I don't think I'd ever been so nervous in my life. I sat there on the padded bench in the hotel lobby, one of my legs bouncing restlessly over and over again as I tried not to fidget and failed miserably. My palms were sweating. I'd already wiped them off, twice, and pretty much gave up on them not sweating after that. I had a box of twizzlers in one hand and a bundle of roses in the other, and I was compulsively checking my phone for the time and to see if I'd gotten a message. Anything to distract me. It was 1:27pm, exactly two minutes since the last time I'd checked.

I was pretty firmly out of my element. Though I was excited, and felt like this was right, if I'm honest, part of me wondered if I was totally out of my mind. I wasn't usually the impulsive sort, you see. In most areas of my life I was a very careful kind of person. I tended to ere on the side of caution. I didn't do things like this.

But then, nothing had been quite the same since she came into my life and turned everything on its ear.

We found each other online. Neither of us was looking for something intimate or deep or meaningful, just some friendly conversation, maybe, but more typically, a quick romp of a sexual cyberspace encounter for some relief and release before going on with our respective lives. Simple. Casual. Meaningless.

It was her fault, really. She started things out by actually talking to me, because she made it seem like she wasn't really interested in sex at all. It wasn't my M.O., to go into that kind of chat without some gratification in mind, but that's where we ended up going anyway. I got to know her smile, her laugh, her wit, and by the time I realized how wrong I was about her sexual designs where I was concerned, it was pretty much too late.

The problem with Jess was, it was so easy, so right with her. Talking with her was effortless, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was understood exactly as I was.

Oh, there were rough spots, don't get me wrong. She was a little spitfire and full of emotion including her moments of struggles and uncertainties and moodiness.

But, unlike in my previous experiences with women, when we had our problems, I could talk to her about the issue, say the right things, and fix the problem. And that feeling was so fulfilling and wonderful to me, it really made me realize how deeply something so simple and clean and vital as the feeling of being able to make things better in a relationship was utterly foreign to me.

It wasn't long into our relationship that Jess and I entered into a power exchange dynamic. It was new to both of us, but something we'd each wondered about and wanted to experience for a long time, but never could find the right person for. The depth of sharing and bonding as we became Dominant and submissive, then Master and slave, only intensified the amazing attraction and pull we felt toward one another.

I can hardly describe the need that came over me. From the beginning, our relationship was supposed to stay casual. But that wasn't to be; we morphed from friends, to fuck buddies, to Master and slave with a speed and fluidity that would have made most in The Lifestyle laugh. And it was supposed to stop there, and go no further. We would be forever 'online only', connected on a deep, intoxicating level, but through our minds and hearts only. A meeting in person was simply out of the question. We would come together, share those bits of eachother we could, and live our separate lives.

The pull was too great, though. We were meshing and getting consumed by each other, and soon, we finally broke down and decided to meet face to face.

In a completely uncharacteristic move of impulsiveness, I made the two hundred and fifty mile trip from my home in Georgia to her town in Florida. I went to the hotel we agreed to meet in, and waiting for her to arrive.

If you had told me three months before then I would be meeting a woman I met in an online sex chat, in an entirely different state, that I also happened to be deeply in love and had chosen to Dominate and subsequently enslave, in a hotel for the first time? I would have laughed and said you clearly didn't know me well at all. The whole thing was so entirely out of character for me it was ludicrous. And even as enamored as I was, I could see the sea of red flags everywhere. The whole premise smacked of a bad idea.

But despite all that, even nervous as I was ... somehow I had never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I knew, in some unexplainable, irrational part of my core, that this was right. She was right. We were right. I don't think even today I can properly explain how I was so certain. It was just an instinctual feeling, and I felt it so strongly, I was willing to risk all that we both had to follow it.

And so I waited, nervous and anxious and on edge.

The door to the hotel lobby slid open. She walked through, and my whole world narrowed down to her.

Short like me, she was older than me by ten years. She didn't look it; her face was young, oval shaped with a swarthy, natural light tan. Her eyes were big and brown and expressive and her nose neatly rounded at the tip. Her hair was dark chocolate and thick, glossy locks spilling straight down to the top of her shoulder blades and parted down the center. She was a curvy woman, with rounded, supple hips, a generous round ass, and heavy, ripe breasts. She wore simple, plain clothes; a nicely fitting gray T-shirt, a pair of blue jean shorts, and sandals.

My Jess. My girl. My slave.

She was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

Her eyes fell on me, and she smiled softly, almost shyly, those big brown eyes staring into my gray gaze with all the love and adoration I'd always known she had inside.

That was all it took. My nerves fell away, replaced by a sureness and confidence I'd never possessed before. It was as if everything came into perfect clarity in that moment. Again, unexplainably, I knew I'd made exactly the right choice, and that realization was freeing in a way I never knew before. I stepped to her, and held out my gifts for her, a small bouquet of roses and her favorite candies. Her face lit as she accepted the unexpected gifts.

Before she could say a word, I kissed her, my lips finding hers urgently as my hands came up and framed her face, cupping her jaw in my hands. She was tense for the barest of moments; and then she yielded to me, gave in to my kiss, and surrendered. She tasted of the gum she was chewing and the faintest trace of the cigarette she'd smoked earlier to calm her nerves. I found cigarettes distasteful, but I didn't care just then because it was her, and nothing could be bad about that kiss and the feel of her finally under my fingers and the taste of her submitting to me.

We stood there in the lobby, lingering in that first, deep kiss, that first moment of true contact. I don't think there was anyone around but the desk attendant, who politely said nothing. I could have cared less if there was a whole roomful of people. I was with my girl, and she was mine, and we both savored that moment with all that we were.

All too soon, we came up for air. She rested her forehead against mine, smiling that same shy but happy smile with her heart in those deep, dark eyes.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I smiled back.

"I can't believe you're here, Sir," she said quietly.

"I'm here, girl. I'm here and you're all mine."

"I'm yours," she agreed with a satisfied sigh. I brushed my thumb against her cheek, wondering at the softness and suppleness of her skin. She'd told me how soft her skin was, but to feel it was something else. She clutched her presents to her chest, her eyes alternatingly staring into my face and looking down at my chest, and I knew she was etching every moment of this into her memory.

"So ... what now, Sir?" she asked after that long pause of simply existing in the same space together.

I wish I could say I'd been a classy gentleman. I wish I could say I told her to take me out and show me the town. That I took her to lunch, or shopping, or we went and walked the streets hand in hand. That we talked and laughed and shared a fine, sunny Florida afternoon together, breathing in the cool salt air and watching gulls swoop and circle as we talked about our childhoods and sweet nothings and what we wanted out of life while people walked past and commented what an odd but happy couple we made.

Instead, I led her down the hall to the room I'd reserved, opened and then shut the door behind us. It was a fairly nice room, nothing extraordinary or luxurious, but comfortable and clean with a plush, soft king bed and nice furnishings.

Neither of us noticed a single detail of the room as I pushed her up against the wall, one of my hands in her hair as I kissed her fervently, my mouth claiming hers as she so readily yielded to me. Her hands gripped my biceps, feeling the muscle shifting there as I pressed against her. My tongue worked into her mouth, caressing and stroking, swirling, finding her own tongue and dancing with it in a passionate whirl. I took her lips between mine and sucked sharply, firmly, nibbling and pulling my girl's full lower lip with my teeth. She moaned into my mouth, squirming in my arms already.

I broke the kiss and stared down into her eyes, watching her. I breathed in the scent of her, the smell of sweet fruit perfume, a smell I would always and forever associate with her.

"My slave. Mine," I said to her firmly.

Her eyes fluttered as she took the words in, then nodded imperceptibly. "Yours, my Master."

Such a simple word, for such a powerful, heady effect. I'd heard her say it before, of course, over the phone, but to watch her face as the words left those beautiful full lips...

I gripped her hair, my eyes never leaving hers as I craned her head back at a sharp angle. Jess gasped softly and her lips trembled. Using my grip on her hair, I guided her down to her knees. She knelt at my feet without question, staring up at me with starving eyes.

"My pants, slave," I ordered.

My girl hastily undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. As she slid my zipper down, I caught sight of her eyes staring up into mine, glossy and bright with lust, the intensity of her need and desire laid bare in those shining, dark brown orbs.

And then my pants were undone, and she gripped my black boxer-briefs and slipped them down until the thick hardness of my cock was exposed, and she had eyes only for my dick. She stared at it closely, intently, reverently even, and a visible shudder coursed through her.

I allowed her a moment, then, to fully take in the sight of me. When at last her eyes turned back up to mine, my slave said in that impish, playful voice of hers, which was husky with lust by then, "I know I said before that I was going to lick and taste every inch of you ... but I don't think this can wait right now, Master."

My hand reached down to rest atop her head, my fingers slipping into her thick, silken hair. That was all the signal she needed, and she dropped her face down into my lap, grasping the base of my cock in her small fingers. She extended her tongue to run over my rigid flesh, tasting my cockmeat for the first time as she painted a long, wet line along the underside.

I'm still not sure which of us groaned with more pleasure.

Jess's mouth explored me, tasting me, memorizing the texture of soft skin sliding over firm, unyielding muscle along the shaft of my cock. She even seemed to be enamored with the smell of me. It was amazing just to watch her, to see her reveling in that moment of personal pleasure and fulfillment. Then she began to explore my dick in earnest, her tongue swirling all around it to coat it fully in the wet warmth of her saliva, the flat of her tongue ran up one side and down the other before spiraling back up and circling around the flared rim of my cockhead. She hungrily bathed the spongy, swollen head in warmth and adoration.

At last she looked up at me through hooded eyes and plunged my cock into the slick grip of her mouth, pushing her head down on that first intake and swallowing my meat until the blunt head of my cock butted up against the back of her throat. She groaned deliciously then, and I felt her shiver of delight. She slurped wetly, deeply, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled on my flesh.

Both my hands tangled in her hair, then. I allowed her a few more moments of exploring on her own, letting her pleasure me at her own pace. She took my heavy cock into the tight confines of her throat, slurping deeply, her lips stretched around the base of my dick as her throat muscles squeezed and milked at me. She gagged, drew back, then plunged down and gagged all over again, the sound wet and struggling and primal and delicious.

My self control waned before long. My hands gripped her hair firmly and I dug my fingers into her scalp. My hips began to thrust and work, pumping my meat in deep, long strokes in and out of her throat. The slave knew who was in control and surrendered, opening her mouth and tight, silken throat to me as best she could while her tongue worked and caressed along the heavy underside of my dick.

I fucked her face hard and deep, using her talented mouth for my pleasure. She choked and gagged, gasped for air and sputtered. Soon saliva was spilling in great, glossy ropes from her lips and her chin, spilling down onto her shirt. Her eyes stared up at me wide and reddening as I pounded my dick down her yielding, welcoming throat. My balls smacked wetly against her chin as I forcefully bobbed her head up and down my length, taking my pleasure from her as we'd both known I would. Jess's lips stretched wide around my thrusting cock, puffy and bruised from my abuse, and all she did was moan and whimper and accept every bit of my use with pleading eyes.

She thought at any moment I would reward her with a big load of much desired cum, I knew. She was taut and yearning for it, begging with her eyes to get her belly full of warm seed.

But I wasn't willing to give it, not just yet. I was possessed of a sort of need that wouldn't be so easily slaked.

I pulled her off my cock with a sloppy, wet pop. My pet sagged to the floor, panting and gasping as her own drool spilled from my saturated cock down onto her upturned face.

"Up," I ordered simply.

It took her a moment to gather herself, then the slave quickly complied. I circled her slowly, my hands touching, caressing. Her body was already strung tight as a bow from the thrill of sucking her Master's cock, and even a light touch made her tense and shiver. My lips curled wickedly, almost cruelly at the corners of my mouth, pleased beyond measure.

I helped her to strip out of her clothes. The underthings she wore beneath weren't quite so plain; her bra was a black scooping number that pushed her ample tits up and together, leaving her soft breasts bare almost to the nipple. Her panties were black as well, and lacy, with a little pink bow along the back in lace above the boy cut style bottoms that left the round curve of her juicy ass exposed.

"Show me," I commanded her, and she knew exactly what I meant.

Swallowing heavily, Jess laid down on the bed on her back, and spread her supple, soft thighs to boldly expose the treasures bared by her crotchless panties. Her cunt was puffy and thick lipped, smooth and hairless and plump, her outer labia engorged and already sticky and glistening with her obvious arousal. The soft pink of her inner flesh peaked through between her soaked folds, wet and desperately awaiting attention. Her clit was stiff and swollen and peaking ever so slightly from its hood. She had a beautiful pussy, promising endless pleasure and satisfaction for both of us, wet and wanting and proudly displaying her need for her Master's touch and attention.

"Masturbate, slave. Touch yourself for me."

"S-Sir?" she whimpered softly. She didn't want to touch herself, I could see it plain as day in her eyes: no, I don't want to do this, I want you to do this, please touch me, I'm right here open and wet and waiting, touch me! Don't make me do it, I need you!

But I was nothing, if not a touch sadistic.

"Masturbate, slave. Now. Get those fingers to work in that cunt."

She bit her puffy lower lip, and obeyed.

Our eyes never broke contact as her hands slipped between her widely splayed thighs and she ran her fingertips along her plump folds, dipping into the pink flesh between her labia. She shuddered, stifling a gasp as she touched herself for my pleasure. Her fingers circled her pink, slippery hole before dipping in, one finger and then two, pumping slowly into her gripping tunnel.