Page 125 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

The doors opened as I approached and a few people walked a wide berth around me as they exited. Luckily, I had the car to myself on the way up. I was on the edge of panic at the thought of stepping into the unknown.

We'd spoken for over a month. We'd exchanged some naughty messages and pictures, mostly me sending to my Mistress. She made me feel good and my presents were expensive. The hotel she picked shouldn't have surprised me. I'd assumed she'd take me to a no-tell-motel for our meeting to keep it secret.

I checked the sign when the doors opened and followed the arrow for that block of rooms. Suite. My hands shook so badly as I tried to get the card key into the lock that I nearly dropped it. I heard the stop beep and I opened the door, I nearly backed out as soon as I saw the lights were dimmed.

"Mistress?" I softly called out as the door clicked closed behind me. There was a large seating area with comfortable looking furniture, two closed doors off to the right.

"Hello, my sweet Georgie. You kept me waiting." A shadowed figure stepped out of the shadows through the open balcony door. She wore a black trench coat. The V of the jacket exposed her down to her waist. Leather stiletto boots encased her legs to mid-thigh, the pale skin of her thighs exposed as she took another step and the fabric parted. She had dirty blonde hair that was curly and hung just below her shoulders.

"Do you approve of your Mistress?"

I swallowed hard as every slow step brought her closer and every quickened breath I took pulled at the band of my bra around my chest.

"Y—yes, Mistress."

"Did my boy wear his present?"

I nodded as she stopped a few feet from me. I could smell a subtle spicy perfume.

"Show me." She ordered as she started to retreat.

My hands shook as I tugged off my beanie. I groaned as she teased me with peeks at her nipples as her body shifted and I removed my clothes to reveal the blush-colored bra, a matching lace thong with the garters and stockings until finally, I revealed my secret for someone in person for the first time.

"Clean up your clothes and fold them. Mistress doesn't abide mess."

I didn't hesitate to jump at her command, bending over to pick up my clothes and I grabbed onto the arm of a chair as her hand slipped between my thighs and cupped my lace covered cock. I'd been embarrassingly hard since the moment I'd opened the new present she'd sent me.

"Mistress loves an obedient boy." As quickly as her touch was there it was gone, and I held my breath as I finished the task she'd given me.

Once everything was neatly folded and laid on the chair, my boots lined up perfectly center under it, I straightened to await her next command.

"I ordered us some dinner, it'll be here any minute. But until then, would you like to know what I'm going to do with you tonight?"

"Yes, Mistress." I answered as she lowered to take a seat on the couch and she used the toe of her boot to push it out to open the space between it and her.

"Come, I want you to kneel beside my feet and you'll keep your hands flat on your thighs. You're not allowed to touch your Mistress unless I give you permission."

I complied and walked toward her, I lowered to my knees on the soft carpet. I'd spent weeks wondering what it would be like to have her in the same room with me. If her voice would be as husky and commanding? I tensed as her slender fingers combed through the back of my hair and I moaned as she curled her fingers into a tight fist. She jerked my head back and I watched as her face came into view, her lips were barely an inch from mine.

"Tonight, your Mistress is going to play with you. You will get a taste of what it will be like to be mine. Did you read my profile before you sent me that message about wanting me to be your Mommy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you know I will be a very demanding Mistress? Every minute of your days and nights will belong to me. Every moment of pleasure and pain."

I barely kept my hands on my thighs as she teased my cock with just the tips of her nails. Tickling my hard length that was testing the limits of the lace.

"You like that? My sweet boy wants to be owned and cared for."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Did you play with the toys I sent you?"

My face burned at thinking of the plugs and chastity device, and the shame I'd felt with the other item she sent with my pretty lingerie for the night.

"I was too scared."

"What we have should never be shameful. Preparing yourself for your Mistress should please you…that you're doing it for your Mistress. Did you do as I asked?"

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