I check into my room at the Lathem not knowing what the day will hold. Will she come? Will the cyber fantasy be fulfilled?

I take a long shower and wrap myself in the hotel bathrobe. Minutes later I hear your knock on the door. I glance at the clock, not a minute late, not a minute early. A good start. I open the door, you stand in the corridor, your head bowed, wearing a white silk blouse, knee length skirt and black “sensible” shoes. You carry a small bag in your left hand.

“Enter,” I say firmly and you walk past me, your shoulder length hair moving gently as you enter the room and stand at the foot of the king size bed.

You look up, your eyes hold your desire to please and you know that you are here in response to my instructions. You have written of your longing to be fulfilled by a master who will treat you fairly but firmly. Your fulfillment will come from a desire deep inside you to meet my every wish.

I see you glance around the room, looking at the things arranged on the nightstand- the digital camera, the silk cords, the hairbrush and the vibrator. Your eyes return to me, looking into mine from a bowed head, awaiting your instructions.

I sit on the bed, my eyes take in your beauty, the soft curl to your hair which frames your face, the swell of your breasts under the simple blouse moving in tune with your breathing, the skirt which hugs your hips, and the well shaped legs.

“I need to see you.” My simple instruction.

You nod. “Yes Master.”

I watch as your fingers go to the buttons of your blouse, slowly but surely opening them, one by one, down to the waistband of your skirt. You undo the cuff buttons and then move to let the material fall from your shoulders to hang from your waist. Your head remains bowed as you reach behind you and undo the clasp of your simple black lace bra. You hold the cups against your breasts before, looking up into my eyes for a sign of approval, you let them fall to reveal their fullness to my gaze. I see the nipples hard against the dark pink areoles. They look perfect to my eyes; I want to reach out and grab them, but I restrain my impulse, looking up to you and motioning for you to continue. Your fingers now move to undo the simple clasp of your skirt and lower the zipper. The quiet room seems to echo with the sound as your skirt and blouse fall down your legs to lie in a small puddle at your feet.

“This too Master?”

Your fingers hook in the waistband of the sheer black thong that perfectly matches the now discarded bra. I nod, and watch you slowly draw this final item down your thighs, exposing yourself fully to me. My eyes are drawn to your pussy; I see the neatly trimmed bush, the swell of your labia lips, noticing the way they glisten in the light from the bedside lamp. Your hands hang at your sides your head remains bowed as you await another sign from me, your next instruction.

It takes all my willpower not to throw