When I crossed the door, the Hound greeted me grinning: "Welcome, Sir!"
Of course, as the slave she is, she was completely naked, a tuft of hair above her pussy lips, the stainless steel collar shining on her neck.
She was standing behind a blindfolded, young woman, holding her hands from behind.
I looked at the slim, tall, naked body in shock.
The Hound had promised that she would deliver me a cute girl to train, inexperienced in the SM ways, but I wasn't expecting this.
I extended a hand and I pinched hard a nipple of her prey: I thought of how many times I had desired to caress the large but elegant breasts of this very girl.
She moved backward, letting a little cry through her red, full lips, looking lost, but h (this is how I christened the Hound, the first time I met her) pushed her back, toward me, and her supple back arched.
Through the mask, I could see her cheeks flushing, shy under the hand of a man supposedly unknown.
I let my hand slip between her leg, inside her tastefully trimmed pubis.
My two fingers met resistance, but then slipped inside easily. Her wetness betrayed the excitement. Despite her resistance, after all, she had chosen to be here.
I took her chin on my hand and turned gently her neck and I looked at the tattoo made of concentric circles on her nape.
There could be no mistake, this was Jia indeed.
My hand moved more arrogantly into her tight hole, she let out another little cry.
Maliciously, the Hound let the blindfold fall and Jia stared at me, more shocked than I had been before because she was now helpless under my hands.
"No!" She whispered, her eyes full of tears.
The Hound handcuffed her swiftly and pushed her to the floor. Then she unzipped my trousers and let my dick out.
For a brief moment, it swung in front of Jia's mouth, and then h kept her mouth open and I slipped in. When she tried to escape, the Hound just pushed her head against my groin, without giving her respite. h looked at me, happy, looking for approval. I smiled back, while I navigated with my cock inside Jia's throat.
After a while, she stopped resisting, and while still struggling, she accepted that I was entitled to use her mouth as I pleased. Her eyes, brimming with tears, expressed no more resistance, but simply asked for mercy.
Now it was time to reward the Hound.
I pushed Jia away, I sat on a chair, and I let Hound come near me on her four, like an obedient dog, and I let her swallow my dick with her hungry mouth.
While she performed her duty with enthusiasm (I occasionally encouraged her by whipping her ass with the riding crop that I conveniently found next to the chair), I looked at Jia, defeated, squatting on the floor, the lipstick smeared around her chin and cheeks.
She made a lovely figure, but still rather different from the sophisticated Miss I used to meet at the coffee shop on the ground floor of my office's building.
After a few casual encounters, we had gotten acquainted and I had dated her a couple of times.
She seemed to enjoy my company, but she played hard to get, making sure I didn't think she was like any other Chinese girl I had bedded.
While she liked my compliments, she avoided being touched and hadn't allowed me, after dinner, even the chastest kiss.
Now she was there, in front of me, her mouth already violated, unsure of what to expect next.
We looked at each other in the eyes, and I could see defeat and fear in hers: I could see that she was reading my mind and that she could see I was reflecting on how a possible girlfriend, maybe even a wife, to be introduced to family and friends, had turned into a prey, a toy, to be used and then discarded, when I was going to get bored.
Her precious body, that she had saved from me when I took her to expensive restaurants and bars, that she had hidden and at the same time made more desirable by stylish clothes, tasty jewels, and careful makeup, was now bare in front of me, and only her most basic sexual attributes - her boobs, her ass, her pussy - could win my interest.
I whipped h hard: the poor girl moved contortedly. She hadn't done anything wrong, but I wanted Jia to see her ass striped, and imagine what was going to happen to her white, almost translucent skin.
Jia stood, her movements made clumsy by the tied hands, and headed to the door, trying desperately to escape.
Did she really wanted to leave the hotel room, naked, with her tied hands? Did she have a story ready to tell to a possible rescuer?
I challenged her and I opened the door.
She rushed out. Standing in front of the door, I called by the leash the Hound next to me, and I let her suck again my dick.
I love her eagerness to please me which makes her a valuable slave.
Few moments passed. I caressed the h's thick black mane, and she smiled like a happy pet, but still, I could read a puzzled expression in her eyes.
Why I had let Jia go?