Settling In

"So, we're here. Let's get started." Mistress Leah says. "Strip." It takes you a second to register what was said. "When I give an order I expect it to be followed, ****. I said strip." Slowly and cautiously you begin to remove your shirt. You've never got naked in front of anyone before, especially not in front of a stranger that you've known for less than 12 hours. You remove your shirt and pants, but hesitate when it comes time to remove your boxers. You can feel your cheeks growing hot and your dick growing hard. Mistress Leah notices you hesitate, and the bulge in your boxers. She rolls her eyes, strides over to you, and yanks down your boxers. Your dick springs free.

Mistress Leah is not impressed. Her lips are pursed and her arms are crossed. She is staring daggers into you. "You will be punished for your **** later." She says, sounding as if she's looking forward to it. She tosses your clothes into the far corner of the room. You are now standing, naked and collared, in front of this beautiful, busty stranger.

You hear a click as Mistress Leah opens her suitcase. It's large and sturdy, perfect for travel. She removes a soft-looking towel, and a small bag of toiletries.
"I'm going to have a bath. When I am finished I expect that my luggage will be unpacked neatly. And if I catch you trying to peek at me while I'm in the bath, you will regret it."
"Yes mistress." You reply. "What about my luggage?" You find the courage to ask.
"Oh, have the hotel dispose of it. You won't be needing it." She says casually, and begins to run the bath.
As she begins undressing, you put your head down and go about your work, moving with dispatch. You take one last wistful look at your luggage as the bellhop takes it, with you hidden behind the door. You're still not ready for anyone but Mistress Leah to see you naked yet. You've always been a shy person by nature, but as much as you're **** to admit it, you're beginning to find this situation extremely arousing. Perhaps it's the freedom that comes with not being burdened by the weight of decisions. You don't have to choose anything anymore, you just have to do as you're told.

You're just putting away the final pair of boots when you hear the splashing that indicates Mistress Leah has finished her bath. You've unpacked her luggage with not a moment to spare. You couldn't help but notice she's packed a lot of boots, tank-tops and pants. Barely any skirts, and not a single dress. There are also only a few pairs of lingerie and barely any makeup. Everything is either hung in the closet or stacked neatly in the drawers.

Mistress Leah declares your work to be adequate, then has you look away as she dresses in a pair of blue denim shorts and a khaki tank-top. She foregoes boots, and instead slips into a pair of comfy Reeboks. With her hair still wet from the bath, and a scent of soap and shampoo clinging to her, she's never been more beautiful. Your erection roars to life. Mistress Leah notices. It's pretty obvious. She simply stares at it for about 10 seconds, then says "Yes, we'll have to do something about that. Come on, ****." As she starts out the door.