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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part 1
Eleonora woke with the sound of something being poked through her letter box. It was mid afternoon and she had fallen asleep on the sofa surrounded by her selection of beautiful dogs. Dave had decided to climb onto the sofa and snuggle in to her soon after she fell asleep. They were both bathed in sunlight as it poured through the gap in the curtains and illuminated tiny bits of dust as they danced soperificaly in the beaming light. Eleonora lifted Dave's warm body off her and inhaled his sent as she raised her body up and off the sofa. She gave a little stretch as she raised her arms above her head before bending them to give the appearance of angel wings and an involuntary groan escaped her lips. She wiped her bright blue sleepy eyes and made her way to the front door to see what had been delivered. To her surprise she saw a hand written note sealed with a scarlet wax seal embossed with the letter "G". She instinctively knew who it was from as she turned it over and she saw, written in black ink "Filth". Her stomach churned as she began to think. Could it possible be from him? She hadn't heard from Graeme for ages. She suddenly noticed there was no address on the note. It must have been hand delivered. She quickly open the door and rushed outside to see who had delivered it. The road was empty apart from an old drinks bottle caught in the wind and clattering down the road until it crashed into the neighbours garden wall. Feeling both sacred and excited she gave a puzzled sigh and returned into her house and immediately went to the kitchen to get a knife with which to open the letter, she then went into her middle room, pulled out a wooden chair and sat at her table. She took the knife in her left hand and prized open the seal.
Inside the letter she saw the same black ink and started to read.
Filth,
I have been away for a while but I am back now. I have been watching you and its time you atone for your slutty behaviour.
15.30 The Holiday inn, Kettering
Room 403
Don't keep me waiting
Master
X X
Eleonora heart skipped a beat, her stomach started knotting with excitement and anticipation. She hadn't seen Graeme for so long and despite herself, the thrill of indulging her submissive side drove her wild. It had always existed within her but with the pressure of the modern world and peoples expectations of her to be a strong, independent woman had always ment she had to repress her submissive tendencies when they arose within her periodically for fear of it being seen as a weakness.
Should she go? Why shouldn't she? She wasn't sure. It had been a long time and things had changed. Would she still feel about Graeme as she once did? She reflected on the past times they had shared and a smile forged its was across her face. She felt a twinge of excitement in her loins as she thought about Graeme and what he must have planned for her. She knew him and knew he wouldn't harm her, she also knew he must have put time and effort into preparing an adventure for her, so she bit her lip and decided she would go. She would fight her feelings of trepidation as the excitement and curiosity was too much to ignore. Already she could feel her submissive side growing within her, nobody talked to her like that letter had, and somehow it thrilled her to take orders.
She didn't have long to prepare herself but one thing that troubled her though as she got dressed into clothes she thought would please her Master. Yes she had said Master in her own mind. It surprised her but she liked it and she would continue to call him as much. The thing she couldn't get out her mind was his name for her. Filth. It made her uncomfortable at first. She wasn't dirty or filthy and it made her want to rebel. It was a derogatory term and it alarmed her slightly. For the purpose of today though and the effort he must have gone to, to create this adventure for her she though she would go along with it, at least to begin with.
Once dressed, she admired herself in the mirror and was pleased with the reflection looking back at her. Ample cleavage to tease and distract her antagonist, short skirt showing off her long beautiful legs and her gorgeous face perfectly made up. She smiled as she twisted this way and that as she checked every detail from all angles. She knew how to handle herself and she felt confident enough to know that she could use her feminine charms to disarm her Master if it all got too much. Yes she thought to herself. I am the one who is really in control here. I will let him play out his little game, after all it will be a fun little adventure, but I am the one controlling it. With that she loaded up her car with all her beautiful doglets and started on her journey to the hotel.
While driving she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being both excited and really nervous. She continued to ponder her new name. Filth, why Filth? She thought. It must mean something. It must have a purpose. Master had used it for a reason but she just couldn't work it out.
Finally she arrived at the hotel and quickly parked up. The clock ticked over 15.18. She had twelve minutes to find room 403. She hurriedly lowered the car windows enough for her precious cargo and then taking her bag started to walk towards the hotel reception. Her heart really pounding now as the anticipation of what lay ahead began to take hold of her. She could feel her anxiety rising as she took a deep breath. She tried to reassure herself that she had made the right decision and told herself, its only Graeme she was meeting. He wouldn't hurt her, would he? She hadn't seen him for so long. Had he changed? No she thought, he's too gentle and loving. He can't hurt me.
She passed the reception and not wanting to draw attention to herself headed straight for the directional signs to help her locate the room. 400-450 upstairs. She began to ascend the stairs still questioning what she was doing. At the top of the flight of stairs she found another directional sign.
400-425 left
She went down the corridor. It was dark and decorated with pictures of sinking ships and boats caught in the maelstrom and other dark foreboding scenes. She looked over her shoulder, was anyone watching her? No one. Eventually she reached the second to last door on the left. 403. She looked at her watch 15.29 and waited. Finally it ticked over 15.30 and she took a deep breath and knocked.
No answer
She knocked again
Still no answer.
She tried the door and to her surprise it opened and tentatively she entered.
It was dark and the curtains were drawn. Eleonora crept around the door and slowly closed it behind her. She peered into the darkness as her eye adjusted to the gloom. It was a typical hotel room. The bathroom next to her and in front of her a narrow corridor leading to an opening. A double bed on one side and a desk on the other on which a television sat and a mirror hung above. She could also see one lone large candle which was flickering on the table. It provided the only light in the whole room. Then she saw her Master sitting in a chair in the far corner, shadow obscuring his face. All she could make out, his chest and legs. The light from the candle reflected off the chain dangling from his waist coat. He was sitting slightly angled to his left and she could see his elbow resting on the arm of the chair before his hand disappeared into the darkness. She imagined he had his chin resting on it. Without a word he raised his other hand and gestured her to stand on a patch of floor where he had marked an X using masking tape.
Eleonora did as she was told, she was full of mixed emotions. Excited to see him again, riddled with guilt due to loyalty to her boyfriend who she loved dearly, anxiety as to what was in store for her. She had to admit she was now out of her comfort zone and her Master wasn't as she remembered. He seemed a bit more menacing.
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