to her desire and masturbated wildly in front of me.
In no time at all, she was moaning and close to orgasm. "Do you like that? Does that make you want to cum?"
"Yes Master."
"If you cum without my permission, I will punish you. Do you understand slut?"
No answer, I landed a slap across her face. "Answer me slut," I said as she let out a yelp.
"Yes Master." She said.
"Now ask," I said.
"May I please cum for you Master?" she said with a voice that sounded like defeat. I gave my consent and she did as I commanded. Suzanne stood, completely naked in the middle of the room, masturbating herself to orgasm while I watched. I thought that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me now.
"You're my slut now. You'll do what I say, when I say, where I say, to whom I say without question. Do you understand?"