The library.

I hurried to the library and fast-walked all the way to the secluded room I'd reserved, quickly slipping inside and closing the door behind myself. I felt like anyone looking at me could know my secret; that I was meeting a girl here for something deviant and sexual. But those few people who were in the library didn't care to even look up to notice my passing. I was just being paranoid.

Still, I couldn't help but feel at least a little self-conscious about the whole thing, but I wasn't about to let that get in my way. Chiyoko was the slutty Asian chick from my fantasies and she was willingly submitting to actual slavery for me. It was insane. I needed to get my head in the game and lock her down before she decided she could find a better master. I was going to do everything in my power to keep this slut on my cock. No one else's.

I craved more than just her flesh; her submission was intoxicating. I wanted to feel that power all the time. I wanted more. But I was just as new to this as she was, and the very definition of the paradigm put a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. I intended to take that very seriously. For her sake but also for my own pride.

I pulled out my phone and searched the Internet for tips. The Internet had tips for beginners of all sorts, from pottery to plumbing and car maintenance and everything in between. It had to have tips for this. It took no time at all for me to locate a plethora of forums and blogs about the BDSM lifestyle, tips, pitfalls, and other forms of guidance. I drank it all in as fast as I could in the minutes before there came a timid knock at the door.

The door opened and Chiyoko's face appeared in the opening. Seeing it was me, she smiled and entered. "Oh, good. I was so worried I wouldn't find you, Master. I'm so fucking horny, I felt like everyone was staring at me." The scent of my musky semen on her body wafted towards me like perfume, causing me to smile. She belonged to me already.

"Very good, Chiyo." I said, placing a hand on her shoulder and pressing her gently back against the closed door. I let my tone get serious. "I want to give you one final chance to back out of this. I need to know that you are absolutely sure about this before I take it further. You seem like a good girl and I—"

"Master." She interrupted, looking almost irritated. "I'm not a good girl. I've always had to pretend to be a perfect girl for my parents, for my teachers. It's not who I am. I want to be bad. Really bad. I want to be sexual. I want to surrender everything to someone who isn't afraid to do something with it. With me. I want everything you said when we first me. Freed from the burden of choice. Tied up. Used. To just shut my brain off and obey. I want it desperately. This desire has always been inside me but you've really dragged it to the surface. I'm done lying about what I want from life. Make me your **** already, Master. I'm begging you."

Well. That was direct. It really put my concerns at ease. My cock stirred at her intensity. "Alright. From now on, you're my ****. That's it; the end. Any thought or comment to the contrary will be seen as willful disobedience and you will be punished."

"I understand, Master. Thank you." She grinned.

"Strip. All of it. Now." I took a step back to get a better view.

Her eyes widened slightly but she recovered into a pleased smile as she reached for her buttons. "Of course, Master," she purred. The shirt fell open once again but this time she let it fall from her shoulders to pool on the floor. Despite having just seen her bra, I found the sight once again exciting. She reached for the zipper of her skirt and glanced at me with a grin.

I just folded my arms over my chest. "Get on with it already. I'm not looking for a tease, just a naked ****."

She pouted slightly but pulled the zipper and dropped her skirt, then moved both her arms behind her back to release her bra, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. She stood before me in nothing but her knee-high socks and her shoes. There was a moment of hesitation as she realized just how naked she was, but I wasn't about to let her back down now. Not now or ever. She wanted to be a ****, but I needed to show her what that meant.

"All of it."

Chiyoko nodded and kicked off her shoes, then peeled off her socks and finally she was truly and completely naked.

Her body was incredible. Tight and fit, with sweet curves and generous breasts. She looked like a dream or a fantasy. But she was real and she belonged to me. I reached out with one hand and cupped the back of her neck, drawing her towards me with a firm grip. I turned and pushed her towards an empty table as she stumbled slightly trying to keep up with my unspoken commands.

I pushed her forcefully, pressing her hips into the edge of the table and bending her at the waist until her chest met the tabletop. She had to rise up onto the balls of her feet to keep contact with the floor, but that was just fine with me. I grabbed her hands and placed them on her own ass. "Hands here. Spread your ass for me. Show me everything."

She obeyed, gripping her pretty little butt with her fingers and gently spreading herself so I could see her wet pussy and cute little puckered asshole. I could tell she was turned on but in that particular moment I didn't care what she thought. It was time for me to fuck this sexy little Asian submissive that had wandered into my life.

I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants to pull my mostly-hard cock into my hands, stroking softly. "Stay just like that, Chiyo. Show me how a good little slut presents herself to be fucked."

She moaned softly but said nothing, instead merely adjusting her grip on her ass cheeks to give me an even better view of my sweet ****'s holes.