Michelle took a deep breath, and knocked softly on the door of the hotel room. "This is it," she thought to herself, "I'm really doing this."

It had been a long journey - and not just the hours of bus travel, followed by a cab to his hotel. No, the journey had started long before that - online, joining forum after forum, always looking for something more, someone more. Eventually, inevitably perhaps, he had found her - or she him.

Initially, it was just that they had kinks in common - the forum on which they had first met was not for the faint of heart, and she had spent countless hours sitting in front of her computer as, in her mind and the internet-connected minds of one or more others, she had been tied up, flogged, fucked, gang-banged .. you name it. But, right from the first, she had been drawn to him, in particular. They seemed so perfectly connected, discussing her fantasies, and his - the two dovetailing so well, it was eerie. Their online chats had been wide-ranging, covering topics both mundane and exotic, as well as erotic.

The relationship had gradually crept out of the computer, and into her offline world. She started taking his orders to do things in 'RL', as they referred to real life. At first, it had been 'normal' things or, at least, normal by some standards - touching herself at his command as the two of them had phone sex. He told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, and she told him how it was making her feel, her fingers rubbing, frantically, at her swollen clitoris. When he finally allowed her to, she came hard - shuddering and biting on her fingers to stifle her gasps and moans so that she didn't wake her mother and her asshole stepfather, sleeping down the hall.

Phone sex soon became webcam sex, and she performed for him - stripping sensually to display herself. She used toys, as well - vibrators, dildos, butt-plugs. She was eager to show him just how far she was willing to go in her role as his slut. It wasn't all about pleasure, either. Her pain pleased him too, and Michelle would often whip herself for him - ending the session with bright pink stripes covering her ass and tits.

She would sometimes tell him about her RL adventures, too. Michelle winced as she remembered the time she told him about getting drunk at a neighborhood party, and letting herself be used as a pass-around slut. At the time, she had loved it - the guys had stripped her naked and then, one after another, fucked her in full view of everyone else. As each man came inside her, he would stand up while she waited, her legs spread wide, for the next cock to be shoved into her.

For some reason she still didn't understand, he had gotten angry about this, and he'd ordered her to take her largest dildo and fuck herself in the ass with it. God, that had hurt - she had cried as she forced the huge, flared head into her tight hole. Michelle knew he hadn't been all that angry, because his cock had looked amazingly hard as he stroked himself, watching her carry out his orders. He had let her use lube, for which she had been duly grateful, but it had still been incredibly painful. Thank god her folks had been out that night - the orgasm she had had as she pumped the huge rubber cock in and out of her tight hole had been intense, and she had screamed her throat raw.

It was inevitable right from the start, she thought, that it would come to this. They had been planning this for a while, and yesterday, when his detailed instructions had arrived, Michelle had felt a secret thrill that made her smile all day.

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Now, she stood at his door - or the door to his hotel suite, anyway. Her heart pounded as she waited for him to open it and make one of their darkest shared fantasies come true. As per his instructions, the clothes she was wearing were threadbare and worn. Well, those hadn't been his instructions, exactly. What he had said was, "Wear something you don't care about losing when I rip it off your body."

Her pussy had gotten very wet as she read those words. She had agonized over her choice - she wanted to dress up sexily for this, their first ever RL meeting. But, she knew something about what would happen today, and she really didn't want to lose her best clothes and lingerie, so she had chosen an old blouse and skirt instead. The plain clothes looked odd with her heavily - OK, her sluttily made up face. Her shoes were her best, though - shiny black three-inch heels. She knew many of his tastes, by now, and was pretty sure she'd be keeping the shoes on.

"Probably just the shoes," she thought, with a shiver of anticipation.

Aside from her clothes, and as per his instructions, she had nothing on her - no purse, no bag with extra clothes, no money, nothing. From the moment he stripped her naked, she would be unable to leave until, and if, he chose to give her something else to wear. Well, she could leave naked, she supposed - unless, as she fully expected to be, she was tied up. Another delicious shiver ran through her.

Her long brown hair was done up in a tight ponytail that fell halfway down her back. He had insisted on that, too. She thought it was to make her seem more exposed, more vulnerable - so that she wouldn't even have her hair to hide behind.

The door opened, and there he stood ・ taller than she had expected from looking at him via webcam, and bulkier, too. He loomed over her, a spark of something dangerous in his eyes as he swept his gaze up and down her body, a forbidding expression on his face.