Chapter 1

My first night in a hotel, ever! It would probably have been more exciting if it weren’t such a flea bag. Well, I guess that’s unfair. The room is very small and more than a little run down. But at least it seems to be clean and I’ve seen no sign of insects of any kind. It’s just very old and threadbare. It’s in dire need of a major remodeling. Or better yet, demolishing and replacing. On the other hand, we’re quite close to many of the major sights we came here to see. I can only imagine what a nice hotel in the area would have cost us but I know it would have been significantly more than we’re paying for this place.

I can’t help feeling very excited anyway. We’re here for our Senior Class Trip, an annual event at my high school. There are thirty of us, including our chaperones. We traveled by car from our small town in Vermont to Washington D.C.

We traveled in a convoy of three cars and two vans, each driven by one of the chaperones. I haven’t counted heads but there seems to be about as many girls as boys in the group. I’m the youngest, having just turned sixteen. I skipped the second and fourth grades and would have skipped more if my parents hadn’t put a stop to it, thankfully. It’s hard being two or three years younger than everyone around you when you’re a teenager.

The hotel had not been the first disappointment on this trip. I expected to have my best friend Theresa for a roommate but she came down with the flu just before we were to leave. So, my roommate is Jo. She’s a very intimidating, very pretty, very sexy blonde.

We know each other. We go to a small school in a small town and everyone knows everyone else. But we don’t all hang out together or have much in common. That isn’t her fault, though. I’m younger than everyone else and I often feel like I don’t fit in. The other kids aren’t mean to me or anything. But I frequently get the feeling I’m invisible.

Jo is almost eighteen and she seems so mature. I can’t be around her without feeling really intimidated by her. It isn’t her fault I feel that way, though. She always nods to me or smiles and says hello around school. And she has been very nice to me all the way down here in the car. She and I traveled in the same car on the trip. We got along very well. Or at least I guess we did. I sat quietly in the back seat and enjoyed the joking and gossiping between the girls and our driver, Mrs. Carson. Jo had been nice to me and tried to draw me into the conversation. It couldn’t have been easy for her. I’m very shy. But I realized what she was doing and I appreciated it.

She didn’t seem to mind being assigned to a room with me, either. I know I’m not the girl she would have picked as a roommate. But she was nice about it. She didn’t seem the least bit disappointed and as we unpacked and put our things away she continued to try to draw me out.

She probably thought I was an idiot. I listened to my responses to her questions and comments and I thought I was an idiot! But she continued to treat me like an equal. I’m touched by how nice she’s being because it must be obvious I’m in awe of her.

We stopped to eat our evening meal an hour before we got into the city. Once we got to the hotel and checked in we were free for the rest of the evening, as long as we didn’t leave the hotel. Oh yeah, and no girls in the guy’s rooms, or vice versa.

Jo and I made ourselves comfortable. We put on t-shirts and loose cotton shorts and stretched out on our beds. We tried to find something to watch on the funky old TV in the room. Nothing caught our eye so Jo turned it off and we talked.

She asked me if I’m dating anyone. That’s kind of a sore subject for me. My parents told me that when I turned sixteen I could start dating. I turned sixteen last month. But because I skipped two grades all the guys in my dating pool are seventeen or eighteen. My parents won’t let me go out with them! That means that if I want to go out with someone I’d have to date a guy from the sophomore or junior classes. So, I’m a sixteen-year-old virgin who has never been on a date. But then, it hasn’t really come up. I have yet to be invited out on a date.

To make matters worse, it seems like all my friends and acquaintances are sexually active and they’re enjoying it very much. I really feel left out. I’ve never even kissed a boy. But I have some fantasies which would turn my parent’s hair white!

Jo seemed sympathetic when I explained my dilemma. I know she’s dating Ken, the hottest guy in the senior class! I told her how lucky I think she is to be dating him.

Jo replied, “Yeah, about that. Ken is more than my boyfriend.”

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed. “You guys are secretly married!”

She laughed at what she must have thought was my naïve response. “No silly! We’re too young to be married! We have a ... listen, can you keep a secret?”

“That’s a good one,” I said with a grin. “I hardly ever talk to anybody! Yes, I promise not to tell anyone your secret.”

I noticed Jo seemed uncharacteristically nervous. I figured her secret must be something big.

“Ken isn’t just my boyfriend,” Jo said. “He’s my Master.”

She saw the blank look on my face and laughed. “Are you okay?” she asked, still laughing at the look on my face.

“I know it’s weird,” Jo said. “I’ve been his sex slave since halfway through our junior year. We started out just dating. After a while, though, we started playing Master-slave games. It was just playing at first. But we aren’t playing anymore. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t know if you remember, but I used to be a real stuck up, snotty bitch. I thought I was better than everyone else. I was rude and obnoxious. Ken quickly put me in my place and then he took me to other places, exciting places. It was scary, especially in the beginning. Sometimes it was more than scary. It was also very educational.”

After a brief pause, probably concerned about the look of shock on my face she said, “I’m sorry to shake up your world like this.”

I didn’t respond, I guess my face said it all.

“Listen, Jen. I had to tell you because we’re going to be here for a week and you’re going to see things. You’re going to see me serve my Master. There’s no way to avoid it. I suppose you’re still a virgin. I bet you’ve never seen a naked guy have you?”

I have a very vivid imagination and my heart is beating at about twice my normal heart rate as I pictured Jo as a sex slave following Ken’s orders.

“I’m sorry, kid. But you’re almost certainly going to get an education this week. I have to do anything and everything Ken tells me to do.”

She sat up on the side of her bed facing my bed. She pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts and I was shocked to see the tiny silver bars in her nipples!

I exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

So much for trying to act cool.

I sat up quickly and sat on the edge of my bed. It’s a small room. Our twin beds are very close together. Our knees are almost touching as I gaped at her decorated nipples.

“Did it hurt?” I asked stupidly.

“Of course it hurt, silly! But Ken ordered me to have it done. Actually, it wasn’t much worse than having my ears pierced. Now I’m always aware of my nipples. The sensations are wonderful. Every time I feel my nipples being stimulated by my top I’m reminded Ken owns me. It’s nearly constant stimulation. I’m excited all the time!”

Jo finally dropped her t-shirt back down over her breasts. Her beautiful breasts, I might add. They’re just another reason for me to be jealous of her.

“I know this will be hard for you to take, kid. Ken will probably come to our room every evening. Sometimes he will bring another guy, or other guys, with him. He likes to order me to have sex with his friends while he watches. It turns him on. He likes to embarrass me. It turns him on to humiliate me by showing me off and making me do things most girls wouldn’t do.”

“Why don’t you leave him?” I asked incredulously.

“Because I love it, silly!” she exclaimed. “If he were to tell me I couldn’t be his slave any longer it would kill me. Every time he makes me do something, even the smallest thing, it turns me on. When he makes me do something really bad..., I can’t begin to tell you how hot that makes me.”

“What do I do when he comes to our room?”

Jo shrugged and replied, “I don’t know. I guess you could go to someone else’s room for a while. Or go to the lobby. When Ken is with me I have no free will. I do whatever I’m told. What you do will be between you and Ken. I’m sorry, Jen. I know that’s a lot to lay on you. You probably had a more normal senior class trip planned.”

I giggled and said, “Well, actually, I was hoping for a little excitement. I never have any at home! I’ve never met a sex slave before. Why do you like it so much? Do you ever get to do what you want?”

“That’s the weird part. I get to do exciting things that, if they were honest with themselves, a lot of girls would like to do but can’t. Because they’re the things we’re all raised to believe young ladies don’t do, or allow to be done to them. I can do those things, and I can do them without my conscience bothering me because I don’t have a choice. I’ve been ordered to do them.”

“What things?” I asked breathlessly, and we both giggled at the way my voice broke when I spoke.

“Do you really want to know?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Do you think you can hear about it without hating me?”

“Jo! I like you. Fuck! I’m in awe of you! You must have been able to see that.”

“Well,” Jo said, “I don’t know about awe. I suppose you look up to me because I’m older and have more experience. But it would make me sad if you started looking down on me.

“I promise, Jo. I won’t. I’m really curious.”

Jo sighed and said, “Okay, you asked for it.”

“We started out just dating like everyone else. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and I enjoyed the hell out of sex from the very first time. The truth is I’ve always had an appetite for sex that’s much more like what you’d expect from a guy than any other girl I know. I wouldn’t say I’m easy, but ... well, hell, that isn’t true. I guess I am kind of easy!”

We both laughed at that.

“On our first date he took me to a movie in Burlington. We stopped on the way home and parked behind some trees by the river. We made out for a while and he had me naked in no time. It was a chilly evening and we didn’t want to get out of the car. His car was too small to fuck in. So, I sucked him off and he got me off with his fingers. He tried to eat my pussy but we couldn’t do it in his little car. Even with all the limitations we had to put up with because of his car it was still a fantastic experience. He was very strong and masterful and I loved the way he took charge. Besides, he has a beautiful cock. Wait until you see it!”

“You were right before,” I said. “When you said you thought I’d probably never seen a naked guy, I haven’t.”

She smiled and said, “I’ve probably seen half the guys in our class naked. And they’ve seen me.”

I shivered as a ripple of sexual excitement seemed to travel up my spine at the images that brief statement conjured up in my mind.

“After that first date he started making me do things. The first thing he did was order me to stop wearing pantyhose and a bra. A couple days later he made me stop wearing panties. Oh, and on our second date we went to his house. His parents were out, although I found out later it wouldn’t have mattered. We went to his room and I undressed for him, nice and slow and sensual, while he took pictures. He has thousands of pictures of me getting naked and having sex with him or his friends. Then he ate my pussy and we fucked. He was far and away the best lover I ever had. He was the first guy to eat my pussy and he really knew what he was doing. I was really hooked then. I found out later why he’s such a good fuck. But that comes later in my story.”