I met Amanda in a BDSM chat room a few years back. She was a sweet girl, and was into the Daddy/little girl/baby girl fetish. Needless to say, she was getting bombarded by guys looking to take advantage of her. She had sent me a private message, so I responded. She was just looking for some guidance and wanted to learn, explore, and ask questions. We began to talk, starting out with only a time or two during the evenings, and progressing to texting or talking on and off throughout the day and at nights. She was very submissive, wanting to learn, and above all else, to please.
After a few weeks our talks had progressed to me telling her what to do, how to play with herself, and having her masturbate for me three to four times before she went to bed. I would request that she text me pictures throughout the day of herself in various poses. Sometimes a picture of her in a dress, sometimes asking her to go to the restroom and take a picture of her breasts or pussy, or instructing her to go to the restroom and take a video of her masturbating with her fingers and send it to me within a required time limit. She still wanted nothing more than to please and was always a good girl, doing exactly as I asked.
This continued on for a couple months, but didn't move further, as our work schedules were very conflicting. I would give her assignments, so to speak, for her to research on the Internet, and she would call me asking questions or discussing what she had read, and her thoughts, opinions, and interest in the matter. One night, she called me and I could tell she was very aroused. She went on to tell me she had been reading an article on fantasy rape. I asked her if this is what had her so excited, and she admitted she had gotten very aroused by the thought of it, but was afraid I would think less of her.
I reassured her there are lots of people that are turned on by it and play out those types of scenarios all the time. She confessed she liked the thought of being taken and called names and having her body ravaged, feeling helpless, although all in a safe scenario, not actually by a stranger. I had introduced her to safe words in the beginning and always insisted she use that practice if she ever met anyone in real life, hoping it would be someone trustworthy. She was so aroused that night, she masturbated for almost two hours on the phone for me, and I lost count of the orgasms she had. From that night forward, when I would have her masturbate for me I would usually tell her a story where I would take her by surprise and have my way with her. It always made her cum hard, and she is a squirter, she could literally flood the bed if there weren't towels underneath to soak up her juices.
After a few more months of talking, I had encouraged her to try and meet new people, or try dating, but she had still not met anyone or even gone on a date. We had tried to meet up a few times, but we lived so far apart and with work, it always seemed impossible. Then, as luck would have it, I had the chance to travel close to where she lived... so I started planning on making all her desires and fantasies come true.
Now Amanda was 28, and about 5'7" tall, not a tiny girl, but not a large girl either, maybe at most a little plump, with a nice thick bottom, always clean-shaven, and a nice pair of breasts.
I called Amanda the night I left, and told her I wanted her to do something for me in a few days. It would be a surprise, and she would have to do exactly as I asked. Of course, she wanted nothing more than to please, so this part was no problem. She ended up so aroused over me saying it would be a surprise, that she asked me to please tell her how I would take her again. I spent close to two hours having her masturbate as I described in detail how I would take her, how she would know that it was me that had her, what I would do to her, and how I would ravage her body until she was finally spent.
I left the next morning still having never told her I'd be visiting. I arrived at the hotel and we talked again that night, as we had started to do every night. I was scheduled to work there Thursday through Saturday and return Sunday, but things went so well I ended up finishing Friday morning. So I called Amanda around 11 a.m. Friday, knowing she got off work at lunch, and set my plan into action.
When she answered the phone, I told her to go home, take a long hot bath, be sure to be clean-shaven and told her which outfit to get dressed in. I thought she was going to explode right there. When she asked why, I just told her I thought she deserved a little something special for herself since she had been so long without a man, and I was going to try and pamper her a little. She agreed, but I had to tell her no to her having an orgasm there at work. I told her she couldn't until I wanted her to, which got her a little pouty, but she was a good girl. I instructed her to call me after she had completed her tasks and was ready to leave her apartment. This gave me ample time to get everything ready.
Around 2 p.m. she called me and instantly I could hear the hesitation in her voice, as she asked what she was to do next. I told her I had booked her a room at a hotel, told her everything was taken care of, that all she had to do was ask for a key from the front desk and to go up and let herself in. I said I wanted her to just get away and relax there for the weekend and we would talk later after she had settled in.
I knew it wouldn't take her long to get there, and my room had a view over the front entrance, so I could watch and see when she entered the hotel. As she arrived I watched her exit her car, and saw she had worn the outfit I requested, a short black mini skirt, black high heels and a white blouse... all of which I had ordered for her and had delivered to her a month earlier, just hoping for this scenario to arise eventually. As she entered the main doors I gave a quick glance around making sure all was in order and I left the room. I knew that 15 feet down the hallway was the door to the stairwell, and I stepped behind it, getting a perfect view of the doorway to the room.
Right on cue I saw Amanda nervously making her way down the hall, and as she turned to insert the key in the door, I quietly exited the stairwell, so that just as she opened the door, I was behind her, placing my hand over her mouth and pushing her through the door.
She was so surprised and taken off guard, I was amazed at how easy it was. I had a blindfold and handcuffs placed just inside the entrance, and in a matter of a couple seconds, I had her hands handcuffed behind her back and was placing the blindfold over her eyes. As she began to protest, I whispered in her ear that she was mine and I was going to have my way with her. It took her a second, since at first she thought she was truly being attacked, but then she recognized my voice and she practically became putty in my arms. Now, we had talked for over six months, and had exchanged pics, however, this was our first physical encounter, so we were still somewhat strangers to each other in a sense. I then asked if she remembered our safe word and she nodded her head. I told her she was a good girl, and then the role play began.