The next morning, Hanna woke up at 6:00am as usual. After a week of morning runs, she was feeling slightly less sore each day. She completed her routine as usual, cuming twice to the thought of Master's cock inside of her and feeling incredible as she emerged from the shower. However, her anxiety kept spiking, did she really want to meet this guy?
She was incapable of focusing on any of her classes throughout the day. She had hung the black cocktail dress she had bought for a friend's birthday last year on the back of her door. It sat there all day, a constant reminder of her meeting later that evening. At one point in the afternoon, she looked up at the dress, and was filled with panic. She couldn't do this, this was insane. She couldn't just go meet some strange man at a hotel. She watched #19 again, feeling an instant calm come over her. Two different Hanna's were battling for control of her emotions. On one hand, the spiral addicted slave could not wait to meet the man who had introduced her to the spirals. On the other hand, the 'normal' part of her was exceedingly nervous, and thought it was a terrible idea.
It would take 45 minutes to bus down to the bar. She re-read her Master's message, and panicked again. It didn't say to wear any underwear. Was she supposed to be naked under the dress? She couldn't possibly do that... but she had to obey... Was it disobedience to wear something in addition to what Master had said? She couldn't ride the bus, go into a bar, and meet someone for the first time wearing no underwear. But it was so specific. "and nothing else." She had to obey... Once more, she returned to the spirals, calming her nerves.
Slipping into the dress, she fidgeted in the mirror to make it cover as much of herself as possible. While not particularly low cut, it did compliment her modest cleavage. She had done her makeup, straightened her long black hair, and generally looked more put together than she had in months, so long as she didn't flash anyone on the bus. Psyching herself up in the mirror, she did think she looked pretty good.
Hanna snuck out of the house, not daring to think what her parents would say if they saw her current state of dress. The bus driver stared for a moment as she walked on. She found a seat as far away from anyone as possible. Her heart was racing. Why was she doing this? She considered getting off the bus, calling Grace to pick her up, admitting to everything. Forget about the whole thing, delete her account, never think of it again. But that would mean not obeying Master. She had to obey Master.
Her nervousness at the whole situation continued to build throughout the bus ride. At one point, a boy about her age sat down next to her. She stared out the window, as if acknowledging his existence would inform him of her state of dress, her plans and of the things running through her head.
She arrived at the Hotel lounge at 5:57pm, breathing a sigh of relief that she was on time. She sat down at the bar, asking the bartender for a vodka soda. 3 minutes later, a man in his late-thirties sat down next to her. He was tall, around 6'2" she guessed, white, with a muscular frame and short brown hair. He was wearing a crisp, tailored grey suit which looked expensive.
"Repeat" he said, to no one in particular.
Hanna's heart raced. She looked around the bar quickly, fighting the words that were about to come spilling out. No one was seated next to them, and the bartender had gone to check something in the back.
"It feels good to obey. I am an empty, mindless slave." Hanna whispered, her heart pounding in her chest, her anxiety screaming at her to stand up and leave. However, a jolt of excitement cascaded through her. She had obeyed. It felt good to obey.
"It is good to finally meet you" Master said, motioning the bartender over and ordering a scotch. "Since you are here, I trust that you have been enjoying my little productions. Now, be a good girl and tell me briefly about yourself. Obey"
Hanna took a sip of her drink. She had considered leaving several times. All she had to do was walk out now, forget about the whole thing. It wouldn't be hard. She didn't have to make a scene. Just stand up and leave. But she had to obey: "My name is Hanna Liu, I am 21 years old. I am in my final year of university, studying political science. I live at home with my parents." She spoke very fast, her nerves getting the better of her. Is that enough?" she added breathlessly.
Master chuckled. "For now, that will do. It is nice to meet you Ms. Liu." he said with a smile. He really was quite handsome, and his smile was charming. At the same time, Hanna's nerves were on their edge. "LEAVE" her mind kept screaming at her.
"It is nice to meet you too." Hanna replied, taking another sip of her drink. She looked around the bar, it was mostly full of business people having a drink after a day of meetings. She wondered if anyone took notice of her meeting, what they thought she was doing here and if they cared at all.
He pulled out a keycard, sliding it in front of her on the bar. "Before this goes any further, you must know that I will not order you to follow me upstairs. You must do that of your own volition. This is for the penthouse suite. If you choose to enter, you are choosing, of your own free will, to submit yourself to my control. I will break you, mold you, and reshape you. You will feel pleasure and achieve purpose you have never dreamed of. Your life will be one of luxury, and of submission. You have 10 minutes." With that, he finished his drink, stood up, and left the bar.
Hanna stared at the keycard for several long moments, unblinking. He hadn't given her an order, she felt completely free of his influence. She could stand up and walk away right now. But did she really want to? Every time she followed Master's suggestions, she felt amazing. She had lived a boring, safe life until now. What if she did something adventurous for once?
Filled with courage, she downed her drink and swiped the keycard off of the bar. As she walked toward the elevator, she froze. It had only taken moments for that courage to sink to the pit of her stomach. This was insane, she was being insane. She turned around, walking back towards the door. Halfway through the lobby, she froze again. She couldn't disobey. What if she was never allowed to see the spiral again? What if Master hated her for leaving? She turned around again, finally resolving to commit.
She tapped the card on the elevator control and pressed the button for the top floor. The ride up to the 52nd floor went by in a blur. The elevator doors opened right into the suite. Hanna took a tentative step into the entranceway. The suite was massive, probably larger than her house, with expansive floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the entire thing. Master was sitting on the main couch in the living area. He looked up and smiled as Hanna approached.
"I'm glad to see you have chosen to continue our little adventure." he said, beckoning her forward. "We are going to have so much fun together. Are you nervous?" He asked.
"Yes." she replied honestly. The conservative part of her mind that usually dominated her decision making was screaming, demanding she return home. But she didn't want to, she was determined to do something adventurous. Or should she? Her anxiety spiked once more. She was filled with indecision.
"Empty" he replied, his voice full of force and depth. Hanna's mind quieted, as if she had been watching the spirals for an hour previously. The river washed through her, taking away the anxiety, fear and excitement that had been coursing through her since she had left her house.
"Empty" he repeated, speaking slowly, drawing out each letter. Hanna stood in front of him listleslessly, her ability to concentrate fading.
"Empty" he repeated. She forgot where she was. She forgot why she was there. That information had been retained in the active part of her mind, which was now floating further and further away.
"Repeat"
"It feels good to obey. I am an empty, mindless slave." Hanna repeated in a monotone voice. Her eyes were unfocused, her mind quiet as Master stood up, circling her. He admired her form, running a hand through her hair and feeling her ass. She offered no reaction. She was empty, without thought or direction.
"Strip." He whispered in her ear and then took a step back to admire the show.
Hanna stood still, an internal battle raging in her mind. The thoughts which had disappeared moments earlier were fighting to return. The river was washing them away, but not quickly enough. The desire to leave was mounting, her anxiety building.
"There is no point in resisting." Master said, standing in front of her now. "It is inevitable, you will submit yourself to me. Empty"
