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I am standing in front of the door. I am nervous, my breathing is fast. As I close my eyes, I knock. "Come in." you say clearly. The room is half-dark. You sit on a chair opposite the hotel bed. The bedclothes are untouched. "I thought we were supposed to meet in the lobby?" I say quietly. "Oh, I thought it would be more exciting that way. Why don't you sit down? "I hesitate for a moment, but then sit down on the bed and look at you. "Have a drink," you say, reaching behind you and handing me a glass. "Thanks." I wonder what to say. Somehow it doesn't feel right when I look into your eyes. I don't know you well and usually I meet new people in more public places. But today I wanted something new. "Brave of you to just come up here." "Is it? I just wanted to try something new." "Oh, I think that says more about you than you think." I swallow. My heart is pounding faster and so loud I think you need to hear it. "I'm uncomfortable. I think I should go." I hear myself say, over the sound of my pounding heart.

"Oh come on." you say gently.  You smile at me, but your eyes frighten me.  "I think you want to stay." I shake my head. No, I think, better not and put the glass down. "I'm sorry. I'm really not feeling well" I reach for my bag and you grip my wrist tightly. "I'll make sure you're alright". "No, let go of me." I try to loosen your grip with my other hand. My heart literally leaps out of my chest. I want to get out of here."Let go of me." I say suddenly in a firmer voice. "I like it when you try to be brave. It suits you."  You grab my other wrist with your free hand and stand up. "Leave me alone. What's this about?" I try to twist my hand out of your grip and get up from the bed. "Oh Pretty, are you stupid? You know exactly what this is about." and push me down on the bed. I shake my head. "I want you. I want to make love to you." "No, please. I dont want that. Not now, not in this way." "You didn't understand, do you? It's not about you. Not about what you want. But I think you'll like it. We just need a little time together." "GO AWAY." I can't think straight anymore. Panicking, I try to push your weight off me and kick you away. You're on top of me and your weight makes it hard for me to breathe. "No, leave me alone." You ignore me and reach over me. From under a pillow you take out a tape and start to tie my arms above my head. "I'm not sure, I like to hear you beg, on the other hand you repeat yourself. This is boring." You grab my head and use the tape to gag me. Afterwards you sit on me as you slowly start to unbutton my blouse.  "Stop refusing. It's time for you to play along," you say. I shake my head. You're not supposed to be having fun. You look at me for a long time. Suddenly you slap me across the face. My cheek burns and tears spring to my eyes. I try to blink them away. 

"Still fighting? What a drama. We both know you're a whore. Otherwise you wouldn't be here in the first place." No. I'm not. Don't touch me I think. As if you can read my mind, you lean down and whisper in my ear, "Okay. So I have to teach you what you really want. More fun for me, stupid. First of all, don't fight back. You want this." I try to put all my reluctance in my gaze and push you off me with my legs. It doesn't help. You sigh deeply before lunging with one hand. You slap my face again. Not as hard as before. But another smack comes right after that. And another and another. I don't count, I can't concentrate. Your blows don't get faster, but harder. My chees no longer burns, but feels sore and each new blow stings. A tear flows down my cheek. "That's what I want to see." Your voice sounds distant and I feel your hand brush my cheek, your cold gaze on me. As you reach for your pants and begin to massage your cock, your eyes undress me and I feel myself struggling inside. "You stupid hoe." You quickly stand up, turn me around and pull down my skirt. I hear you undo your belt. I gasp. You slap my ass with your hand, then with the belt. Pain runs through me and I try to avoid you. "You don't seem to have understood the first rule." You strike again and again. I try to stay down. Every time the belt hits my skin I wince and hiss. Stop it. Please. I feel your hands grabbing my ass. "Does that hurt?" I nod. You turn me around again. "Did you understand the first rule?" I nod again. I don't want to feel any more pain. "Good, then let's move on to the second rule." you say as you take off my skirt and panties. I look at you and wait. Anger flashes in your eyes. You slap me again. "You nod if you understand me. You say what I want to hear. Without hesitation. Rule two: You want to please me. That's what you're made for." I nod quickly and notice myself getting wet. I press my legs together. You grin and slide your hand between them. Slowly you move it up and down. I moan. "Seems like you're starting to understand. Let's see what else you can learn."

Make me needy until I don't care who's watching me. Make me horny until I don't care who's going to fuck me. Make me wet in front of them and let me beg to get fucked by all of them. And than it’s your turn.

I'll stand outside. I'm excited and a little bit thrilled. We've never met before, just written a lot and talked on the phone sometimes. And then you said you had a surprise for me. But in return, I have to do what you say.  You told me to dress up pretty, but not to hide what I have. I know what that means. I know what you want to see. That's why I'm wearing my black suspenders with no underwear. That's why I wear nothing else under my coat. Also you told me to obey you. No matter what happens.

And that's why I'm standing in front of this club I don't know. In a city I don't know. Only in my black coat and my suspenders. My heart is beating fast. Because before I go in, I must put on a blindfold. You said there's no need for me to see anything.I'll recognize you differently.

I can guess what's going to happen. We've talked and written about it many times. You like to watch. You like to control. You like to tease me. And I like being used by you. I like to please you. That's why I like to take deep breaths. I feel a tingling between my legs as I stand outside the door, pull the mask over my eyes and open the door.

Pt 1

I'm home alone and I wish you were there. I wish it was your hands instead of mine that pulled up my skirt  I wish your hands were sliding down my thighs and pulling down my slip instead of mine. And while I’ll unbutton my blouse, you would undo your pants. And I'll spread my legs and say:

You have the key to the apartment, but you didn't tell me when you were coming. Only that I'd have to wait for you. Naked and ready, no matter when you get here.