First Encounter of Slave and Master

Kiriel

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The airport was particularly busy this day, various people milling about, calling to friends and awaiting arrivals. I stood alone, apart from the throng of people who had recently departed from the flight, blue-gray eyes surveying the area for one specific man. Little butterflies of nerves rose in my stomach, anxious for this, the first encounter with the man who now possessed almost my entire being. My master.

Few would understand what I was here, because generally I am a very confident and headstrong person- I never wanted to listen to anyone unless I saw in it benefit for myself, or a way to somehow control the situation subtly. However, when someone had sent me a story about bondage... I found myself fascinated with it, and with a strange desired to be dominated, to serve at the whim of another.

I had met one man over a chat site, and had been drawn into this world by him, online until the early hours of the morning talking to him, cybering with him, obeying him. At first, it was only an online relationship, but soon it became an all encompassing need to meet him, to give myself to him. And so I found myself here, waiting for him nervously.

Attired in a tight form fitting shirt and long pants, I appeared to be a perfectly modest young woman of 19 years of age, long ebony tresses bound back and away from my pale face, courtesy of my Irish heritage. Underneath there was only a tiny shred of lace holding my firm breasts in place, and a thong I had been instructed to wear.

Leaning against one of the pillars I scanned the open area once more, closing my long fingers around the handle of my suitcase. On my ring finger was a band of silver with a marking on the outside, and letters on the inside, a piece of jewlery He had instructed me to buy as proof of my slave status, a silent reminder to me of my place.

((OOC: This was something different I wanted to try. The only person necessary for this is a male master, and it's an open position for now. Post here or PM me if you're interested in the position.))
 
Frank

I wsas a computer junkie, especially after I discovered ther jopys of chat rooms and frfom one girl I talked to over the net, a site called liuterotica which had all kinds of stories and also such things as role playing and pictures and things.

One night on the web I started chatting with a person who represented herself as a young girl. The conversation somehow got around to B & D, and I told her about a story I had read in Lit that seemed interesting, and she asked for it.

She gave me her e-mail addy and I saved the story and forwarded it to her

The next moning I got her response thanking me, and that gave me her real name from her e0mail address.

That night she told me she was tired of being the leader in every relatioinship, and needed to learn to be more subservient. Right off I told her to send me a picture. It was loively, showing standing a tall young woman with dark hair, and asked for mine in return.

From my puter archives I picked out a picture of a guy about her age (actually he was a golf pro in Australia) tht I hoped she would like. That night we talked about the poictures, and i told her so send me a nude pic of her. She did, standing but turned to the side so all I could see was a naked hip and the very nice curve of her breast.

That night I told her it was very nice, but not what I had in mind and to send a nude full frontal view. The next morning It arrived, and I had to meet her. Our next chat included talking about getting together in real life. She was a stuydent and couldnt get away for several weeks, so I made reservations for the flight and a hotel, and packed my little bag of toys and was off.

When the plane arrived, I disembarked, and immediately recognized her leaning on a column, watching the passengers looking for the guy in the picture, who of course never came.

After thew crown started to thin, she started walking back toward the entrance and i caught up with her, and asked if I could be of help, as obvioiusly the person she was meeting hadnt arrived. She turned and tears were running down her face when she admitted she had been stood up.

I told her "no you havent, I am Frank, with whom you have been chatting all this time. I couldnt send you my picture as you would think I'm too ugly", although Im really not, just a lot older than she.
 
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((OOC: Alrighty, I finally finished my other work, but am being kicked off the computer. (What a surprise). I'll post my reply first thing once I get on the computer tomorrow.

Thank you for your patience and cooperation with this, I'm going into overdrive for the holidays early. I'm usually not this hig strung.

Thanks!
Kiriel))
 
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I had waited for a while, checking my watch periodically and watching the men as they passed. I couldn't really visualize the man from the picture here in front of me, much as I tried. The thought that he hadn't found me suitable enough to come didn't really bother me- it was more that he had lied, I thought as the last person disembarked.

Still I refused to believe I had been stood up. The suitcase I brought was my bag from school- I used it for particularly heavy book days, and it worked far better then any backpack on such occasions. Brushing a strand of dark hairs away from my pale face, I began to hum softly to myself.

After the people all had found someone, or sat looking quite content I sighed and began to leave. As I did I hit my ankle against a bar lying across the floor, where I had recently injured myself playing soccer for school.

Tears came to my eyes for that, even as I fought to keep them back. I never cry. Ever. I try my hardest never to show any weakness like tears, but it was incredibly sore as I hobbled towards the door, glad that I was able to walk.

A man came up to me and inquired about what had happened. The tears escaped for only a moment before I wiped them away quickly, ignoring the twangs of pain as I listened to him.

I was stunned when I heard him say that he had lied, but wasn't as upset as I would have been. I myself had added an inch or two- or three- to my picture, as my height as 5'2" has sometimes been lamentable.

"Hi...I'm Ellen, as I'm sure you know already. Pleasure to finally meet you face to face." I wasn't sure why he had sent me pictures of another. He was older then me, sure- but certainly not ugly. Not handsome, exactly- striking. I smiled slightly and waited, a bit unsure of what to say.
 
Frank

I took her hand and shook it nicely like a gentleman. I picked up her bag, and notced that she wasnt 5 '8" as she had told me, so she had fudged a little, but not as seriously as me. We took a few steps and she was hobbling. I asked if she was OK and she told me about hitting a sore spot on her leg against something.

I saw one of those motorized chairs nearby that passengers who have difficulty walking can use. I brought it ver ad sat her in it and loaded her bag which was heavy, and mine which was loight.

We started toward the main entrance and I saw a coffee shop. I asked Ellen if she would like to stop and have a chat, before leaving the arport, in case she wanted out of our little arrangement.

I wheeled her in and got us two large coffees.

I apologized for being so devious as to send her a bogus picture and told her I would leave her alone if she wished, but f she wanted a master to tell me, and after that it was a done deal.
 
I shook his hand as well, not heeding the soreness of my ankle except for the fact that I was visibly favoring it. Sitting down in the chair reluctantly I muttered darkly to myself in my mind about my idiotic ankle, deciding to give out now and embaress me.

My bag was still full of books- I had a vacation for a week, but needed to bring books home to study- and I was rather surprised by how small his bag was in comparison to mine. Shrugging I put on a smile as he pushed the chair to the coffee store, feeling rather foolish.

Once I had the steaming coffee in my hands I wrapped my slender fingers around it, puzzling over the question for a moment. Usually trust was the one thing I could not go without- but then again, I had added height. And I also took the picture in a way that would make me look even that much taller. My only excuse to that was I wanted to impress.

"No, I wasn't completely honest either. If you can promise me you won't lie to me again- and I'll do the same- then I would most certainly want you as a master." I had also thought long and hard about this, for it seemed so attached, so like a contract. "If, of course, you still would want me as a slave."
 
Frank

She had agreed, and as I looked at Ellie I thought how cute, how young and how vulnerable she was. I wondered if she had any idea what she was getting into.

Of course I wanted her for a slave. I wanted her period. Looking into her eyes I was tempted to ask "are you sure?', but told her to finish her coffee and we would leave.

I had her drive us to a hotel. She found one and we arrived at the valet entrance, and i told the bellman to park her car, as her foor hurt. Inside I checked in and helped her into an elevator, as the bellman handed us the car keys and brought up our bags

She had explained that she was a student and had the week off.

I figured that a week of ths and she might not want to continue, but lets get started, I almost told her to get it on witrh the bellboy, but I wanted her first so I excused him with a tip and told him to come back in an hour.

After he left I ordered her to get undressed and give me a look at her.
 
I smiled when he said to finish the coffee and leave- I had been worried that he would reject me because of the mix-up in heights. I finished it quickly and tossed it in the nearest garbage disposal, and we left the airport.

He instructed me to drive us to a hotel which I did- there was a nice one only about 10 minutes from the airport. He handled all of the arrangements while I told him I had the entire week off, and so there was nowhere I had to be, and was his for that amount of time.

Later, of course, I would still be his; but classes would obstruct the amount of time I could devote. Once we reached the room he gave the bellman a tip and instructed for me to get undressed.

By now I had butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of what to come, and I obeyed quickly. I removed my shirt first, revealing my slender white torso and breasts only just restrained by the bra, and then slid down my pants. Whether or not I was tall I still had long legs, and they were shapely, though not tan.

I unclasped my bra and let it fall, my nipples hardening with the onslaught of cold air. My chest was a decent size- not melons, but certainly lovely enough to look at. Finally I slid off my thong, my almost bare pussy- I had shaved recently- presented to the light.

Standing naked in the puddle of clothes I watched him looking at me, and hoping he found me suitable at least, and waited for further intructions.
 
Frank

I didnt want to apprear too anxious or too overwhelmed butshe was quite pretty. Why she would want to be a slave was a mystery, but in chatting she had told me she was too controlling in her real life and needed to learn how to serve and be subservent.

I had her pirouette around and I looked at every inch of her, including the red welt on her ankle. I wanted to caress it and kiss it and make it all better, but first things first.

Standing, I told her to come and undress me, and find out what she was getting into, or more accurately, what was getting into her.

I bent my knees a little and scrootched down to her everl, fixing my eyes on hers as she reached for the top button on my shirt.

The sparkle f her eyes was indeliby etched in my senses, as without hesitation she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off me. Then she knelt and started on my pants.

When they fell she saw what was in store for her and gasped nicely, and then smiled as she pulled down my underwear and we stood there both naked, looking at each other.

I thought to myself "how nice to meet you", as i ordered her over to sit on the bed, and I followed her, standing before her.

"I dont even have to tell you what to do next", as my now engorged cock pointed at her face
 
I never really understood why I had such a need to be a slave, to have someone be my master. Always I had been curious about it; and I think the idea of being ordered, of being treated so differently then normal, if nothing else, would make me appreciate what I had.

Whatever the reason it excited me, and I spun around as instructed before going over to undress him. A smile curved my lips as he bent down more to my height and I began to unbutton his shirt, admiring his muscular chest as I did so.

The next thing to go was his pants, and his erection greeted me as I rose to remove his undergarments. This I could not admire silently and gasped before removing the last article of clothing and standing.

The order to sit was unhesitatingly obeyed, and when the object I had previously gasped over was presented to my face, I accepted it eagerly.

I didn't take his cock into my mouth right away; first I teased the head, licking and sucking while I explored his large cock, massaging the base lightly with my fingers. Running my fingers over the enlarged surface I slid his tool into my welcoming mouth, sucking his cock where it was accessible.

I wondered briefly before his scent and taste overwhelmed my senses and took away thought whether he just wanted me to suck off his cock or if he wanted to face-fuck me. Either way, it was fine with me- I certainly didn't mind it rough, but he was my master, and what he wanted took precidence over my own preferences.
 
Frank

My God- she was perfect. She was either narurally talented or very experienced as i watched her fondle my balls and lick amnd suck my cock.

I wantred to cumn in her mouth, but I wantred to check out the rest of hwer even more.

Before I felt the first pangs of an orgasm, I told her to move back on the bed and spread her legs for me.

She did so and then I told her to reach down with her hands and spread her labia for me. When she did I knelt before her and presented my tongue for her, and returnd the favor she bestowed on me

Again she was perfect as she squealed with delight as I ate her very sweet pussy, before crawling up and kissing her mouth while my cock reached its target, and was enveloped in her warm wetness.
 
Before he came in my mouth he pulled out, and instructed me to lie down and spread my legs, which I did immediately. I then spread my outer lips as told, watching him as he began to lick and suck up my juices.

Moaning and squeeling with pleasure as he ate me out I could think of nothing else, just him and his actions as he tasted and sampled me. More liquid rushed to my cunt, making me very hot and slick- and undoubtably ready.

He crawled up and kissed my lips, both of us tasting like the other. His cock moved up as well, and reached my pussy, sending itself deep into my slick cunt.

He was bigger then I thought, and made me feel so wonderfully full, stretching the walls of my cunt to mold around his wonderful shaft. Through the kiss I moaned again, closing my eyes.

((So sorry about my delay- relatives were over))
 
Bellman

An hour later, as instructed I returned and rapped on the door. I wondered what the man had in mind. As he ssued the instructions the man looked at me and then at the girl and then back at me before issuihg the order.

I liked her looks. She was cute and I had been in situations before where I was recruited to be an extra male partne for a guests' woman. My cock twitched with the thought as a male voice asked "who is it"

I responded "Bellman, sir. Returning as ordered", as I fondled myself through my uniform pants.

He said "Just a minute", and as I waited I wondered what was going on inside.
 
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Frank

In still another way Ellie was perfect. We were a perfect fit as I thrust in and out if her and she met each with a threust of her own. She liked it. I whispered into her ear "are you my slave?"

She replied "yes". I asked "will you so everything I ask of you?" and she answered "yes"

"Including sex with other men?" and she replied "if you tell me to."

I had told the bellman to return in an hour, intending to watch them have sex afte I finished wit her. Then maybe a group of hius friends. Finally I would take her to the bar with no panties and her juices dripping down her legs, and tell her to pick up the first man she saw and take him to the room. Then I would recruit still more men and have them stand in line

But liked being with her just the way it was with her actively participating in our couploing. rolled ove on my back and pulled her up onto my face and lcked her pussy. Then gently pushing her shoulders until she was down over me and impaloing herself on my cock, she leaned down and kissed me. Suddenly she was in control. I was her slave. I was in love and I had no intenton of sharing her with anyone

When the bellman knocked I asked her again. She leaned dwn on top of me and thrust her tongue into my mouth and whispered "whatever you want my master"

I told the bellman to go away and get lost
 
More then anything I wanted him to be deeply buried inside of me, or giving me orders. I relished not having to control the relationship, not being the one with power.

What he asked I would do; I was his slave, and he was my master. Anything he wanted me to do I would- and right now I was so intoxicated with the feel and smell of him I would do absolutly anything.

He pulled out of me and brought my cunt to his face to lick and suck. It was dripping, incredibly wet and hot from our coupling. Then pushing my shoulders lightly his cock was again deep inside me, again making me feel replete.

Leaning over and kissing him, he yelled for the bellman to go away and get lost. My hips still kept my pussy moving over his cock, and I let his lips go and moved to his ear. His large erection had lost none of it's girth or length- in fact, it felt even bigger, if that was possible.

"Master, do you want him to come back later or to watch or something, or do you really want him gone?" I murmured, voice hazy from the lovemaking.
 
Frank

I loved being with her and in her. When she asked again the way she did, I not only knew she was willing, but got ther imnpression she was more nthan wiling to please me.

I hollered again "Bellman- are you still there?" and suddenly flooded her with my juiices, cumming deeply in her and then rolin g her off me and decending to bury my face in her cunt, licking her as clean as I could

Right now I'd do it again even after she fucked as many men as we could line up.

I went to the door and let the bellman in, and told him he was next, and I wanted to watch.
 
Bellman

This often happened. I learned a long time ago to just sit tight and wait a bit. Usually the guy was all macho in fucking his woman, but when he came she wanted miore and he couldnt do it, so in ordfer to keep her happy he needed help.

He was naked whe n he opened the door. I was standing in the hall when he beckoned me in, and ordered me to undress and service the young cutie laying on the ned with her legs spread wide

This was better than any tip, I thought as I stripped and took his pl ace, He ordered her to get on her knres and told me to do her in the ass. Just my specialty ss he picked up the phone and ordered room service

He told them to send up a pot of coffee and sweet rolls. We didnt need anything sweet in the room, she was here and the sweetest ass I'd seem since the girtl I slept with last night.

I guessed he assumed the waiter would be a man and would be next in line, as I crawled up behind her and licked my finger and rubbed her asshole. He told me to lick it, so I did. She moaned with pleasure as I got her nice and wet, and then inserted first one and then two fingers, loosening her up before I invaded her.

I put my cock right up against her and pushed and she pushed back and I popped in.

I was fucking her ass when there was a knock on the door.

The man went over and opened it for the room service waiter, and saw a really cute waitress.

I knew her because she and I had been together in scenes like this before. In fact she was my girlfriend, but neither of us said anything. As the man signed the chit and I hope added a nice tip, she looked at us, and at him and suggested that it looked like fun and could she join?

She undressed too and started blowing him as he watched us fuck on the bed.
 
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Frank

When I opened the door I was naked, and she brought in the tray and set it down. As I signed the chit and added a modest tip, she gaped at tne action on the bed and started undressing.

When naked she pushed me down in my chair and dropped to her knees taking my very soft, limp and wet cock in her mouth, as I watched Ellie get her ass reamed which she seemed to enjoy, the way she was purring and moaning and pushing back at the bellman
 
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I felt so wanton laying there on the bed, and came as well when my master filled me with his cum, moaning as he licked me clean. All I wanted to do was please him- and if fucking the entire hotel would do it, I was in. The bellman came in, and I looked him over once- lovely indeed, and hopefully with a nice cock.

I got to my knees as he ordered, and shuddered slightly as the man invaded my ass. As my hole stretched to accomadate the intrusion I began to moan again, suprised; usually I could tolerate things in my ass but didn't enjoy it.

Soon his cock was in my ass, and as fast as he was fucking me, I was fucking him back, rocking on my knees onto his shaft. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down the inside of my legs, and reaching between my theighs to play with my clit lightly.

When the other woman came in I only glanced up once, too far into my haze from the thrill of fucking a complete stranger to pay much mind. I bent my head down to rest on my fists, still groaning or moaning every once in a while on a particularly hard thrust into my ass, or feeling him go in farther then before.

I spread my legs wider to allow him greater penetration into my ass, feeling him delve ever deeper into me.

((OOC: If one of you needs me to play someone else, just tell me and I will))
 
Jane (room service)

He opened the door and I didnt pay that much attention to his nudity until I got into the room and saw my boyfriend Willy with the woman on the bed. My pussy started to twitch and I sytarted to get wet down there as he sgned the chit, and I was half undressed when I saw he had added a modest tip.

I got naked and pushed him back into his chair where he had been watching, and dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, trying to get him aroused again to make this a foursome.
 
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