We had arrived early, before the pre-picnic get-together at the hotel, so my MASTER and I had already checked in and I was nicely bruised as we entered the function room. I recognized a few people and exchanged greetings, it was so wonderful to see them all again! And it was so much nicer than last time, proudly wearing my MASTER's collar, feeling the lovely warmth of the welts beneath my clothes... I hadn't been sure she'd really show up. Beneath her teasing bravado, I knew she was really very nervous. But she'd gotten her courage up after all, and made it this far, though she blushed and looked away when I introduced myself. Funny seeing someone behave flustered when they met me, that's how I'd felt at the dinner meeting so many of the dom guys... I managed to get her off to the side and we talked a bit. I didn't want to intimidate her, she was obviously a bit nervous, so we discussed her previous major in college, and why she'd had such trouble with calculus. I talked about the kid I tutor in trignometry, and my daughter's times tables, telling her jokes and anecdotes. She asked if I'd brought any pictures of my daughter and I smiled at her. "Sure, I promised someone else I'd bring them too... brought 3 albums, wanna see?" She looked a bit uncertain, and I grabbed her hand and said, "Come on," leading her over to my MASTER. "MASTER, may I have the key to our room? I'd like to show Amber the pictures of Cindy." He smiled as he nodded and handed me the key, and I whispered in his ear, "Give me an hour." Amber was visibly nervous when we entered the room. I told her to sit in the chair at the table and grabbed the albums. I stood behind her as she looked through them, explaining when each picture had been taken. I was careful to lean close to her ear, so my voice was low, and she didn't protest when I moved my head closer. Encouraged, I began kissing her neck. Slowly, I ran just the tip of my tongue over her neck, being careful to breath on the wet spots on the return strokes. I licked with just the tip of my tongue from just below her chin up to behind her ears very slowly several times, then began licking with the whole length of my tongue. After a few strokes like that, I plunged in sucking her neck and nibbling gently, hearing little gasps escape her lips. Encouraged, I went for her ear, nibbling the lobe lightly as I blew in her ear gently. Her gasps got louder as she began squirming in the chair. At this point I was pretty sure she was thoroughly seduced, so I decided to begin in earnest. Straightening up, I gave her the first command. In a quiet but firm voice, I said "Stand up, dear." She only hesitated momentarily, rising from the chair and standing blushing, as if she were half-embarassed to discover that she'd obeyed. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face to look her in the eye, "Hon, you DO know I don't want to hurt you, don't you? I mean, in ANY way, I don't want to freak you out or make you do anything you're not ready for, you know that don't you?" She nodded silently, breaking away from my gaze. "Well, if anything happens that's too much for you, or anything that makes you too uncomfortable, just say the word 'calculus,' and everything will stop, you know what a safe word is?" Again she nodded, and I replied, "Well, 'calculus' is your safe word, and I won't be mad or annoyed or anything if you use it...you do want to do this, don't you?" Again, the silent nod. "Kneel, dear." Again, there was a moment of hesitation as she thought about what it meant - giving up control, submitting, letting go of choice and responsibilty...giving herself to me. Hell, I was almost jealous of her as I put the collar I'd brought (NOT my MASTER's collar, would NEVER let anyone wear THAT!) around her neck. As I lifted her auburn hair to fasten the collar, I envied what I knew she was feeling...that moment when you give up control is SO sweet. After collaring her, I unbuttoned her blouse, as she kept her eyes downcast, her eyes lowered, and a steady blush rose in her cheeks. She was so adorable like this, my sassy, playful darling, and I was moved to kiss her forehead tenderly. She blushed deeper as I began unfastening her bra, turning completly crimson as her breasts tumbled out. I giggled to myself thinking how bashful she was compared to her outrageous on-line behaviour. I knelt down in front of her, taking her head in my hands and looking her in the eyes. She shivered a bit and then I kissed her, deeply and passionately. Her breasts were warm, even through my shirt, and she responded enthusiastically, kissing me back, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as I thought how I just wanted to devour her. Breaking the kiss, I rose and found my MASTER's wrist restraints. I placed one on her right wrist, pulling the D-ring through the slit, and then put the little lock on, pausing for dramatic effect before I clicked it shut. She shivered slightly as she heard the click, and I repeated the process on her left wrist. I then asked her to place her hands behind her back, and with a third lock attached the two restraints to one another. I stood back from her a bit and just looked for a moment. "I knew you'd be lovely like this, so sweet, so vulnerable, so submissive...I wish my MASTER could see you like this, you're beautiful, dear." Again the crimson rose in her cheeks, and I ran my fingers slowly through her hair, just watching her for another minute. I put my MASTER's leash on her and led her, on her knees over to the bed. Once we were beside it, I told her to rise, and watched as she struggled to her feet without the use of her hands. I removed the leash, and watching her face, unbuttoned the button to her jeans and unzipper them. She looked momentarily panicked, and I stopped before removing them to stroke her hair again. Then I embraced her, again feeling the warmth of her breasts against mine, and whispered in her ear, "Hon, I REALLY don't intend to hurt you or mess with your mind. You know I like you, you do trust me to take care of you?" Again she nodded. I slipped her pants off, and she lifted each leg on command, standing there now in just her panties. I rubbed her pussy through the panties, feeling her dampness and warmth on my fingers and she let out a tiny moan. Lord, did I ever want to hear more of those! The passion in me was growing, I just wanted to make her FEEL things. I slipped a finger of my right hand under the waistband of her panties and slowly began peeling them downwards, and as I knelt down to remove them, I looked up at her face and at the eye contact, she again blushed deeply. Her confusion and embarassment just melted my heart, this girl might THINK she's not submissive, but she has all the lovely vulnerability of a true slave. I unlocked her wrists, leaving the restraints on, and told her to lie on the bed. And I pondered for a minute, I KNEW she expected me to shave her, had sort of promised her I would, but also knew my MASTER loved doing that. And I felt a moment of quandary there, between feeling responsible towards her and my desire to please my MASTER. In the end, I decided I owed it to her and had not been ordered NOT to shave her, besides I still wasn't entirely sure she was going to agree to play with him at all. I was PRETTY sure I could convince her, but not positive, and thought she shouldn't be disappointed. She knew what was going to happen, we'd discussed it on-line so many times, and I could see some trepidation in her eyes. She knew I wanted her tied spread-eagled, she knew how MUCH I wanted her tied like that, and I ran my fingertips along her side and chest in a reassuring manner as I began fidgeting with the rope. I tied her right hand to the bedpost by the D-ring on the wrist restraint, then moved around the bed to do the same on the left. She seemed nervous again, so I sat on the bed next to her and just rubbed her belly for a minute, soothingly, like I do my daughter's when she has a stomach-ache. She closed her eyes and relaxed a bit, and I wondered if she was experiencing that utter freedom that paradoxically comes when one is bound. After a few minutes, she seemed to be deeply inside herself, in that inner primal place where there are no words, only images and feelings. I rose and began working on tying her feet. The bed was not a four-poster, so first I ran a large length of rope under the bed and over the top, so that the loop it formed around the bed would give me something to tie her to. After fastening it securely, I carefully wrapped a piece of rope around her right ankle several times, the first few turns snug, but not tight, and the next few turns a bit more securely, and then I tied it tightly to the rope around the base of the bed. Crossing to the other side of the bed, I repeated the process, pulling her legs wide, and thinking to myself how much wider they would be if it were a king-sized bed instead of just a standard motel double bed. I left her for a moment, and went to the bathroom, returning with a dripping-wet washcloth, a towel, and the ice bucket filled with warm water. I stopped at my suitcase briefly and got my bottle of SoftShave and a Daisy razor. I put all the items on the bed beside her and knelt between her opened legs to begin. First, I ran the warm wash cloth over her mound, squeezing it slightly so the water dripped onto her. I then removed the cloth and applied a small amount of SoftShave to the top of her mound and very carefully began shaving with long slow strokes, rinsing the razor in the bucket of water after each stroke. When the top of her mound was smooth, I moved downward, pulling each lip taut as I shaved her labia smooth. Again, I wiped her carefully with the washcloth, smirking to myself that she was so wet from her own juices, we hardly needed any water here! I returned to the bathroom, rinsed out the bucket and refilled it with water, returning to rinse her several more times to remove all the lotion and stray hairs. She was certainly smooth now, and I chuckled to myself that even though he hadn't gotten to shave her, my MASTER would be pleased with such a sweet, smooth pussy. I cleared the bed of all the shaving items and stood back to admire my handiwork. Amber looked absolutely luscious, her eyes closed, her auburn hair spread on the pillows, her chest moving slightly with each rapid, shallow breath...Lord, I just wanted to devour her! But I'd promised to tease her slowly, and had to fulfill my promise.