I still remember when I booked the hotel and told her: bring the collar I gave you, take off your clothes, insert the vibrating egg into your tight pussy, set it to a low setting, and kneel behind the door waiting for me.
I didn't tell her when I would arrive, nor did I tell her what would happen afterwards. I didn't force her to do everything I said. I just asked her: Do you trust me?
After receiving her message telling me that she had arrived, I checked the tools I needed and bought water and food. Throughout the journey, she kept asking: Master, when will you arrive? I simply replied: I will come.
It may have taken about half an hour, maybe more, maybe less. I stood in front of room 220 of the hotel and gently knocked three times. This was our agreed-upon signal. I heard a sound behind the door, but it stopped. Then I received a WeChat message: 'Master, is that you?' Her panicked and nervous appearance really touched and excited me. I softly replied with a sound of affirmation, not very loud, but I knew it was enough for her to hear. Then I knocked three times again.
She cautiously opened the door a little, and her eyes appeared through the crack of the door, at the level of my thighs because she was kneeling. I pushed the door open, touched her head, and walked in. She carefully hid behind the door, and I smiled, locked the door, and picked up the rope attached to her collar. I saw that the area below her was already wet, with a thin line from the vibrating egg extending from her body to the switch in her hand. I led her inside, slowly placed the things in my hands, and sat on the edge of the bed.
She knelt beside my feet, and I rubbed her head, pinched her face. My hand slowly explored downwards, grabbing her breasts, and gently teasing her nipples. I lowered my head, stared into her eyes, and asked, 'Why is your tight pussy so wet? Is it because you're a slutty little bitch for your Master?' She looked at me, her gaze somewhat hazy, her face blushing, and softly affirmed, as if whispering subconsciously.
She moved forward a bit, burying her head in my crotch, taking a deep breath, as if a little dog was discerning its Master's scent. I slowly played with her breasts, and she got up, her hand trembling slightly as she unbuttoned my pants, slowly taking my cock into her mouth, awkwardly sucking. I watched her trying hard to please me, becoming even more excited. I grabbed her hair and lightly slapped her face a few times, saying, 'You're truly a Master's depraved little bitch.'
I turned around and placed the static tape, leather paddle, vibrator, and black ribbon from my bag on the bed one by one. I blindfolded her with the black ribbon. Leading her, I pressed her against the edge of the bed, picked up the leather paddle, and repeatedly spanked her ass. She trembled slightly, constantly moaning. I pulled the vibrating egg out forcefully from her tight pussy, and as I saw her body stiffen, I forcefully spanked her ass, causing her to cry out, 'Ah.'
I slowly inserted myself into her wet and dripping pussy, gripping her neck and thrusting vigorously. I watched myself continuously enter and exit her body. We moved from the bed to the window, and from the window to the mirror. While thrusting, I spanked her breasts, ass, slapped her face, and even her pussy. Throughout, she softly moaned until, in the end, I forcefully pushed into the deepest part of her body. She had been holding back for a long time but couldn't help but cry out loudly. I carried her to the bed, letting her lie in my arms, gently touching her head, patting her shoulder, and quietly waiting for her to finish crying. She cried until she couldn't make a sound, only sobbing.
Finally, she lifted her head, looked at me, and said, 'Thank you, Master.'