The beginning

Story; We have arranged to meet in a hotel, you arrive first as planned. You go to the room, which is nicely furnished, and see the champagne on ice with a note telling you to pour yourself a glass. After a couple of sips you strip down and step into a nice hot shower. The water tingles on your skin, running over the goose bumps from the cold outside.
Stepping out of the shower you check your hair and make up, drying yourself with the soft fluffy hotel towel.
Entering the bedroom you can't help admiring yourself in the mirror, lucky boy you whisper.
You ease the black stocking over your legs and clip on the suspender belt. A black thong and lacy bra finish the look, again you admire yourself, your hand slipping over the swell of your bosom, across your tummy to your pussy. No you mustn't, even though it aches for attention you know you mustn't.
You check your watch, you know I will be arriving at some point in the next hour, but I wouldn't give an exact time. All part of the game, a little role play for our first meeting, your heart beats a little faster at the prospect.
We have agreed that I will come to the door, knock three times but when you open it offer no introduction. I will force the door open and handle you roughly, playing my role as the dominant. I will throw you around as you protest, and force myself on you, taking my pleasure. We have a safe word of course, this has all been set out and agreed, but you know, if you use the safe word it all stops and I leave never to be seen again.
Just as you finish pulling on your black dress and admiring your ample breasts as they push up screaming for attention, there are three knocks on the door.
You jump, slightly startled and your heart begins to pound in your chest, you thought you'd have more time. You walk to the door your hand reaching for the knob to open it.
"To be continued....