Meeting Master
Mindy stood quietly in the hall outside the hotel room door. Her whole body was quivering, in anticipation or fear she didn’t know. After almost a year of interaction over the Internet she was finally going to meet him, her Master. It started as a game; she had a long time fantasy of being someone’s sex slave and had met him in a chat room filled with other curious dot com’ers. The anonymity of the situation helped Mindy drop her inhibitions and tell this perfect stranger her secret desires. Amazingly enough, through this medium she was able to play out the role of being his slave spending hours in front of the computer pushing her fingers into her soft wet pussy at his command and then licking them clean. He had named her bitch and …