The welcoming orange glow of the hotel reception lights winked at me through the rain that splattered against the windscreen. A beacon in the darkness, but was it sanctuary being offered? I stared at the entrance, my hands gripping, white knuckled, to the steering wheel. I was insane, I had to be; but then looking back over the last few months, thinking of the e-mails I'd sent, the truths I'd so willingly told, my insanity was quite obvious. I was frightened, black fear filled the car, making my breath short and my throat tight. I could always back out, run away, never speak to him again; but the twisted little voice at the back of my mind laughed. I wasn't going to back out, I wanted this, even if it was scaring me to death. I'd taken precautions, only sensible, we'd met on the internet after all, a medium renowned for its nutters. We'd met several times before, normal dates, 'getting to know you' stuff. Well almost normal, I'd spent most of the movie we'd gone to watch desperately wanting to rub my hand up and down his dick, the dark seemed such an inviting medium for this, I'd got myself into such a state I'd had to sit on my hands to control the urge.
So here I was, our first 'date' where I'd be taking my clothes off and I couldn't bring myself to get out of the car. I'd insisted on a hotel for our first time, somewhere I could drive myself too and if necessary run from. Although how I thought I was going to run once he tied me up I had no idea. This was where the fear and I admitted the thrill, was coming from. Once I let him wrap the ropes around me and put a ball gag in my mouth that was it, he could do as he wanted. The thought was making my pussy throb and my heart pound nosily in my chest, as my common sense fought with my sexual desire.
Taking a deep breath, trying not to think about it, I grabbed the small over-night bag and got out of the car locking the doors behind me. I stood for a moment in the rain, feeling the rivulets of water run down my face, it felt good, calming, I could do this, I wanted to do this. With hesitant steps I walked towards the hotels large wooden doors, which stood open, casting a band of light into the shadowed car park. He had arrived almost an hour earlier, not having as far to travel as I had and had texted me the room number, so I avoided the reception and headed for the elevators. I felt a little naughty, like a prostitute. The room was on the second floor and by the time I stood in front of the bedroom door my heart was pounding so hard I felt sure he would be able to hear it from the other side. Chastising myself for being a total wimp, I raised a trembling hand and knocked on the door. He opened it and smiled, the tension eased a little.
"You look a little wet," he noted as the rain water dripped onto the carpet.
I nodded, smiling. "You have no idea....." I left the innuendo hanging, it was a little crass but it made him smile. He opened the door wider allowing me into the room. It was an old fashioned hotel, regency style furniture, mostly reproduction, but somebody had tried hard. The décor was subtle, understated, a couple of chairs, a table, a lovely chest of draws, I could see a marble covered bathroom through a door to my right. Dominating the space was a large, solid, four poster bed with creamy, clean looking sheets that matched the drapes that were closed over the big bay window on the far side of the room. A rough heat surged through my pussy at the thought of being tied to it.
"Did you bring everything?" he asked me, dragging my thoughts back from the bed. I nodded, handing him my bag. He took it from me, taking it to a nearby chair so that he could take out what he needed.
"Strip" he ordered, not looking at me, his attentions focused on the bag. With trembling fingers I began undoing my shirt buttons. This was the bit I'd been dreading, well one of the bits, what if he found the lumps and bumps ugly? I knew I did. A solid slap on my arse made me jump.
"I said strip, that means now," he growled. I forced my still trembling fingers to move quicker, but I was still too slow for his liking and he reached across me and ripped the shirt open, buttons popping across the cream carpet. So much for that shirt. I quickly undid the buttons on my trousers and pushed them down, dragging my panties down with them, looking to save time and stepped out, pulling at my socks and shoes, profoundly grateful I had not chosen to wear lace ups for work that morning. Under his hard cold gaze I slipped the ruined shirt off and undid my bra, dropping that on top of the pile of clothes. He said nothing and I was too embarrassed and too frightened of his disapproval to look at him, so I stood before him, eyes fixed firmly on the floor waiting, wondering what was going through his mind. He reached a hand out and massaged my right breast, feeling its warm weight in his hand, rubbing the nipple between two fingers until it was hard, then he did the same to the other. The touch was gentle, but the hands were strong, the movement knowing, purposeful, sending corresponding surges of heat through my pussy. He stepped behind me, running a hand down my back, cupping the swell of my buttock and squeezing. Hands reached round in front of my face and my large red ball gag was pushed between my teeth, stretching my mouth wide. This was a new toy, but I had tried it out the night before, liking the way it felt in my mouth, the solid feel of the leather wrapped round my head, the exhilaration of knowing I could scream and nobody would know. He stepped back round, his hand gripping my chin, dragging my eyes to his, a slow predatory smile spread across his face.
"For the duration of this weekend" he said softly. "You are mine."
Reaching into the pocket of his trousers he pulled out a thick leather collar, three silver 'D' rings hanging from it, which he fitted snuggly round my neck. We had discussed collars, I'd wanted one, but this was not something I had brought with me, I wondered what other surprises were coming. It felt strange, not the feel of the leather, more the feeling of being owned, being someone's possession, it was what I wanted, or at least what I had wanted in the abstract, but actually having it happen was a profound experience, liberating. Until Sunday evening I would not have to think, would not have to plan or make decisions, all I had to do was obey and he would be happy and I wanted so very much to make him happy.
"Let's do something about that arse shall we, I do so dislike pasty white cheeks," he said, taking my arm and moving me towards one of the two elegant armchairs that filled the bay window. "Place your hands flat on the chair seat and raise your bottom," he ordered. I did as instructed, resting my forehead on the chair. He tapped the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs a little further apart. Satisfied with my position he ran his hands over my soft pliant skin, then he stepped back and without warning brought a paddle down hard on my right arse cheek. I had known this was going to hurt, had wanted it to hurt, but it was still a shock, my body rocked forward, pushing my face into the chair cushion, a gasping wail swallowed by the ball gag. He gave me no time to think, no time to contemplate, the next blow coming hard and the one after that and the one after that, until it merged into a snap shot barrage of pain. Having lost count at eight, I had no idea how many times he struck me, but once he stopped I realized my pussy was so wet it was running down the inside of my thighs. My arse was burning, tears were streaming down my face and I was drooling round my ball gag, but I was so turned on my body was trembling again. His hands reached forward and began caressing the red skin he had created, it was soothing, gentle fingers reached down my glowing cheeks and his middle finger slowly traced the line of my pussy, rubbing at the slick juice it found, slowly pushing into my tight, hot cunt; moving in and out a few times before withdrawing.
"You taste so good," he whispered. I wondered if I was meant to move, meant to respond. I didn't think so, I had the feeling if he wanted a response from me he would ask me a direct question. So I kept silent, held my position struggling to catch my breath around my ball gag. I'd told him that he would be my first, but I wondered if he believed me, the finger he had so casually inserted into my dripping cunt represented the first time anybody, other than me, had been in that hot dark place. A strange rush of pride shot through me, I had waited, waited for the right person, I had waited a really long time, had not given up, had not settled for second best, for a less than satisfying relationship. I had known what I wanted and I had waited for it. I had overcome my fear and my doubts and this was my reward. My sore arse suddenly started to feel unbelievably good, a badge of courage. His hand ran over my red cheeks again making me jump.
"Spread them," he ordered. I placed my hands on either side of my arse and pulled the stinging cheeks apart. I heard him pump lube onto his hand and knew what was coming, something else I was dreading. With a lot of effort on my part I'd managed to get myself comfortable with inserting the smallest anal plug in my beginners set, he had decided this weekend I would be graduating to the next size up. It had always seemed awfully big in my hand and the thought of it being pushed into my tiny hole filled me with both dread and excitement. I felt him spread the lube over my sphincter, rubbing his fingers over the sensitive skin, it was a struggle not to move. He slowly pushed his finger inside me, another first for me, spreading the lube deep inside, holding his finger in position allowing my arse to get used to the stretch, pulling his finger slowly out and repeating the process with two fingers, this time I couldn't help but squirm at the intrusion, whimpering behind my gag.
"Stop wriggling now, or I will punish you," he snarled. I froze, my body ridged with the effort to remain still, sweat was starting to drip off me, making my skin slick. He lined up the cold silicone tip of the butt plug, then began to push, slow steady pressure. I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing, in tiny increments that sent waves of pain and pleasure surging through my body, he eased the plug in, waiting for my rim to close around the base before releasing his pressure on it. The full feeling was intense, making my knees feel weak and I longed to have my pussy filled in the same way.
