She’d agreed to meet him, despite her better judgement. She knew it was dangerous – 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.

As she drove to meet him, she had felt the mixture of fear, apprehension, excitement and lust growing in her body. Her panties had already become soaked with the juices that leaked from her.

Now in the room with him, he had slipped a blindfold over her eyes – bringing back that fear of the unknown that excited her more than anything. Seeing her tremble he kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue for a moment, then left her standing alone.

The sudden lack of contact after the passionate kiss left her confused – she wondered what he had planned. In this hotel room, her wildest fantasies could not be realised but he knew what they were. He knew her fantasy was being forcibly strapped down and helpless while being used ruthlessly.

They had spent many conversations online exploring what she might enjoy in this fantasy of hers and she had found herself excited despite herself discussing the possibilities.

Now, alone in the room and blindfolded, she knew that she wanted more. She wanted whatever her Master decided she should experience, and she’d endure it with pleasure.

A hundred ideas flooded her mind as she felt her coat taken from her. For a moment she was alone with her thoughts again, then hands slowly unzipped the back of her dress and it fell to the floor. He steadied her as she stepped out of the dress.

Next she felt her bra being unclipped and the straps pushed from her shoulders. It was pulled forward and her breasts now hung free. Suddenly she realised that he was inspecting her. She was aware of course that, while she was blindfolded, he saw everything, but only now did the thought become important. She imagined his face close to her nipples and wanted to feel his breath on her skin, the gentle tongue he had spoken about, and the bite of his teeth. That was what she wanted, but what she got was something entirely different.

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

“I’m going to cut your panties from you.”

His voice hit her like an electric shock and she gasped, stiffening her body, and holding perfectly still. The scissors moved against her skin and she heard the cutting of the material. She shivered.

Now she felt his hot breath on her thighs. He spoke again.

“Spread for me, slut.”