I was nervous. This was going to be the first time I ever did this properly. Sure, we had chatted on the phone and done things via Facetime, but to do this in person, in the flesh, was going to be different. My guard had to be gone in order for me to be able to do this. No more creative angles on the phone camera can be used. No more being able to hide myself with my hands or clothing or bedding. This was the real deal now. This was happening.
"Come on. You can do this", I told myself quietly in the bathroom mirror. "There is no reason to be nervous."
I checked my makeup one more time - it was done exactly as He wanted. My hair was styled the way He had asked me to style it: loose, with soft curls. I had set several ponytail holders on the nightstand per His command, so He would be able to tie it up later for His use. I was wearing a pink lace bra with a matching panty that would soon be ruined, as He had purchased them with the sole intent of them being removed from my body by force. I was not allowed to wear anything else other than the collar He had made me. It was beautiful. Pink leather with a large ring on it. In the leather on the outside, he had embossed "Princess", His name for me. On the inside, he had embossed "With love, from Your Sir". He had made sure this collar was a workhorse collar, not just a decorative, dainty one. This was made to be used, just like my body.
I drew in one final, deep breath to calm myself and opened the door of the hotel bathroom. He had left the room for a while to allow me time to prepare myself and the scene. The hair ties were on the nightstand, as was a bottle of lubricant. Two large bottles of water were placed there, along with a bottle of ibuprofen to help with the subsequent pain and possible swelling I would be experiencing later. The ice was in the freezer of the mini-fridge. In the bathroom, on the counter, I had left the Epsom salts for my bath later, and body oil for my skin. On the bed, I had laid out several towels, stacked on each other to catch the fluids that were certainly going to happen. He had instructed to have several washcloths, already wetted and wrung out laying on the other nightstand. I had also laid out three anal plugs, two dildos (all of these were varying sizes), a blindfold, a flogger, a paddle, restraints, a gag, and a bag of other things He didn't allow me to see.
I looked at the clock - 7:57 PM. He would be entering the room in three minutes. I knelt down on the floor, placed my hands on my thighs with my palms facing upward, lowered my head down so my eyes were focused on the floor in front of me, and began to wait.
At 8:00 PM exactly, I heard the click of the lock on the door release. I had been instructed to not look up when I heard Him enter the room. Instead, the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as I heard Him close the door behind Him. His feet came into my view as He walked over to me. He didn't touch me. He didn't say anything. He walked around me, inspecting me, ensuring I had started the evening correctly by following His directions. He stopped again in front of me and paused there. I assumed He was checking the room to make sure it was set up the way He had commanded.
"Good girl, Princess", He said to me. His voice was different. This was his Dominant voice. It was firm, but soft. Commanding, but still had a lilt of gentleness to it. This voice of His made me want to do anything He asked of me. This voice was the voice I longed to hear.
He placed a finger under my chin to lift my face to Him. I knew better than to raise my eyes to Him unless He specifically told me to. He was inspecting my makeup. He had ordered me to not wear anything waterproof as He wanted to see how my tears and the torture He was going to impart on me would smear and smudge it.
"Perfect", he said. I smiled internally, knowing I shouldn't show emotion just yet. "Thank You, Sir", I replied.
He walked behind me, over towards the bed, picking out His first items He planned to use on me. I was so focused on staying in position that it surprised me when a blindfold went over my eyes. He was using something soft, but something He could tie tightly; making sure my hair wasn't tied into the knot He secured on the back of my head. I heard His footsteps go back toward the bed area again, and heard a zipper. He must be taking out the things He wouldn't tell me about ahead of time. I heard music turn on - it was something I didn't recognize, but had a steady beat to it. Something told me He was going to use that beat in the music for part of this. I jumped a little when I felt Him place earplugs in my ears. This was new! I was NOT expecting this at all. They didn't completely block the sound, of course, but they muffled it enough that I could no longer hear Him moving about the room. The sensory deprivation was exhilarating; not being able to even guess what was about to happen to me was something I had never experienced before.
Another item was being slipped down over my head now. He placed a finger in my mouth and gently pushed my lower jaw down to make me open wide. I expected a gag, but not this kind. This was not the ball gag that I had placed on the bed, instead this was the kind of gag with an opening to it. My teeth and lips positioned on the circle it created for my mouth, I wasn't able to swallow without some effort. I knew before long that I would be drooling on myself.
He had come around to my front and knelt in front of me, placing a kiss on my forehead. His hands gripped mine and He helped me into a standing position. Not knowing what He might have ready, or what was planned, or even what He was focusing on right now made me tremble with nervousness. He must have noticed I was shaking, as He wrapped His arms around me and pulled me to Him. Holding onto me tightly, He placed a kiss on my cheek. I knew I was safe and I was going to be handled with the care we had discussed. He knew my limits, so there was no fear that I was feeling. The nerves that were hitting were from excitement; I knew what was going to happen was going to be the most intense sexual experience of my entire life.
He held onto me as He walked me toward the bed. He helped me sit down and pushed my upper body back so I was laying down, my feet still on the floor. I felt restraints go around each ankle, but I didn't dare test them to see how, or what to, they were bound. He then put restraints around my wrists, but this time, they were bound together.
He lifted my breasts out of my bra, but not yet removing it. "UUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" I yelped out, the best I could with the gag in my mouth. He had placed clamps on my nipples. Oh, these hurt, but they felt so good. They had jagged little teeth in the clamps, pinching the sensitive skin on my nipples just enough to cause initial pain, and a tingling, lingering pain the longer they were there. The initial shock of the pain made me jump and I realized my feet were being held apart by a solid piece of something - probably a spreader bar, but I wasn't sure.
He stuck His fingers into my mouth, three of them. Swirling them around my tongue and pushing them into my throat to make me gag. I heard Him laugh as I made retching noises. He was enjoying it already. I felt him lift the chain that connected my nipple clamps, bracing myself for the pull I was sure was coming. It didn't, but the chain instead fell slightly toward my throat. He had fastened the chain to my collar. I knew this meant that my big tits would be causing the chain's slack to tighten immensely when I moved, creating pain on my nipples. Fingers back in my mouth, and another hand on my throat. Breathing was strained because of the grip on my throat, and every few seconds my gag reflex was triggered. I could feel my eyes watering under the blindfold.
