My First Meeting With You, My Spank Slave - Part One


by Stone <StoneP@mail.usa.com>

You would wait for me in a hotel room that i have ordered you to go to. I imagine your heart would be beating fast and your _c_o_c_k_ would be throbbing hard as you waited. I told you to wear a normal set of clothes - the kind of clothes you'd wear when you're on a holiday. I said "but you know what I like." And you answered, "yes," so I was sure you'd also have on a pair of white briefs. My _c_o_c_k_, too, would be throbbing as I drove to the hotel. I look at my watch. Good! I'm going to be a couple of minutes late. That is by plan. I want you to have a little anxiety about whether I am coming. Just a little. But I'm hard, thinking of your fine body, that soft soft skin you have prepared so faithfully for me, your sweet face and above all - way above all - your sweet spirit which I will finally meet in the flesh. I am dressed in leather. Head to toe. A tight leather suit with lots of zippers to open it in different places. I have a leather mask in the car which I will put on just before entering the room where you wait.

Now I'm at the door. I look down at my body. I think you will like the way I look. The only naked part of me you will see is my eyes. But you will certainly noticing my _c_o_c_k_ which is filling a large space, very noticeably, in the tight leather pants.

I tap on the door and you open it. I push into the room forcefully, take you by the upper arm in my leather-gloved hand. I hold you for a moment at arm's length to look at you.

You are hoping for an embrace. You will get many embraces but I hold off for awhile. Everything will come (and cum) in its time.

"Undress" I command in the voice you have now heard over the internet. I speak low and softly but with great authority. "Undress down to your briefs."

You quickly do so. I love what I see. I love your body and I love your obedience. I love the straining _c_o_c_k_ I can discern through the bright white cotton briefs.

"Stand still!"

You stand, appropriately enough, as a soldier stands at attention. I circle you, looking but not touching.

To be continued...


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