She had agreed to meet him after a lot of thought and despite her better judgement. She knew she was doing things she would advise her daughter against - meeting a man for the first time in a place she did not know and with the clear intention of having a sexual adventure. But it was what she wanted.

In the car as she drove to meet him she had felt the mixture of fear, apprehension, excitement and lust growing in her body. She knew that her panties were already stained with the juices that had seeped from her.

Now she was in the room with him and as they had walked through the door he had slipped a blindfold over her eyes - bringing back that fear of the unknown that excited her more than anything. As if reading her mind he had kissed her once, invading her mouth with his tongue and pressing his face hard against hers, and then left her standing alone.

The lack of contact after the passionate physical assault left her mind confused - wanting more but wondering what would happen next. The room was a standard hotel room, so her wildest fantasies would not be realised but he knew what they were. He knew that her deepest thoughts were of being forcibly strapped down and used, of being helpless while others used her ruthlessly and woke in her pleasures that she had not admitted to anyone. Well, hardly anyone.

They had spent many conversations online exploring what she might enjoy and he had forced her to read things that her natural instincts were to avoid. She had followed his instructions and found herself excited despite herself, unsure whether her body was responding to what she was reading or to the fact that she was reading because he had instructed her - and she was submissive.

Now, alone, blindfolded and without contact in the room she knew that she wanted more. She wanted whatever fate he chose for her. Whatever her Master decided she should experience, she would endure with pleasure.

As a hundred ideas seemed to whizz around in her head she was drawn back to the reality of her situation as her coat was slipped from her. For a few seconds she was alone with her thoughts again and then hands undid buttons and zips, her skirt fell to the floor and her top was pulled over her head. He pulled her forward and she stepped out of the skirt. She imagined him picking it up and putting it on a chair back but couldn't know whether or not that had happened. The next contact was behind her as her bra was unclipped and the straps pushed from her shoulders. It was pulled forward from her and her breasts hung free. It was now that she realised that he was inspecting her. She had been aware of course that while she was blindfolded he saw everything, but it was only now that the thought became important. Her breasts were naked and he was looking at them - not in a picture, not via a videocam but in the flesh. She imagined his face close to her nipples and wanted to feel the heat of his breath on her skin, wanted the gentle tongue he had spoken about, the suction of his lips around her and the bite of his teeth. That was what she wanted, but what she got was the feeling of cold metal at her hips.

She remembered an idea he had used once when encouraging her to let her mind free - scissors.

The hard, cold metal moved over the skin at the front of her thighs and rested at the elastic of her pantie legs.

He spoke for the first time since they had entered the room.

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