This story was made for a very very good friend of mine.
This story, is of course, fiction.
------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------
I stand outside the busy Los Angeles hotel, trying to catch my final breaths before entering the overly bright lobby room. The atmosphere was a hectic free for all, and my body seemed to be frozen in time while the busy worker bees, high fashion models, and business owners came flooding in and out of the crystal revolving doors.
"Damn, he sure does know how to make an impression", I whispered underneath my breath. There was no need for whispers though, I could have screamed the words and no one would have heard a sound. I loved the busy night life. It kept me unnoticed. All of my life I have dealt with peoples stares and comments. People always told me I can turn heads in any situation, which of course, was all too true. Standing at 5'8 without my bulky combat boots on, I was always just a tad taller than everyone I knew; including some guys. I was always extremely skinny for my age and height, but had small yet irresistible curves. My black eyes were covered by sultry gray contacts that always made the size of my eyes look 10x bigger. A perfect doll look. My facial features are unlike any African-American I have ever known. Shapely, pouty lips that currently had a light, red lipstick accenting the red colors in my outfit. Full round cheeks that made me look about 3 years younger than I really was, bright British red eyeshadow covered my smokey gray eyes, and my extreme volume hair that bounced and swayed with each step. Now, with being as eccentric as me, my daily outfits would be incomplete without a bright vibrant hair color. Most of my hair was a jet black, but my bangs, which always had a way of covering my eyes, had a very neon pink streak along with some streaks intertwined in the back and sides of my hair. My small, but perky chest was pushed upward by a steel, black and red striped corset top. Long beaded and metal jewelry hung from my neck, bringing extreme attention to my breasts. My legs had fishnets on, with a short pleaded black skirt and knee high combat boots that had around a 5 inch heel. A bomb-shell of a different style,with the attitude to match. At the age of 18, I'm sure that I turn more heads than any girl older than myself. I have never actually been apart of a Master-Slave relationship, but I have always gotten off on the idea of someone owning me. Using me as their little fuck toy. Today I finally get to meet my master of 6 months.
"No need to wait any longer"
Trying to give myself a final boost to walk into the lobby.
I hold my red bag to my side, and push though the crystal revolving door into the very crowded room. I push past the giggly blonde girls, the stuck up business men, and the confused tourists until I reached to the front desk. I taped my hand on the desk with my very heavy rings waiting for someone to notice my presents.
"Hello mam', may I help you?", A somewhat built, young man had walked over to my aid.
"Yes, you can. Has Robert arrived yet? Robert Bennett?"
"Yes he has. Are you Anne?" His mouth trailed a little on the last word, examining my body without any restrain. I coughed to get his attention back to my face, which seemed to only make things worse.
"That's me", I said, flashing a smile to hide my dissatisfaction of being his eye candy for the moment. "Do you know his room number?"
"Room 231. Here is a key he left for you. Enjoy the stay"
I took the key from his hands before he was able to say his final goodbyes, and rushed to the elevator behind me. I pressed the up arrow, probably 6 more times than I should have. My heart was racing and my body was ready to see him. When, what seemed like an eternity later, the doors finally opened and I rushed in with my head down trying to avoid any conversations with anyone that could get me sidetracked. I didn't even notice anyone was in the elevator until I felt a warm, strong hand cover my mouth from behind. I struggled and tried to scream but my sounds were muffled my the intense force of him holding me. His other hand was wrapped around my waist holding me close to him.
"Quiet Anne. You wouldn't want anything to happen to you ..."
A voice that instantly made my cunt drip with excitement. My body relaxed but my heart rate increased as I let my body melt into his. He chucked lightly, as he knew what my mind was thinking.
"Yes its me. Now Anna, do you know whats happening to you tonight?"
His voice became stern, like he was my father. I shook my head yes, saying a yes master into his hand.
"You know I'm going to hurt you? I'm going to shove myself deep inside any hole I choose. I'm going to choke you, hit you, and hopefully make you cry. Do you understand that once we step outside of this elevator, you have no more say as to what happens to you little body..."
His voice became almost a whisper as he rubbed my tits, all the way down to the inside of my legs. The heat inside of my tight cunt grew, and I could feel my wetness starting to come down my legs. I grew weak as his words brought me close to hyperventilation. The shorter my breaths got, the more he would speak. Teasing me. Using me as his play toy. When we arrived to the floor of his room, he picked me up and carried me into his room. The sight was immaculate. Breathtaking to say the least. I could see all of the city from the view, but my eyes were focused on something even more beautiful. Bright emerald green eyes stared deep into mine. Eyes so expressive, no human can look at them without their heart skipping a beat. Woman or man. His hard facial features looked as if someone made him out of pure marble. His skin was extremely pale in contrast to my creamy yet dark completion. His boy cut hair was long enough to reach his chin, but still short enough so that he did not look to young at his age of 23. Barb wire tattoos covered his upper arms, and a dark crew cut shirt with some unknown band name on it. I pressed my face deep into his chest, lost myself in the moment of him taking me to become his.
"I had to change before meeting you, those damned people at the desk would have never let me come here dressed like I usually do"
Which was true. His pants had silver chains attached from each side, and his combat boots covered up to his knee. He looked like societies criminal, and I loved it. He tossed me onto the bed, bringing me back to the reality of what was going to happen to me.
"Strip!"
