Being a

"I … well … I am not sure ..." you stumble nervous, "it's .. hard to discribe I guess."

That was not necessarily the case. You know exactly what is your deepest fantasy. But you are afraid to speak about it with a stranger. For a few yeares now you have the stong wish to be enslaved. You get horney by the simple thought of being tied up. Helpless at the mercy of a dominant captor, locked away in a cell and getting punishments for everything he decides you did wrong and he would send you to bed with a fresh spanked ass.

You already had a boyfriend who was a dom. With him you lived for six months in heaven. A heavne made of pain and pleasure. He **** you to do all cleaning naked and eat on all fours from a dogs bowl. Every day he found a reason to spank you and when he wasn't pleased after he fucked you he never hesitated to lock you in the closet for the night. One time your frinds thought he was a brutal thug and dragged you to the next police station. It was a lot of work to explain them how your relationship was. Sadly your boyfriend moved away one day and over the time you lost contact. Sometimes you still play online games with him but nothing sexual or romantic anymore. But still every time your boss watches your ass or one of your collegues "accidentally" touches your ass you can't help to get a bit horney.

"Well, if you want I could get you a female servant to talk," Bruce suggests and ends your daydreaming, "would you feel betten then?"

"I … I don't know, sir" you answer shy and try to hide you face, "maybe … maybe this was a bad idea. I … I shouldn't be here … I ..."

"Please clam down, young lady," Bruce says with a quite voice, and takes a look at a note he had in his pocket, "I think I understand where the problem is. But there is no need to worry. How about you relay a little bit. Go up to your room and take a deep breath. I order a servant to get you something to drink. You like orange soda?"

"Yes, you are right," you answer arkwarded, "I … I just need a moment to relax. And I really like soda."

You leave the stairwell and go up to room 3-25. There is a key in the door which you take. The room is small but very comfy. There is a bed, a closet, a desk and a letter which explains the house rules. You lay down on the bed and notice that there is a remote control under you. It must be the one Bruce talked About before. However you have no use for it. It isn't your way commanding others around. After two or three minutes a nice man in a white shirt and elegant black pants knocks at your door and brings you a glass of orange soda. You drink it and try to calm down. This is not what you expected. You got a surprise holiday in a fetish hotel. You still think about what you should do next when you start feeling a little dizzy. Suddenly you relize that there was a sleeping pill in a soda. But you are already to dizzy to panik. Only moments later you collape onto your bed and sleep.