Sissy story and 1st meet humiliation

From CL, I got talking to a someone who showed a photo that they had been with a crossdresser before. He was 50 years old, experienced, and eager to Dom a sissy. After asking me all about what I wanted, most of which was simply to pleasure him, unlike many other he understood easily. He quickly understood how as a sissy I was a bottom only and craved humiliation for being such a subservient pussy boy, but he didn't go full Dom until we had got to know each other.

When we had got to know each other wants after that hour long chat, he became my master, and from them I would always refer to him as such. We'd chat for over two weeks, me eager to show off how I would serve my master, how girly I was and how I needed to be made a real girl by his cock. Of course I would never be a real girl, but I would become a true sissy, master would remind me. It was important I knew my place, I was a boy who was such a sissy I would serve men without any concern for my own pleasure.

We arranged to meet at a hotel in a city near me. We would both pay for the hotel. The night before I dressed up and sent lots of pictures, master was very excited to use me. It took along time to prepare for the meet, especially getting shaved and smooth. I won't go into detail but it took extremely long and it wasn't pretty!

I got the bus to the city, with a large rucksack full of lingerie on my back. I was very nervous. Would master want me when we met? Would we get to the hotel room discreetly? Not only that but if things did go according to plan, I would soon be sucking a guys cock and being their bitch for the next few hours. It was going to be my first time, and I was slightly tempted to not go, but master had travelled almost an hour to get there, I had been searching for this for too long, and most of all, I truly wanted to do this.

I went to the hotel lobby, I couldn't see master so went to the toilet, he text me describing where he was. I found him and he greeted me with a smile on his face. I smiled too, I was locked in, this was definitely going to happen. We went straight up to the room - a cleaning lady blocked the stairs and took notice of us as we squeezed past her on the stairs. She had the look of someone who suspected our motives for checking into a hotel next to a railway station at 6pm.