I'm shaking inside desperately trying to stay calm but my body is giving me away, my breathing is heavy and the rising and falling of my thrust-up cleavage is driving me crazy as it rubs against the low cut dress I chose to wear this evening, as for my panties, what there is of them are soaking wet.
Why am I this nervous wreck: well it came about after Daniel, my lover for the past 6 months gave me a thoroughly good spanking following a night of debauchery. Seeing that I enjoyed the spanking so much and knowing that my birthday was soon approaching he started a 'Truth or Dare' session in order to determine the limits of my possible submissiveness.
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The three large glasses of wine during dinner hadn't helped to settled my nerves. Normally after that many glasses I'd be under the table by now but my adrenalin level is that high its feels as if I could drink forever. We've never done anything like this before. I'm using the term 'We've' for Daniel still isn't fully unaware of my past and what he's got planned may even take me into new territory.
Friday night and the bar to our hotel in Antibes is heaving. A mixture of business people and tourists have filled the bar area almost to overflowing. Hoping to deter any lecherous advances, Daniel practically shouted that he'll "Be back in a few minutes", as he left me siting at the bar looking into another glass of wine.
For the evening I'm wearing a little 'just above the knee' black lace type dress with a plunging neckline, some ridiculously expensive Agent Provocateur underwear which Daniel had bought as a birthday present along with 3-inch black patent heels, not quiet in 'the fuck me' style, but enough to show off my legs plus some expensive jewellery. Looking into the mirror behind the bar the thought of "Yes...you're one smoking hot lady," comes to mine.
For what seemed a terrifying eternity I sat waiting for the message from Daniel which would kick-off tonight's proceedings: I don't know what he had arranged, in fact I don't want to know. I don't even want to think about it. Even so I could feel a sexual urge slowly creeping through my body, a certain wettest began seeping between my legs and I could distinctly smell my arousal as it rose between the valley of my breasts. God, I need some form of distraction.
I spot a group of businessmen further down the bar. One's smiling at me, the others are leering, undressing me with their eyes. I give them a long hard stare; they sheepishly look away slapping 'smiler' on the shoulder uttering something along the lines of 'Hard Luck'. Suddenly my mobile rang then vibrated against the bar causing me to jump. With un-sure hands, I try to pick it up, still shaking I fumble with the buttons then desperately try to read its message.
It took several attempts for my sozzled brain to read what was written, once my brain understood what he had written, I took a deep breath, dropped the phone into my purse; seeing that I was about to leave the group of businessman had all turned to watch me as I very elegantly tried to slide off of the bar stool without my dress riding up too high. I ignored them as I began to navigate my way away from of the bar but no one would make way, in squeezing through the boisterous crowd some would look down my chest, which to me is a joke for having lost so much weight I'm now only a 'B' cup but in my efforts to squeeze through I am sure several of them traced a hand or two across my arse and other parts of my body.
Thankfully still intact I reached the lift, its open door beckoned me so I walk in then frantically press 7 repeatedly, hoping no one else got in. Under stark lighting I stare at my reflection until with a jolt I'm back to reality for I had reached our floor. Taking a deep breath, I exited the lift then with a confident face but swaying body I walked down a seemingly never ending corridor. Once outside our suite I slid my key-card into the lock. No go so I tried it again, after several attempts the door finally opens.
Before me is the bedroom door which is closed, which according to Daniel's text I must not enter. 'Shit' I mutter to myself for I badly need a change of panties. Looking around I see a birthday card lying on the coffee table, I picked it up, read it then chuckled to myself as I read the attached note for it read,
"No...you cannot change your panties – Love Daniel"
. He knows me so well. Next to the card was a leather blindfold. Looking around the room I noticed that Daniel had rearranged the furniture. The two seater leather sofa and two matching comfortable chairs were now arranged in a horseshoe facing the large panoramic glass windows. Normally we would have a fantastic view looking out to sea but all I now see is my own reflection and a streak of moonlight stretching far across the water.
I am both terrified and excited in equal measures for now it has begun....I take one last look at my reflection, then facing towards the bedroom I and trying not to mess up my hair I now put on the blindfold. With arms out-stretched I walk forward, find then open the bedroom door and enter. Further to his instructions I have to close the door behind me then step back until I feel the edge of the bed.
I notice that this room is warm. My heart rate accelerates possibility to the quantity of drink in my system. In the eerie silence even my heartbeat becomes deafening. Also now devoid of sight I'm struggling to stay upright. The English expression for this would be that of being
"Thoroughly Pissed".
As time passes I become more calm. Suddenly I hear a key-card in the door. Someone has opened the outer room, soon I heard footsteps approaching then the bedroom door opens. It's my beloved Daniel for I can smell his aftershave. He whispers if I am OK, I nod as I am not allowed to speak. He then reminds me we can stop at any time I only have to say the word. Gently he cups my face in both his hands then gives me a slow passionate kiss, as I start to melt he leads me into the outer room. Trapped within another slow passionate kiss we hear a tap at the door. Daniel utters a very quiet "Ready" then moves away. My excitement builds.
Someone else has entered our room. I first smell aftershave and it isn't Daniel's then I can smell perfume, I think it's 'White Linen'... Oh my god, what have I let myself in for? This isn't what I expected, however their here now so I just remain silent.
I sense them circling me, for I can feel their breath upon my neck and body as they inhale my essence. Someone sits down on the leather chair to my left. Someone, I think it's the man stands behind me and strokes my bare arm with which makes me jump causing goose-bumps all over my body. With both hands now he strokes both my bare arms. In my darkness I hear someone entering the bedroom. The man's breathing is shallow. He is excited. Using both hands his fingers first rest then trail over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips and over my arse like a gentle massage then following the crease of my arse he trails upwards towards the small of my back then reaches around my waist before caressing my navel. Hearing me sigh he gently trails his fingers in a triangle formed by my navel, hip and mons before trailing them up to my breasts. My breasts are swollen and my nipples harden as he continues to caress my body. His gentle hands circle my neck. At first I tense up but then realising that he means no harm I slowly begin to relax. He senses this and continues to trace his fingers over my facial features.
Over his breathing I hear someone place things down on a table to my right.
My sudden loss of concentration causes me to jump for now he touches my arse then continues down the outside of my legs. On reaching my ankles he ever so slowly moves his hands up the insides of my legs. My heart starts to race. I fidget slightly, my god he is going to discover my soaking wet panties. He stops just short of the hem of my dress and runs his hands down the outside of my legs, then again up the inside ever so slowly. Without thinking I part my legs a little. Very quietly something is said but I cannot make-out what they are saying.
I jump again as his fingers gently stroke the area behind my ears then move slowly down my neck until he finds the zip to my dress. Very slowly he unzips the back of my dress all the way down to my arse. The air is electric. I can sense he is really excited. Now moving his hand up my bare back he slips the dress off of my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Those circling hands are back again gently caressing my body top to bottom. Now his hands expertly unclips my bra and with no shoulder straps to worry about he allows my balcony bra to fall to the floor, his breathing becomes heavy as his hands first cup my freed breasts then very gently and in a very subtle way scissor a nipple between his fingers as he holds my breasts in his trembling hands. After a few moments he gently removes one hand which now travels with purpose down my spine, between my arse cheeks before feeling the wet fabric of my panties. We gasp almost in unison. While this hand circles my anus his other hand then moves down my front and continues until it gently finds my soaking wet 'camel-toe'. God, I am so wet. Something is said for his hands fall away then I think he sits down to my right. A rustle to my left alerts me to someone else getting up.
I can smell Daniel. He whispers if I'm OK, I give a simple nod then he removes my jewellery and helps me step out of my dress before moving away.
