A Night in London by Lalagrl44

I finally get to be with the man I love , London. So beautiful at night. I stood staring out my hotel room window at the magnificent view. From here I could see Big Ben. It was stunning. My dad was in his hotel room down the hall. He had planned this “daddy/daughter” trip to London in an effort to keep me his “little girl”. Even though I’m 16 and couldn’t care less about our relationship. But London did have one advantage; it was the home of you, my lover. Aka, my Master.

Your real name, Ross. We met in an online chat room. And according to you, you felt an instant attraction. We chatted, became friends, until finally you confessed your feelings for me. We fell in love. Your messy blonde hair, blue-green eyes, perfect face. And you rose to the challenge when I told you my dreams of being dominated. And with that, I became your slut and you became my Master. And we couldn’t be happier.

Let me just say a little about me; my name is Aimee. I’m 5’7″, brunette hair that goes just past my shoulders, blue eyes and I’m a little bigger than most girls but according to you, I’m beautiful.

But now, here I am in London. You promised you would come to the hotel and make me yours. Tonight was the night. I would give my virginity to you; becoming your slut in real life.

I’m waiting in the hotel room. Wearing a black silk night gown. No panties or bra. Your orders. I spent an hour curling my hair. It looks so beautiful. That’s when I get your text message.

“I just entered the hotel lobby. I’ll be at your room in two minutes. Be ready, this is a night you’ll never forget.