I arrive at the hotel and check in as you instructed. I take the key card and head to the elevator. After pushing the up button, the doors open and I step into the waiting car. I press the number eleven as I try to control my breathing. I am more nervous than I thought. The eleventh floor arrives all too soon and I step into the corridor. The familiar click of my heels is muffled by the carpet. At the door to our room, I slide the key card into the slot. My hands sweat as it takes two attempts to get the green light glowing. Finally, I push open the door.My mind is full of so many thoughts swirling around as I step inside the room. Why was I, an independent woman, willing to meet a man and relinquish all control to him? I had thought long and hard about this. I believe I have had this itch/need/craving for most of my adult life. I read extensively on the subject and even indulged in some on-line role playing. I was surprised to find that my fantasies are not uncommon. In fact, they were a frequent topic on most of the websites I visited. So, I eventually made my decision and that’s why I’m here, waiting to meet you. I’m ready to explore my darkest fantasies.I place my purse and small suitcase on a chair and glance around the room. It is a typical hotel room. There is a king-sized bed, as you requested, in the center. The curtains and bedding are the usual neutral color. I don’t think it matters. I won’t be spending much time admiring or looking at the hotel decor.I spot a full-length mirror hanging on one wall. It beckons me and I step in front of it to inspect my appearance. I’m wearing a short sweater dress, stockings and heels. My clothing doesn’t matter on this trip. I just wore something comfortable to travel in. Anyway, for our first meeting you have requested that I greet you not wearing anything. You want me unadorned and need to see all of me at Karaköy escort once, this first time. You’ve assured me there will be other times with different clothing requests. That will only happen if I please you today.I pull off my dress, step out of my heels and lay them on a chair. I’m dressed now in just a plain white lace bra, matching panties and white stay-up stockings. My hair has been cut recently and I styled it simply. I have minimal make up, except for the deep red lip stain I added to my mouth. It’s your request: I don’t normally wear lipstick.I roll down my stockings, pull them off, shrug out of my bra and slide down my panties. I fold them and lay them neatly on the chair along with my dress. I want you to see that I take care of the things that I own. I continue to gaze at my appearance in the mirror. I’m hoping you’ll be pleased and not see all the faults that I do.There is nothing I can do about any of them now. You have assured me many times that you don’t see my flaws. Just the woman who wants and needs to please you. I believe you, but I still worry. I want more than anything for you to be pleased today – with me and my efforts.I slide a shaking hand between my legs and find that I am already soaking wet. All the thoughts and all the waiting have me aching for your appearance. I touch my clit, lightly. It’s already hard and poking out of its hood. I know all I would have to do is just rub it and I would cum. I don’t. That is against the rules. You have emphasized that my orgasms belong to you. You will get to decide today when and how many I will have.I’m deep in my introspection when I hear a key card in the door. I immediately go to the center of the room and kneel on the floor, my hands by my side. I keep my head down, staring at the floor.I hear the door swing open. I don’t look up. I smell a hint Kayaşehir escort bayan of an expensive cologne and the slight scent of cigarettes accompany you into the room. In that moment I realize my mistake. My hands are by my side, not laced together on top of my head. I hurriedly put them into the position you requested.”I’m sorry, Sir, I forget where you wanted my hands,” I blurt out. Mistake number two.I’m not to speak unless I have your permission. I gulp, wondering if I have ruined everything.You step towards me and slap me across my face, hard. I feel the spreading warmth and sting on my left cheek.”I’m disappointed, whore. I have just arrived and already you’ve made two mistakes. I think I should just considering leaving now.”My mind is almost in a panic and I feel tears escape from the corner of my eyes. Please don’t let this be the end, I think.You stand in front of me and place a finger under my chin and tip my face up to look at you. You smile kindly at me and then slap my other cheek just as hard. More tears escape my eyes.”You may speak now whore. Do you think I should leave or stay?”I swallow and plead my case. “I am very sorry, Sir. I did not mean to disappoint you. This is all so new to me. I will do my best from now on to remember and follow all the rules. Please, give me another chance.”Your hand cups my chin as you smile calmly again at me. “I think I can forgive you. After all, your are right, all this is new to you. I’m willing to let you try again to please me, my beautiful whore.” You finish speaking, reach down and slap my tit. The sound echoes in the room. “Just don’t disappoint me again.”I nod my head vigorously. I can feel the heat from your slaps continuing to grow on my cheeks. My tit is now feeling the same. I’m also amazed that my cunt is tingling and I can feel more moisture Escort Küçükçekmece flowing down my inner thighs. I’m sure now that the decision to come here is the right one for me.You take my hands and pull me to my feet. “Leave your hands on your head, whore. I want to look at you now.”I keep my hands on my head as you slowly walk around me. Inspecting me from all angles. You place your hands on my face and slide a finger across my lips. You nod approvingly. Your hands travel to my shoulders, feeling the soft skin.I was very careful in my preparations. Before leaving home, I bathed in a bath of lightly-scented salts and shaved my legs and pussy. I left a small patch of trimmed strawberry blonde pubic hair at the top of my mound to cover some scars. I next scrubbed my entire body with sugar scrub. I rinsed off and stepped out of the tub. Before drying off, I applied baby oil to all my skin to further soften it. Only then did I towel off and dress, ready to leave.Your hands rub across my nipples. They are hard and erect already, almost painfully so. I suppress a moan when your rough fingers give each one a sharp pinch.You look up, sensing my need. “You can let out any sounds you need to whore. I need to hear them.”Grateful for your permission, I groan and shift my weight from one leg to the other. You slap my other tit this time and I let out a yelp.”I said you could let out sounds, not move. Is that mistake number three whore?”I shake my head no and stand still again. You reward me with a small kiss on the lips. Another moan issues from my lips. You quickly bite my bottom lip, sharply. “I love to hear you moan and gasp. I plan on getting a lot more sounds out of you before we are through.”You roughly grab my mouth and say, “Whose mouth is this?” I hesitate to speak, but you nod at me that it is okay.”It’s your mouth, Sir.””Good girl, it is my mouth, to do with what I please.” You grab both of my tits roughly, giving each nipple a hard twist.”Who do these tits belong to?” You nod at me again.”They are your tits, Sir, to do whatever you want with them.” Just the close presence of your mouth to mine and your commanding voice is making it hard to control my body.