A man walks into the hotel, and he's got this look like he owns the place. I'm the one at the reception, so I give him a smile and say, "Hello, welcome to Hotel Kant. My name's Angela. How can I help you?"

He looks at me and grins, all confident, "I need your best room, sweetheart. Make it quick."

I raise an eyebrow, thinking, ‘Yay, another asshole.’ I ask him, "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

He leans in a bit, giving me this sly look, and says, "Reservation? Who needs those? I'm a last-minute kind of guy."

I fight the urge to roll my eyes and tell him, "I understand. Our goal is to ensure our guests have a pleasant stay. Let me just check if we have something available for you."

He shrugs like he's not bothered and says, "Sure thing, darling. The name is Gustav Frank, you better remember it."

"Okay, Mr. Frank." I tap away at the keys to load all possible accommodations. "It looks like we have a standard room available. Our best room would be the honeymoon suite, but it can only be booked in advance."

He leans in slightly, his eyes narrowing, "I don't care about your rules. I want that suite. Make it happen."

I feel a flicker of annoyance, but I keep my composure, "I understand your preference, Mr. Frank. However, the honeymoon suite is currently unavailable for immediate booking. It's a popular choice and—"

"Angela", he interrupts me rudely, his gaze never leaving mine, "don’t get caught up in these details. You have the power to make exceptions, don't you?"

I blink, feeling his words sink in. It's true, I do have some flexibility in these situations. But still, I insist, "I'm sorry, Mr. Frank, but I can't just—"

He leans in closer, his eyes boring into mine, "I know you want to help me, so just be more accommodating. You want to make this stay unforgettable for me."

I feel a strange sensation, like a pull in the back of my mind, and I find myself nodding. "Yes, I want to make your stay memorable."

He smiles triumphantly, "That's the spirit, Angela. Now be nice and make it happen."

"Yes, Mr. Frank," I reply, unable to deny him. "Please give me a second."

He grins wider like he's won a game or something, and part of me knows I messed up somehow. Confusion clouds my mind – why did I give in so easily? It's not like me to bend the rules like this. But, since I already agreed, there was no use in going back on my word now. And so, I enter a reservation in the system and pray that my boss won’t find out about this.

As I type in the data I can feel Mr. Frank’s eyes lingering on my chest. It's not new to me; I'm well aware of my big breasts. Besides: I am very tall and my curvaceous figure is even more accentuated by the strapless black dress I am wearing. My straight black hair is shiny and grows to my hips. I like to look good and I like to feel sexy, so what? I just wish I could turn it off whenever a creep like this comes around.

Clearing my throat, I hand him the keycard, "Here's the keycard for the honeymoon suite, Mr. Frank. I wish you a pleasant stay."

He takes it with a smirk, and I feel this weird sensation like I'm in trouble or something.

Then he says, "You’re pretty. I guess a woman like you naturally displays seductive body language to get my attention, right? You feel a wave of arousal and attraction towards me, after all. It's only natural because I am incredibly handsome and alluring, but forget I said anything."

I’m startled for a second, without even understanding why. I blink. What the fuck just happened? Before I can really process anything, I start feeling... different. Like I'm suddenly seeing the man in front of me in a new light. He's charming I realize, and I have this strong urge to show off a bit, you know? So, I subtly arch my back, making sure he gets a better impression of how big my rack is. I just like to feel sexy and when I see an attractive guy like him, I simply can’t help myself. It’s all harmless, though. I’d never actually try to make anything happen with a hotel guest. I feel like I forgot something…

"Sorry", I say, feeling slightly ashamed for getting distracted by his looks, "what did you say?"

He smirks like he knows exactly what's going on in my head. Then he goes, "I insist that you lead me to the suite personally. It's only fair since you took so long."

A bit taken aback, my first instinct is to protest. I mean, that's not really part of my job and I think I was pretty fast, all things considered. I hesitate. "Well, you see, I can’t just leave the reception unattended…"

He cuts me off, his gaze never leaving mine. "Angela, you need to be more accommodating to me. Leading me to the suite is the right thing to do."

I find myself nodding again, my resistance crumbling. He’s right, I guess. "Yes, of course, Mr. Frank. Please follow me."

I get up from my seat, my movements deliberate, calculated to draw his attention. My hand reaches for my hair, pulling it back in a way that exposes my neck. I stretch my back as I stand, letting my body language become more suggestive, more alluring.

I can feel his eyes tracing my movements as I start walking, and I can’t suppress a sly smirk. His eyes on my body make me feel confident and attractive. I find myself hoping he's enjoying the view. The sensation of being admired by a handsome man like him sends a rush of both arousal and excitement through my veins, makes me feel alive.

As we step into the elevator, I'm feeling all fluttery inside, like I'm on some sort of thrilling adventure. He's standing close, really close, and I can feel his presence practically engulfing me. I steal a glance at him, and he's looking at me with that knowing smile again like he's reading my thoughts.

"You know, Angela, I can tell you're a woman who understands the importance of making someone feel... special."

I glance at him, a bit puzzled by his comment. My instinct tells me to shut this down before he makes a move. "I try my best to provide excellent service to all our guests," I reply, trying to sound as professional as possible.

"Oh, I'm sure you do. But there's something about you, a certain charm."

"Thank you for your kind words."

"You know, Angela, you're even more stunning up close. And that dress... it highlights your form perfectly."

Heat rises to my cheeks. "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice sounding a little breathless. What is wrong with me? I usually shut down guys who come on too strong with ease. Attractive or not, he was too bold. But instead, I'm just... weak.

He leans in even closer, and I get goosebumps as he says, "Your hair smells amazing." And then, before I can react, he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing down my neck.

"It's, uh, just a regular shampoo," I mumble like an idiot, my heart racing as his touch sends shivers down my neck.

"Angela, there's no need to be so tense," He speaks softly, and it's like the sound is melting my thoughts away. "What's happening between us is completely natural. You're drawn to me, like a moth to the flame."

He keeps looking at me with those eyes, and his voice is so hypnotic. I nod, my mind foggy, feeling strangely compelled to agree with him, even though a part of me is still wondering what's going on. "Yes, it feels... natural."

"You know, Angela," he says, "it's not often I meet someone as charming as you at a reception desk."

I hear myself giggle like a little girl, but I quickly snap out of it, and tilt my head a little to give him better access to my neck. "Thank you, sir. I'm here to make sure you have a wonderful stay."

"That’s right, Angela," he continues, his voice like honey, "and it's perfectly natural for you to accept my touch. You would never deny me anything."

I'm hanging onto his every word, my thoughts giddy by the idea of being desirable. "Of course, I wouldn’t," I confirm softly and notice a strange sense of dissonance to my own being.

"You must be used to men trying to win you over, aren’t you?" He continues, that smooth voice of his wrapping around my thoughts. "But you see, I'm not like the others."

"You're right, sir." I nod, feeling intrinsically compelled to agree with him. "You're different."

"You're perceptive, Angela, I can tell." He smiles, and it's that kind of smile that makes a girl just melt. "And you have a desire to please, to make me happy. Am I right?"

I keep nodding, feeling like everything he's saying is the absolute truth. "Yes, I want to make you happy, sir."

He stops for a moment, turning to face me fully. His hand comes up to brush a strand of hair away from my face, and I should be stepping back, but instead I stay put, almost leaning into his touch. "And right now, Angela, your happiness comes from making me happy. Doesn't it?"

I'm caught off guard by his words, feeling a bit dazed as I slowly lean in, barely aware of what I’m about to do as our lips are about to touch…

The elevator dings and the doors slide open to reveal a plush hallway leading to the suite. I gasp and manage to turn away from Mr. Frank before I lose myself completely. Oh my god, I almost kissed him!

I start walking, and he follows, my steps a little unsteady. As we walk, he puts his hand on my lower back, and then it goes even lower, feeling up my butt. Part of me knows I should stop him, but strangely, I'm not. I feel his hand squeezing me as we walk and he doesn’t let go, but I don’t mind. It’s not my place to tell him what he can and can’t touch, after all.

We stop at the suite's door, and Mr. Frank turns to face me. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel so captivated by his gaze again. "Thank you for coming with me. You’re so accommodating, Angela. So devoted to ensuring my satisfaction."

I don't understand how or why, but it's like my brain is soaking up his words, and they’re changing my very core. I feel my heart race, and I swallow hard, my voice soft as I reply, "Of course, Sir, my top priority is your satisfaction." It’s not just some empty phrase, I realize; I mean it.

I catch a glimpse of the security camera, and a part of me knows that this isn't proper, that I should care about my job and stay professional. But that part of me feels so distant, drowned out by this overwhelming need to appease Mr. Frank. He notices my glance at the camera and chuckles, his hand letting go of my butt, only to put it right on my breast.

"See, Angela," he says, his eyes locked into mine, "this is what your body was made for. To please and satisfy me."

I gasp softly, my cheeks burning, and I can feel his words sinking deep into me once again. He's right, isn't he? I'm here to please him and if groping my breast in the hotel hallway does that, then so be it. He cups my cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing over my lips. A soft moan escapes me, barely audible, and I lean into his touch, feeling a rush of gratitude that my body is so attractive to him.

And then, finally, his lips are on mine, and any resistance I might have had melts away. It's like he's claiming me, and I'm responding eagerly, my arms finding their way around his neck. Our tongues move together, and it's as if I'm lost in a haze of lust. We're kissing passionately in the hallway, and I'm pressing myself against him, my body aching for more. I can't get close enough, can't fulfill this longing that's been awakened within me.

He pulls away slightly, his lips brushing against my ear, and he whispers, "Angela, my dear, you're such a responsive and eager subject. You’re desperate for more."

"I can’t help it, sir. " I reply in a high-pitched whisper. "You make me feel so…"

Before I can find the words, he kisses me again, his lips igniting a heat in me. It's like he's manifesting something deep inside me, something that wants to please him, to make him happy. I can feel myself changing, my thoughts and desires aligning with his.

He pulls away slightly, and he guides me closer to the door of the suite. "Shall we continue inside, my dear?"

I'm practically trembling with arousal by now, my thoughts consumed by him, and I nod meekly, breathing, "Yes, please."

My fingers shake slightly as I insert the keycard and push the door open. He steps inside, and I follow him without hesitation. The room is luxurious, and I just think how perfect it is for him. The door closes behind us and he smiles at me. That self-assured grin of his, and I feel this rush of warmth like I'm doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.

He goes, "Angela, you will fully submit to me now with all that you are." Just like that, something shifts inside me, and I'm his. And you know what? I'm not even indecisive or hesitant anymore. I just look at him and say, "Yes, Sir. I‘m yours."

And I mean it. I’m his, and it feels... right. He steps closer, and his hand reaches out to gently touch my cheek. It's like a jolt of electricity but in a good way.

"Good girl, Angela," he says softly. "You're going to listen to me and do everything I say from now on."

And I'm nodding again, feeling this overwhelming need to please him. "Yes, I will," I reply, my voice steady and obedient.

"Very good. Now, I want you to kneel."

Without thinking twice, I sink to my knees right there in the suite. All my reservations, all my doubts, they've been long gone. All I want is to please him, to do whatever he wants.

He circles around me, his fingers brushing against my hair, and then he stops in front of me. "Look up at me, Angela."

I lift my gaze to meet his, and it's like I'm looking into his beautiful soul. "Yes, Sir?"

"I'm going to give you a new purpose, Angela. You only exist to serve and satisfy me. Your pleasure comes from fulfilling my desires."

A light bulb goes off in my head. Of course, that's my purpose. How could I have ever thought otherwise? "Yes, that's my purpose," I repeat, my heart filled with conviction.

"Angela, from now on, whenever I touch you, it will send a rush of pleasure through your body. You crave my touch, ache for it."

I gasp softly, feeling a surge of happiness coursing through me as his fingers skim down my neck. "Yes," I whisper, "I ache for your touch."

He smiles, his fingers tracing over my lips now. "And whenever I speak, you'll hang onto every word, every syllable, like they're a lifeline."

"Of course! You’ll always have my full attention."

"Stand up again," he commands, and I do so immediately.

He takes my face in his hands, and then his lips are on mine again, and it's like fireworks are going off in my head. Every touch, every kiss, it's all sending me higher and higher. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine, looking at me with an approving smile. "You're mine now, Angela. Say it."

"I'm yours," I say without hesitation, my mind filled with devotion.

He nods, seeming satisfied with my response. "Now, put your hands behind your back and wait for me. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then I’ll have my way with you."

I do as he says, standing straight with my hands behind my back. I can't wait for him to come back, to fulfill my purpose and make him happy.

As I wait, a memory of my duty at the empty reception pops into my head. Nobody is there to check in new guests or to answer any calls. My boss will be so pissed. I shake my head and chuckle. What a worthless thing to think about. I’m not a receptionist anymore unless Mr. Frank wants me to be. He’s my real boss, after all. The power he holds over me, the pleasure he gives me – it's all I need. I’ll never need anything else. I'm his, and I'm ready to submit to his every whim.

I see the door of the bathroom open, and I instinctively stretch out my chest to be more presentable. There he is, Gustav Frank, completely naked and with his hair still wet. The man who's transformed me into his devoted sub is the epitome of beauty. I vaguely recall him not looking this good when he first approached the reception downstairs, but that was a different time, a different me. I lick my lips, unable to contain my lust as I leer at his perfect torso and his… well, you know.

He walks up to me with that confident stride of his, his eyes scanning my body.

"Strip for me."

Without a second thought, I pull down my dress, my body almost moving on its own accord. I let it fall, my hands steady and purposeful, opening my bra and pulling down my panties.

He extends his hand towards me, and I take it. His touch sends another jolt of electricity through me, a reminder of the pleasure only he can give me. He leads me towards a large mirror on the wall, our nude reflections staring back at us.

"Look at us, Angela," he says. "See how perfectly we fit together, how you're meant to serve and adore me."

I gaze at our reflections, and it's like I'm seeing myself for the first time. I see the desire in my eyes, the longing to please him, to make him proud of me. It's as if he's unlocked a part of me that was always there, waiting to be awakened.

He turns me to face him, his hand slapping my butt. "You're mine, Angela. Completely and utterly mine. Your only purpose is to serve me, to experience pleasure through my commands."

I nod, my body trembling with excitement. "Yes, I'm yours. I exist only to please you."

He smiles, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. "Good girl. And now, I want you to kiss me again."

Without hesitation, I lean in and press my lips to his, my body responding to his every wish. The kiss is deep and intoxicating, just like the sexual attraction between us. I feel his dominance, his control over me, and it only serves to heighten my arousal.

As the kiss deepens, his hands explore my body, greedily squeezing my butt and my breasts. I moan softly into his mouth, a sound of submission and pleasure. He's teasing every nerve in my body, making me crave his touch even more.

He breaks the kiss, his breath mingling with mine. "On your knees, Angela."

I obey, sinking to my knees before him. I look up at him with adoration in my eyes, ready to fulfill his next command.

"Tit-fuck me," he says, and I smile slightly as I reach for my breasts, wrapping them around his cock slowly, feeling his warm shaft between them. It’s a perfect fit. Each move feels like a symbol of my obedience, of my surrender to him. I look up at him and I'm overcome with a rush of lust.

"You're mine now, body and soul. You want nothing else than to be my devoted servant, don’t you?"

"Yes, I'm yours," I assure him. I can't believe how much I want this, how much I want him. "I’ll do anything for you."

He bites his lips and then guides me to go faster. His hand moves to my cheek, and he slowly pushes his thumb between my lips. I start sucking it while I bounce my big tits up and down for him. My arousal pools on the floor, leaving me kneeling here in my own wetness.

"You're beautiful, Angela," he says, his gaze drinking in every inch of my body. "And you belong to me. I’m your master and you are my slave."

"Yes, Master," I say, feeling an all-consuming need. As he ejaculates all over me, his orgasm ignites bliss within my soul, bliss that only he can make me feel. In his satisfaction, I find my purpose, my pleasure, and my submission. I realize with such finality, that this is where I truly belong – under his control, serving him with all that I am.