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The hotel room seemed barren and quiet compared to the club and China stood motionless as she waited for J to return from the bathroom. He seemed pale and drawn but his eyes sparkled as soon as he looked at her again. She wanted him; she wanted to feel the hardness of his body deep inside her, taking her.

He stood behind her, his fingers trailed down her body and explored her nakedness; she felt his breath on her neck and ached for his touch to become more intimate.

He leaned into her softly, and wrapped his arm around her, she panicked for a moment unsure of what he required of her, then relaxed as he whispered into her ear.

“Hands behind your back, take a deep breath.”

China did as she was told, daring to close her eyes as she felt him stroking her stomach tenderly, his fingers brushed her nerves so gently it felt like he was caressing her skin with a feather. When his fingers touched her pubic mound she led out a small sigh and leaned back against his chest.

“Say ‘Please’,” he murmured.

“Please… God I want you J,” his fingers stopped, she opened her eyes and wondered what was wrong.

“You were told to address me as Sir.” His voice was hard and controlled, China suddenly felt afraid.

He walked to the stool and sat down to look at her, his eyes burned into her soul; he straightened his legs.

“Come here and kneel over my legs, accept your punishment.”

Unable to resist China crossed the room. She stood before him and shook, she just wore her stockings and heels and felt totally exposed.

J guided her down onto his lap and ran his fingers over her soft cheeks, one hand on her back.

“Open your legs correctly,” he commanded, she did it instantly.

The first smack struck her cheeks and sent a wave of shock through her body – she fought to remain in the position he demanded as instinct told her to stand up and demand he leave, but the part of her that was China wanted him to stay. The next smack landed on one cheek and each strike alternated between the two until she was sure she had felt five. Her buttocks felt like they were burning as J ran his fingers across the red hot skin before the final strike landed and made contact with both cheeks at the same time.

He held her in the same position for a few minutes as she caught her breath; he removed his hand from her back but instead of letting her stand up J slipped two fingers between her legs, pressing them into her cunt.

“You are very wet, I am impressed you have not climaxed so far,” he stated, his other hand stroking her face and turning her head to look at him.

“Who is your Master?” he asked, fixing her with the same look that had melted her before.

“You are,” China rasped, trying to control her body. The climax was pushing itself down to her toes, she became desperate to release it.

J let her go and told her to stand – she did so quickly. She trembled with anticipation, clenching her hot buttocks and praying she didn’t climax without his permission. Her Master stood slowly and walked to the bed, China remained in exactly the same position.

“You may climax,” he told her.

The first wave hit her hard, she had never wanted to orgasm so much. Her body slumped forward a little and she tried so hard to remain on her feet. From behind he wrapped his arms around her, holding her up, his fingers pumping gently at her cunt.

“Again, give it to me.”

It was becoming difficult to breathe, China was desperate for air, her legs were buckling and the room was spinning. She could feel her juices running down her thigh and when she thought she couldn’t take any more J turned her to the bed and lay her face down, lifting her legs until she knelt on the side of the bed.

Taking her wrists he locked them behind her back, she turned her head to breathe; her heart was pounding and she trembled uncontrollably, whimpering as his fingers explored her exposed cunt.

Seconds later she felt his breath on her lips – his fingers spread her buttocks and he kissed her cheeks before she felt his tongue flicking down towards her sex.

China found herself moaning uncontrollably as his tongue started to work on her labia, the tip curled up and nudged her clitoris sending waves of pleasure inside her. She wiggled as he probed deep inside her - it felt so good but she wanted to feel his cock.

“Please… fuck me, please, Master,” she begged as another climax exploded inside her.

China woke in the bath and sponged herself down, the water had become a little chilly and she stepped onto the tiled floor. Gently she padded herself dry and replaced the towel at the end of the bath; she walked naked into the bedroom completely at ease with her nudity, uncaring as to who saw her.

When she sat down the novice stepped forward and brushed China’s hair – like a small child watching an adult she never took her eyes off China as she applied her make-up with the utmost care.

“Stockings and then go into my case and bring me the black bag at the bottom,” China instructed. She watched the girl walk across the room; she was ill trained and unsure of herself. China knew she would eventually find herself if her master was good.

When she returned China stretched out her legs and allowed the girl to slip on the stockings. She ran her fingers up her thighs to straighten them, smoothing them so they looked perfect. She stood and opened her legs so that the novice was face to face with the older submissive’s sex.

China read in her face that novice longed to kiss her, to taste the sweet folds of her vagina.

“Open the bag and take out the contents,” China instructed. The girl did as she was told and pulled out a fine bone corset. China turned her back on the girl.

“Pull it around my torso; then hook it up at the back,” she commanded.

The novice’s fingers trembled as she carried out the instructions, China could feel her hot breath on the base of her neck.

“What’s your real name?”

China turned to look at the girl, she lifted her chin with the tips of her fingers and stared into the young girl’s eyes. “My real name is China, it is the name I was given by my Master and he found it deep inside me, buried by convention.”

The girl looked confused and turned away; her fingers ran over the fine clothing in China’s case.

“Why China?” she asked. China ran her fingers through the girls hair and stroked her ear.

“It is the name that he found inside me when he unlocked my desire and need.”

Gill stirred in the hotel bed and felt J’s arm under her neck. She snuggled down onto it and kissed his wrist. As he stirred his other hand rested across her hip and his fingers stroked her soft stomach.

Instantly she was hot and flushed again, parting her legs in the hope that he would move lower. Gently J kissed the back of her head and ran his hand up her body towards her breasts; she rolled onto her back without thinking and pushed her breasts up to meet his fingers. Lazily he ran his fingers around her nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb before moving from one to the other. Remembering her position Gill stopped herself from stretching out and stroking herself, instead she waited in anticipation as J explored her body at his own pace - every fold and curve was stroked and touched. The heat was rising deep inside her body and she was becoming more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

Closing her eyes Gill realised that she would do anything he asked of her – there was no turning back, she was totally at his mercy and it felt good, natural.

“Put your hands up, grip the headboard,” he instructed. “Close your eyes.” Gill did as she was told. The wooden struts felt cold against her hot palms; she felt J leave the bed and wondered what was about to happen to her. Minutes later her wrists were encased with soft leather, she tried to pull away from the headboard but found herself unable to move more than a couple of inches. In confusion she twisted her body. He didn’t need to restrain her because she would do anything he asked but J’s hands gripped her ankles and he looked into her eyes. Gill stopped struggling, melting into his gaze.

“Open your legs, take a deep breath, and relax,” he instructed – she nodded, biting her lip.

Watching him intently she could only murmur in pleasure as he started to stroke up her legs with his fingertips, his thumbs making small, tight circles on her skin.

“You play so hard, act so tough but I can feel the real you… hard as rock when you need to be, yet as brittle as bone china.” J stated it as a fact, and now she knew he could read her like a book.

“I know what you desire, what you need, but you must do everything I tell you to achieve it. Do you agree?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Gill hissed. With every inch he was erasing the parts of her that were old, leaving a void filled with desire and confusion.

Finally his fingers reached her cunt and she struggled to move further down the bed to press harder. He resisted the urge to touch her and instead ran his fingers under her thigh and pressed her anus. It was her first experience of this – it was uncomfortable and a little painful but she didn’t complain. Gill closed her eyes opened herself to him.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt his lips sucking gently between her legs, his hand drew back the hood of her clitoris and the very tip of his tongue pressed her button. Electricity poured through her body and she bucked uncontrollably, fighting hard not to climax as he started to hum softly. The vibrations tormented and tortured her, Gill pulled down hard in desperation, eager to feel him inside her boiling cunt.

“Jesus… Nooooooo!” she cried as his finger pushed inside her anus – the climax hit violently and forced the breath from her body.

“Your name?” he asked coolly, pumping her with a steady rhythm.

“CHINA. My name is China… MASTER.” Suddenly her legs were shaking uncontrollably and tears poured down her face – despite all the pain and frustration she suddenly felt reborn. J started to drink from her body, his lips hungry for her juices and he expertly curled his tongue to scoop out her nectar. Unable to move China could only ride the waves of climax as they washed over her.

Finally J stopped, tenderly caressing her face as she breathed heavily, fighting to calm down. When he released her from her bindings all China could do was curl in a ball but he turned her over so that she was almost in his lap and stroked the hair from her face.