Friday, daytime, around 11 in the morning. You've taken the day off work without letting your family know. You've been waiting for today for a long time, trying to decide when you were going to give into your desires and order me to meet you. Today is the day. You planned it perfectly.
This is our first meeting, but you plan it to be one of many. The biggest obstacle is finding the time, although you are certain you can come up with a regular meeting time for some plausible reason. You want me, not necessarily because of what I look like, but because of what I can give you: absolute submission and control. You look over the room, noting its basic features. Nothing stands out because it is a basic hotel room. That doesn't matter, though. All that matters is that it is private, and I will be here soon. You look at your watch. 11:07. I'm supposed to be here by 11:15. Your cock hardens as you wait, aroused by our previous conversations.
You hear a knock on the door and your cock jumps in response. You check the peephole and see me. You take your time reaching for the doorknob, savoring the moment. Slowly, you open the door. I am looking at the floor, obviously very nervous and shy. My chest rises and falls, and to your great delight you notice my breasts are large enough to please you greatly. You can tell that the past few months of controlling my diet and exercise habits have caused my form to become more fit and appealing.
"Hello, little one," you say. You take my hand and pull me into the hotel room, closing the door behind me.
"Hello," I whisper. My voice is soft and shaky, much like when I am at the beginning of a trance, but softer.
"Hello, what?" You say, thrilling at knowing what you are having me acknowledge you as.
"Hello... Master." I say, shutting my eyes and flushing. You smile, and if possible, your cock grows even harder. You can sense my discomfort and unease. You reach out and touch my shoulder and I shiver.
"Come," you say, "let's sit." You lead me to the bed and I obediently sit down on the bed, not looking at you. You run your hand down my shoulder over my arm. I shiver more and breathe harder. You want to take things slow, but you don't know if you can resist. Over the past few months we have grown closer and closer, and you have decided that your life wouldn't be complete without having me submit in every way. You have become more and more possessive over me in the past few months. I was no longer allowed to even talk with another guy who was not a coworker or family member. Although you feel a bit guilty about exerting your power over me to make you my slave, you don't feel guilty enough to free me.
You reach to lift my chin with your hand, and my eyes meet yours briefly. You can see that I am nervous. "It's okay," you say. "I am not going to hurt you, little one. You know that."
"Yes," I say. You notice I don't follow with Master this time, but you let it go. You decide it's time to start indulging in mastering me, instead.
"Trance time," you say. My eyes close instantly. You smile.
You push my shoulders back onto the bed, lifting my feet onto the bed, as well. You look up and down my body, finding that you are pleased. Your hand trails up my leg, lingering on my thigh.
"Who am I, little one?" you ask.
"Master," I say.
"Good girl. And who are you?"
"Slave," I say.
"Good girl. Yes, you are my slave." You continue to stare up and down my body. You are quite enthralled with having me as your property. You know that you will never let me go. I lay breathing, my chest rising and falling.
"Do you want to please your Master, little one?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl. You feel pleasure when you call me Master, don't you?"
"Yes, Master."
