Meeting a Sadist
Meeting a Sadist Master is at work awaiting his new girl’s arrival at the motel. As instructed, she sent him a message with her room number as soon as she checked in and put the spare key card under the mat outside the door. He smiles as he mentally runs through everything he is going to do with her and to her. Just thinking of meeting him has her cunt wet and slippery. She unpacks everything, organizing her BDSM gear so that all is accessible for her Master sadist. She has never shown anyone her entire collection; too embarrassing to even consider. But, her Master issued a command to bring everything to the hotel and lay it out for him. She looks at the small but impressive array of items. “What will he think of …