I looked appraisingly around the hotel room checking for last minute jobs. My nervousness getting the better of me, I busied myself tidying things that don't need tidying.

Let me explain, I'm 48 years old, a bbw, a big beautiful woman for those of you who don't know. I'm 5ft 8 tall weigh about 15 stones, have short red brown hair and I was standing in the middle of a 5 star hotel room in the Caribbean. All this was a long, long way from my normal life as a teacher in London, England.

I had flown out to The Caribbean that morning, arriving about lunchtime, taken a taxi to my hotel from the Airport. It only took about 30 minutes and I was checked into my luxurious double room. The first thing I had done was pick up the phone beside the bed and dial the number that I'd committed to memory. I heard the phone ring at the other end.

"Hello."

"Hello Sir, I've arrived."

"Welcome to the Islands my pet, are you ready for me?"

"Of course sir, shall I take a bath before you arrive?"
"No my pet, just have a quick shower, I shall be there shortly, have you arranged for me to collect the key?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good pet."

I heard the click of his disconnection and I sat for a few moments looking at the phone.

It suddenly dawned on me that I didn't know what time to expect my master so I started darting around to get ready. I quickly unpacked my case, pushing things into drawers and the wardrobe. Putting my toiletries in the bathroom I started the shower running. I threw off my travel stained blouse and trousers and stepped under the cooling shower to wash away the grime of my 8 hour journey. As I ran my hands over my body I smiled knowing my master was soon to run his hands over my skin for the very first time. My nipples hardened at the thought. I washed myself thoroughly; I didn't wish to repel my master at our first meeting. Why on earth does one feel so completely filthy after a journey?

Let me explain. Just 8 months ago I answered an ad on the Internet. My master had put a profile on a dating site and I had answered it. I had not known he was looking for a submissive. However, he must have sensed something in the way I responded as he realised I had submissive tendencies. Over the weeks when we had first started chatting on MSN he guided me carefully and skilfully towards accepting his dominance over me. Our conversations became long and intense, with his probing questions asking about my previous life and my thoughts on the Dom/sub lifestyle. I gradually accepted that my master was a benevolent one and he wished me well and that I could trust him. We spoke endlessly about our hopes and fears and what we would like from our meetings.

Obviously, at first I thought our chats were all pie in the sky dreaming, but as our conversations lengthened and deepened I began to think why not, what did I have to lose? There was nothing to stop me flying over to the Caribbean in one of the holidays. I'd have my own ticket and hotel room so what did I have to fear? So taking a big deep breath I'd booked a flight out for the summer holidays, 2 weeks. A big risk if it didn't work out I'd be on my own in a foreign country for 2 weeks, but what the heck, I was sure I'd have fun whatever.

As the time got closer and closer I began to worry if I'd done the right thing but in the words of the saying I'd rather regret something I've done than something I've not done. So with a whole room full of butterflies doing somersaults in my tummy I drove myself to the airport and got on the plane. That had been this morning, and now here I was, sitting on the side of the bath drying my body and awaiting my master.

I shook myself from my reverie and creamed my body as he had instructed. My hair was dried quickly into its normal short neat style and I stood in front of the mirror to survey what would greet my master when he arrived. My eyes shone brightly with expectation, my nipples puckered both with the post shower chill of the air-conditioned room and my expectations of the meeting. My rounded belly glowed whitely in the shadows of the room. My firm calves and legs parted to show the neat line of hair along my pussy lips dewy with my arousal. I turned and looked over my shoulder, my neat butt and strong legs I hoped would arouse my master and make him desire me as much as I desired him.

For minute after minute, hour after hour I tried to keep myself calm and collected ready for his arrival but every second seemed like an hour and every minute a month as I waited for him. I had instructed the reception to give my master the 2nd key to my room upon his arrival so I would not know when he arrived. I had promised that I'd be awaiting him blindfolded, sitting in a chair facing the door with my legs apart and my hands on the arms of the chair. Thus, not knowing what time he would arrive I waited. Two o'clock came and went and the hands of the clock swung around to quarter to three when I heard the key in the lock. I quickly placed my hands on the arms of the chair.

I listened keenly to see what I could hear. Tipping my head to one side I concentrated deeply. Hearing his breath I had to bite my tongue. I knew my place as his pet meant I should not talk unless spoken to. I sensed his walking around me several times, stopping and looking, not touching. My breathing became more ragged and staccato as I felt the wetness building in my pussy. After 2 hours awaiting my master the moment was finally here and my yearning was agonizing. Still I fought my longing and kept my hands on the arms of the chair and my legs apart, my head upright and facing forward, awaiting instructions.

"Well well my pet, here you are at last. Are you scared my pet?"

"No master." I replied

"Good girl, take my hand."

I held up my hand for him to take and he guided me out of my chair and stood me a few steps away.

"Stand there my pet and let me inspect you."

His hand dropped my hand to my side and I felt him run his hand up my arm and to my shoulders, across my back. He turned me towards him by touching my shoulders. A shock ran through me as he held me by the shoulders. I couldn't see his face, what was he thinking? Was he pleased? I chewed my lip in concern. For all I knew he could turn around and walk out if I did not please him.

"Clasp your hands behind your head my pet."

I raised my hands, feeling my breasts rise and tighten on my chest. My nipples stiff as bullets in the chill of the hotel room, I gasped as I felt the palm of his hand graze over my right nipple. My desires now clear for all to see in the wetness of my snatch and the stiffness of my nipples. I heard my master's chuckle as he grazed his palm over the other nipple.

"Does that feel good my pet?"

"Yes sir, it does."

"Would you like me to continue my pet?"

"Please sir, if you would be so good sir."

I gasped as he pincered both nipples between his fingers and thumb, twisting them, watching them tighten even more; He chuckled as I stood there, hands behind my head, my face contorted with desire and longing and the sweet pleasure pain that my master was bestowing upon me, his pet. For long moments he continues to manipulate my lengthening nipples, teasing them out from my breasts. Encouraging them with his nails and little tweaks to grow and blossom in his hands. Finally, I felt his teeth nipping at my left nipple, I jumped back, or at least tried to as his hands steadied me, holding me in his space as he chewed on my breast, his hand tweaking the other firmly.

My hands had dropped from behind my head and suddenly I felt his hand move as he slapped me across my bottom.

"Did I say move your hands? No! Get them back."

I meekly moved my hands back behind my head and turned my head searchingly as I felt him move around me.

"Your bottom goes a very nice shade of pink when spanked my pet."

"Thank you sir."

I could hear some shuffling but couldn't work out what was happening. Finally I felt my master push me forward from the back. He was bending me over the chair in which I'd waited for his arrival.

"I can see a wet patch on that chair pet, was it you that made the chair wet?"

"It must have been sir, I was very excited waiting for you."

"I will have you clean it later pet but for now just lean across the chair like a good pet."

I leant forward, my hands once again on the arms of the chair. I felt him moving behind me; suddenly I felt the swish of his hand as his palm came down forcefully upon my bottom. I cried out in surprise. The spanking was not painful as such, but was smarting.

"Shhh my pet, pets don't make noise when their master's chastise them. They accept it gratefully and thank them afterwards."

I bit my lip and screwed up my eyes as my master spanked me, moving from cheek to cheek and down to my thighs I counted 12 slaps.

"Oh very nice pet, a lovely shade of pink, next time I tell you to do something you do it until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl. Stand up."

I stood up and felt my master move around me.

"Come my pet."

He took my hand and drew me towards him, guiding me to sitting on his lap. I sat down carefully, as I said, I'm not a little woman and I didn't want to hurt my master by sitting down heavily.

His hands circled me, finally his left hand grabbed my short hair and pulled my head down towards him and he started kissing me, strongly, firmly, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. His passion became apparent, both through the ardency of his kiss and the stiffness of his manhood that I could feel through the material of his pants.

He guided my hands around him so that I could cling to him as he kissed me fervently and his hand roamed over my body, pinching and touching and clasping at the softness of my body. Finally, in one giddy moment his hand slipped between my thighs. My thighs opened automatically to allow him free entry. I was his. He was my master and had full rights to do as he wished. I groaned deeply into his mouth as we spiraled downwards towards the passion that awaited us.

Suddenly, he pulled away, pushing me upwards to stand beside the chair.

"Did you prepare the toys as I asked?"

"Yes sir I did, they are on the table beside the bed."

"Good."

I heard him striding over to the table. Listening intently, my blindfold still intact, I heard him riffling though the line of implements I'd laid out in the order he'd given me.

I heard him once more approach me. His hands hold my head as he places a gag around me mouth, silencing me. He places a small ball in my right hand.

"If you want me to stop at any time pet, just drop the ball and I will stop. Do you understand? Nod if you do."

I nod several times.

"Good. Now follow me..."

I followed him hesitantly as he led me across the room towards the bed and places me carefully in the middle.

"Lay back my love, I'm going to ready you for me. Don't worry, you trust me don't you?"

Once more I nod.

Carefully he places one set of handcuffs on my left hand and cuffs me to the headboard. He repeats the action with the other hand. I then feel the roughness of rope around my ankles and he ties both my ankles to the foot of the bed, effectively I am fully open to him and cannot shut my legs to protect my sensitive peach now glistening in the failing afternoon light of that hotel room.

I feel the bed move as he gets up and moves away. I breathe shallowly as I await his next move. I can hear him removing his clothes and my excitement cranks up yet another notch. I'd never have believed I could be this turned on, this excited in all my life. I felt that if he touched me just once I'd cum. I lay there quivering like a tightly strung bow awaiting his touch.

Suddenly I heard the movement of the chair and I sensed that he'd moved the chair beside the bed and sat down. I struggled against my bonds; I wanted to feel his hands upon me, touching me, making me orgasm and cry out. My master however had other ideas.

For what seemed like hours he sat beside me and spoke to me about his life, his hopes his dreams. In reality it was probably only about 10 minutes until he touched me again.

"I am so pleased I found you my pet, you please me greatly."

His fingers traced a path from my neck, down across the valley between my breasts, down my stomach to my mount, slowing there and dancing tantalisingly upon the mount before dipping quickly into my pool of wetness. I arched up to greet him, panting deeply into the gag. He chuckled.

"Are you hot my pet? Do you want me?"

I nodded enthusiastically. He chuckled deeply again

"Patience pet, patience."

Once again he continued his monologue, occasionally swishing his fingers over my body, each time it felt as if lightening had struck. Shocking me out of my reverie. My body was reacting instantly to his touch, bowing up towards him as if possessed. His contact became more and more frequent, A touch here, a caress there, a light slap of my nipples, all driving me completely insane with desire. I moaned constantly into the gag. Realisation dawning as to why he had gagged me, he was going to drive me insane with desire.

By the time he got to the end of his university career I was crazy with longing. He continued to talk but I sensed him moving around me. I felt him once more getting onto the bed, between my wide spread legs and I at long last felt him fingers spread the slit between my legs.

"My, my my pet, you are turned on. Am I tantalising you?"

He chuckled deeply as I felt his finger slide inside my wet recess.

"Are you enjoying that my dear or would you like me to continue to tell you about my life?"

Gagged as I was I couldn't tell him that I was desperate for him to keep playing with my pussy.

"Well I'll tell you what I'll do... I'll clip your pussy open so I can keep an eye on it and keep talking."

I groaned inwardly. The bed moved as he reached over to the table where I knew were several clips of different sizes. I felt him peeling my outer lips back and the sudden pressure of the clip on my labia holding back the outer lip and revealing the wetness of my inner sanctum. He peeled back the other lip and I steeled myself for the pressure of the clip, my head rolling from side to side. I can feel the air on the inner lips, drying the wetness of my arousal. It would take a lot more than fresh air to dry my streaming wet pussy juices today.

Yet again he started talking, by now I had no idea what he was talking about, my excitement was too strong for me to think of anything else but his touch on my red-hot body. Each time he touched me my body sang out for him. Desperate for each and every nip and touch. Eventually I felt him touch the tip of his finger to my clit. I stop breathing in expectation. His fingernail scraping over the top of the sensitive bud, my orgasm starts to build. Powering through me like waves waiting to crash over the rocks.

"Oh no. no my pet, you can't cum yet, I've not given you permission."

I whimper inwardly again. How much more of this can I take? He waited again, for the growing orgasm to fall back., watching me relax back into the bed. I can't see still, but somehow I know he's watching me. I yelp suddenly. A small steel clip has been placed over my clit sending shots of pleasure/pain throughout my body. I struggle violently against my bonds. I want to close my legs and enjoy the orgasm that is struggling to be released from my tensed body.

"Ok my pet, ok, time for your release."

I hear the buzzing at exactly the same moment I feel the huge black vibe that I brought with me enter my sopping wet slit. My back arches as I feel it slide inside me.

"Cum for me my pet."

The rush of blood as the clip is removed from my clit powers the orgasm as his mouth closes over the hypersensitive bud.

I must have passed out as when I come to I have been released and am held tightly in his arms.

"Now my pet, it is time for you and I to get acquainted..."