Pt1 The connection had been immediately when we met online. It was easy to talk and the conversation flowed well. Over the next few days we spoke often, finding shared interests and talking about kinks. We agreed to meet finally and i suggested that I would fortuitously be in town for work and why didn’t you come and see me at the hotel.

The bar of the hotel was relatively quiet when you arrive and see me. After some brief awkward moments the conversation flows easily again. We sit in the bar for a while having a drink, our eyes connecting as we talk and laugh, locking for a moment before you shyly glance away  Sitting closer as time passes, bodies nearer and the warmth of proximity building ttherensi9n between us.

"When we're ready let's head up to my room" I say. You know this has been coming but the excitement of this statement makes your heart jump slightly as you know what this is likely to lead to. I lean in closer to you, my hand sliding to your thigh. You feel my hand slowly push up, sliding under the hem of your dress, moving up your inner thigh. You breathe quicker as I do. Heart thumping so loudly you wonder if i can hear it. I leave my hand at the top of your thigh not touching you intimately yet but so close. I whisper "when we get to the room, little one, and go through the door you will become my little sub slut who does everything I ask her to. Do you understand?" As I finish I move my hand again now cupping your pussy, pressing the material of your panties against your naked little cunt. My breath warm on your neck. "Yes Sir. Of course" you respond quietly. I smile and, with a quick rub of your clit, at which you jolt from the sensitivity, move my hand away and sit back. Casually, I lift my drink as I smile knowingly at you. "Good girl" I say, taking another sip.

"Get your things" I say and stand. You stand quickly, head swirling a little at what's coming, and grab your coat and bag. It's a nice hotel, expensive but not too big, quite boutique. I take your arm and lead you through the bar. People glance at us as we leave. A young woman and older man together with a tension clear as you glance at the floor then up at me, your mind racing to the point you do not know where to look. You feel as though the world knows what is about to happen.