Chapter 1

Peggy was beside herself with anticipation. Sir was coming to town today! She had met him playing an online role-playing game, Second Life, where she quickly and willingly had become part of his stable of submissive girls. The guy was amazing! For over a year she had chatted and had virtual sex with him online almost daily, making him a huge part of her fantasy life, coming to trust him and eventually divulging most of her deepest secrets to him, although he had revealed little of his real life to her.

She had sunk herself into Second Life as a nice alternative to her real life. Her mother had died young of breast cancer when Peggy was only seventeen. Following her mother's death, her father had sunk into an alcoholic depression, culminating with him dying in a drunken single vehicle car accident the day after she graduated high school. She had inherited the house and the insurance had paid it off, but didn't leave much more. On the advice of an accountant, she had sold it, to put some cash in the bank and avoid the maintenance and annual property taxes.

An average student never having any real aspirations for college, she had found work as a secretary at a real estate firm. It wasn't a great job, but it paid the bills, and the boss didn't care what she did on the computer if she wasn't busy, so she got in a lot of Second Life time at work, as well as at home.

The D/s (Dominant/submissive) theme is common in Second Life, and the game abounds with would-be Masters, but Sir was different. An unusual Dom, he eschewed the term "Master", insisting on just being called Sir instead, and had never collared any of his subbie girls. Sir insisted that a collar was too serious a commitment for an online game. He always told his girls, "You can WEAR a collar if you wish, but we both know it isn't mine". Of course, all of them did.

She was worried about one thing. He had never asked for a picture, and Peggy knew she didn't live up to the slim, svelte avatar she used in the game. Peggy was definitely overweight by forty or more pounds. The cute 23 year old was getting into the range of what most on the Internet term

"BBW". She wasn't fat, but definitely chubby, with a big ass, thick thighs and rounded tummy. She had admitted this to Sir in online chat, and he didn't seem to care.

She showered, including shaving both her legs and her pussy. She finished brushing out her light brown hair, which hung to the middle of her back, and began to get dressed. Sir had told her to dress casually so she slipped on a pair of pale blue bikini panties, comfortable but still new looking jeans, and her favorite pale green summer top that complemented her emerald eyes. No bra.

She rarely wore one as she had very small breasts for a big girl, not even really a B cup. More like a large A. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, though, to the point that she could orgasm from having them stimulated. Her little breasts, she thought, were actually one of her body's best features, as they were still firm and had almost no sag.

She had barely gotten her sandals on when the doorbell rang. Sir was here! She flew to the front door and opened it to reveal a tall, attractive thirty-something year old man in a dark pinstriped suit. He eyed her up and down and then said, "Peggy, I assume?". She nodded nervously.

His expression unchanged, he said, "I am Carl, Sir's driver. Come with me. I'll take you to Sir."

He turned and began to walk away. Quickly locking her door, Peggy followed him to a dark blue Lincoln sedan, where he held the rear door open until she was seated. He moved to the driver's seat, and the car started quietly and pulled smoothly away from the curb. The driver remained silent during the drive through heavy rush-hour traffic.

Peggy thought about how little she actually knew about Sir. She knew he was considerably older than her, in his "fifties" is all he had told her, and that he was in town to "teach a class". Beyond that, she knew him to be a great conversationalist as well as a Dom who was into the lifestyle for real, not just in Second Life. When they had made plans to actually meet, Sir had told her to expect "a taste of the real thing".

The car pulled up in front of the posh Worthington Hotel in downtown Fort Worth and her door was immediately opened by a uniformed valet. She got out of the car with a muted thanks and went to follow Carl, who was already striding away. He led her through the opulent lobby to a bank of elevators and pressed the call button. A set of doors opened immediately and they stepped into the car, where he pushed the button for the seventh floor.

They stepped out into the plushly carpeted hallway and Carl turned to the right. Peggy noticed right away that this was unlike any hotel hallway she had been in before. All the room doors seemed entirely too far apart. They came to a stop near the end of the long hallway, and Carl pressed a button next to one of the doors. Peggy could not hear any sound of a doorbell, but in just a few seconds the door opened, revealing a tall gentleman talking heatedly on a cell phone. He was dressed in tan slacks, a pullover blue and white golf shirt and leather loafers that bespoke money and casual elegance. He motioned them in and closed the door. He stood about 6 feet tall, and looked to be trim and healthy, with dark eyes and salt-and-pepper brown hair, neatly styled.

"Damn it, I said tomorrow, and that's final. If you aren't up to the task I'll get someone who is."

He thumbed the phone off and looked at them for the first time. "Sorry about that. It's always something."

Carl stepped a couple of paces to the side and indicated Peggy. "Sir, Peggy" was all he said.

Sir locked eyes with her in appraisal and she felt her breath catch. She had never seen a more spectacular man. He simply oozed confidence and was strikingly handsome. He stepped closer, and let his eyes travel slowly up and down her body. Nothing in his expression gave away anything he was thinking, but he seemed to fill up the room with his presence. Peggy's palms were sweating, and she swallowed nervously.

Sir walked slowly around her, taking her in from all angles, as Carl stood by impassively. He smiled, pleasantly surprised inwardly. He wasn't a big fan of skinny girls OR big tits. She was ideal. Peggy had warned him in chat about her looks, and while he hadn't told her, he was secretly thrilled with her appearance. Finally he stepped back in front of her, caught her eye and said,

"Peppermint. Say it."

"Pep-peppermint?" she stammered.

"Peppermint. That is your safe word tonight. I will be pushing your limits. If at any time you are unwilling to proceed, simply say 'peppermint' and the evening will be over. I will call Carl to come and take you home. Do you understand? A simple yes or no will suffice."

Peggy's mind was whirling but she managed to say, "Yes, Sir".

"Excellent. Strip."

Shocked, she stammered, "I, uh" and before she could make another sound, Sir's hand was fisted in her hair, tipping her head back as he leaned into her, bringing his face barely an inch from her own.

Softly he said, "Did I ask you to speak? Was it a difficult instruction to understand?"

"No Sir," Peggy whimpered.

"Then either lose the clothes, or say 'peppermint' and quit wasting my time." He released her hair and took a step back expectantly.

Blushing brightly, she undid her jeans and eased them down over her ample ass, working them off over her sandals. She straightened, looking for a place to put them, but Carl simply held out his hand.

She gave them to him and quickly removed her top and her panties despite her embarrassment, handing each item to Carl, who neatly folded everything into a bundle. She stood up straight, fighting the urge to cover herself. Her nipples were rock-hard, and she could feel herself getting wet. Sir took her arm and led her next to an elegant leather overstuffed chair. A flat round cushion about two feet in diameter lay on the floor in front of the chair.

"Kneel on the cushion, facing the chair. Remain silent," Sir said.

Peggy smiled inwardly. This, she knew how to do from all their play in Second Life. She had practiced it for hours in real life as well. She gracefully sank into the "nadu" position on the cushion. Adapted from the Gor series of books by John Norman, it was a common slave posture.

Buttocks on heels, knees shoulder width apart, back straight and chest thrust forward, head held high and palms up on each thigh. With practice, a sub could maintain the pose for quite some time.

It became restful.

She heard Sir move behind her and tell Carl, "Telephone standby until 1am. If I haven't called by then take the rest of the night off."

"Yes, Sir," Carl replied. She heard the door open and then close. Peggy shuddered in anticipation.

Without a word to her, Sir stepped into an adjacent room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Peggy took a moment to look around the hotel suite. The place was HUGE. There was a conference/dining table with room for 12 people, a full kitchenette, an expansive wet bar with six stools, and a seating area with sofa and two oversized chairs, one of which she was kneeling in front of. A huge flat screen TV dominated the wall in front of the sofa. In addition to the door that Sir had disappeared behind, a door on the other side of the room led into what appeared to be a fully equipped executive office. Another door opened into an elegantly appointed bathroom. Peggy couldn't even imagine what a suite like this must cost. It was bigger than her apartment. Way bigger. She quickly resumed her face-forward position. It wouldn't do to have Sir catch her gawking.