A Night to Remember

She fingered the napkin at the bar wondering how much longer she was expected to wait. Once more she looked at her watch. He was 10 minutes late. She started thinking again about what had possessed her to call the local dating line. But she had, and she had been drawn to him. His voice was deep and thoughtful. He messaged her and asked her about herself striking up a conversation that he was very much in control of. He had no problem asking her personal questions and, though she found herself blushing, she also found the directness exciting, titillating even. Soon they had exchanged phone numbers and he was calling her at home. That was when he really emerged. He told her that was a Dominant man. That he liked things such as bondage, spanking, being in control. The words cut through to her very soul. Had she really met a man that knew what it was like to live her deepest darkest fantasies? He suggested they meet for a drink at a bar that he frequented and having agreed to a date and time, she hung up the phone. Her breathing was ragged and she slowly slid her hand inside her panties to find her pussy wet and throbbing. Was this really happening or was it just another dream?

Her reverie was suddenly interrupted when a man came and sat down next to her at the bar. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties (she was 19). He was very tall, warm brown eyes and salt and pepper hair. She noticed he was wearing a quite expensive overcoat and suit. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as He ordered a drink. Then he turned and fully examined her. "You must be Sarah."

She looked down for a moment and then quickly back up at him, horrified at the blush that colored her cheeks. "Yes" she stammered "and you must be Michael". He only nodded as he looked into her eyes.

They made small talk as they sipped their drinks, but she was aware of the little touches he gave her, on her knee, the small of her back, pushing her hair back from her face. When he was done with his drink, he looked right into her eyes and said "I have booked a room across the street. I would very much like you to go into the room and wait for me. Sit on the bed with your legs crossed and your back straight. I will knock two times at the door. At that time I would like you to answer the door and then go and kneel in front of the chair with your head down." He put his finger under her chin and pulled her head up so that she was looking at him and could not misunderstand his words. "If you are there when I knock, I am going to use you. I am going to fuck you and make you my whore. That is your choice to make." With that said he placed a hotel key in her hand and said "Now go."

Her eyes got wide as she contemplated what he had just said to her. She started to open her mouth to say something, but he put his finger against her lips and said "There is nothing to be said, you have but to make your decision. I will either see you in a little while or you can go home and nothing more will be done."

She quietly collected her things and with one last look over her shoulder made her way out the door. As she got into her car, she noticed her hands were shaking and her breathing was ragged. She also noticed that her panties were soaking wet from her pussy juices. The decision was already made. How could she pass up a chance to live out her dreams. But already the other side of her mind was warring with her. You don't know this man, what if he hurts you? What if he hurts you, she thought. Like you want to be hurt. Like you've craved to be hurt. She was lost.

Taking her car across the street, she gathered her courage and got out of the car and walked into the hotel. She had never been in this hotel before and realized that it was quite run down, almost seedy. The wallpaper faded and cracked in places. The carpet worn. Looking at the room key, she followed the hallway to Room 215. Once she opened the door and then closed it behind her, she knew there was no backing out. She had come this far and she was going to go through with it. She was thankful that he had told her to sit down on the bed, because she wasn't sure that he legs could support her anymore. She carefully pulled her short black skirt beneath her as she sat down. Smoothed her hands down her bare legs and then adjusted the neckline of her blouse. Wondering if she should unbutton one more button, she fidgeted nervously. Crossing and uncrossing her legs as she looked around the room. The place really was a mess. She felt dirty sitting there in that run down hotel room waiting for a man she didn't know to come and use her. Her breathing came fast almost in gulps as she debated on just getting up and leaving, but still she sat there, getting more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by.

When the knock came she almost jumped out of her skin. She licked her lips and got up off the bed, walking shakily to the door. Head down she opened the door and quickly looked up at him. Turning around she walked to the middle of the room where he had put the chair and knelt down on her knees. He closed the door and she heard the lock turn, a shiver running down her spine. She felt him walking behind her and then his hand on her hair as he crossed in front of her. Her eyes closed and she held her breath as he sat down. She heard him quietly say "Thank you" and a small smile came to her lips as she released her breath. "Stand up and slowly take your clothes off."

Without thought she did what he asked. She stood and closed her eyes as her fingers went to the top button of her blouse. "Open your eyes." He instructed in his deep forceful voice. Gasping, she quickly opened her eyes as she slowly fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. His intense gaze roamed over her body. Opening her blouse and sliding it off her shoulder, she let her arms fall down to her sides and the blouse slid to the floor making a puddle around her high heeled feet. Her hands went up behind her back and the clasp of her red bra was quickly undone. The bra slipped forward slightly until her hands caught it, cupping her breasts and holding the bra tightly to her chest. His eyebrows rose as if to say she was pushing his patience and she let the bra drop to the floor. Biting her lip, she felt the cold air hit her nipples and they instantly hardened. He reached forward and just tweaked each nipple seperately eliciting a moan from her. "Turn around" he ordered quietly.

She turned to face the door and put her fingers on the button of her skirt and unzipped the zipper. Bending over she pushed the skirt down over her hips and past her knees until it too puddled on the floor. Then her panties quickly followed. Stepping out of them she nervously looked over her shoulder at him. He was sitting there quietly observing her. One leg crossed over the other knee and his hands on the arms of the chair. "Turn slowly around and let me look at you." She did as she was told, wanting so badly to cross her arms over her chest and cover herself. Resisting the impulse she slowly turned around to face him again. There she was completely naked, standing in front of a complete stranger in a seedy hotel room. Why was it such a turn on? He made her stand like that for at least 5 minutes while he quietly appraised her. Not one word was said, not one effort made to put her at ease.

Finally he closed his eyes briefly and then as he opened them again he said "You will get down on your hands and knees, crawl over to me and take off my shoes and socks. Kiss my feet and then suck my toe into your mouth. Show me that you are worthy of having my cock in your mouth and this will continue. Fail and I will leave."

Hesitantly she got down onto the dirty carpet and made her way across the floor. Kneeling back on her feet she untied his shoes and pulled them off one by one, then leaned down and peeled his socks off his feet. Daring a quick look up at his face she pulled his foot up to her mouth and kissed it and then sucked his toe into her mouth. Her face burned with shame as she felt utterly degraded. She only hoped it was good enough for him because she could not imagine the humiliation of being sent away.

Finally, just when she thought for sure it was over, she felt his hand fist into her hair and pull her up. Her naked body dragged against his clothed one as he pulled her head back and began to kiss her neck. He stood and with his hand in her hair and caused her to stand as well. Roughly he turned her so that she was facing the door again and his had dropped from her hair to snake around her waist. Pulled back against him, she could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass and couldn't help but push back. His hands moved up to her breasts and he roughly pinched her nipples and pulled them out causing her to arch her back and let her head fall back against his chest. Her nipples burned as he pulled and then he twisted them abuptly which made her cry out and put her hands up against his as if to pull them off. "Lower your hands. You are not to touch me unless instructed." She instantly lowered her hands as his voice, right next to her ear, made her shiver with pleasure and a little bit of fear.

Letting go of her breasts, he took her hand and led her to the bed. He bent down and retrieved a bag from the floor. She wondered that she hadn't noticed it before. From the bag he took a few lengths of rope and she nervously regarded him. "Lie down on the bed and put your hands above your head with your wrists crossed." Hesitantly doing as she was told, she looked up at him as he leaned over her and began to loop rope around her wrists. She licked her lips and couldn't help but say "Please don't hurt me." To which he replied "Only in the best of ways". She felt something low in her stomach clench and knew this was something she wanted, no, needed to experience and completely gave herself over to him. He looped the rope around her wrists and then secured it to the top of the bed. She was helpless and exposed to him. He put a blindfold over her eyes and then leaned down to whisper in her ear "I'll be right back".

She gasped as she head the door open and close. Trying the ropes at her wrists she realized that there was nothing she could do but wait and hope he came back. Did he even leave? Did she hear him breathing? What was that sound? How long had it been? All of these thoughts and more ran through her mind as she felt her body tensing, anxiety causing sweat to bead on her forehead.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the door open and close again and could clearly hear him moving around, setting something on the table and then she felt his hand touch the inside of her leg. Jumping, she instinctually moved her leg away from him but his hand followed and grasped her ankle pulling her leg away from the other until the most intimate part of her body was completely exposed to him. His hand slid up her leg across her knee and up further until he grasped the flesh of her inner thigh, coming so close to her pussy, but stopping just short. She moaned in wanton abadon, trying to push her cunt closer to his hand, moving her hips to a rhythm only she could find. Then suddenly he raised his hand and slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She cried out at the new sensation but before she could close her legs against him, he had slapped her again, this time on the other thigh. Tears sprang to her eyes behind the blindfold. Is this what she wanted? Suddenly his hand was against her pussy and he pushed two fingers inside her. "You are wet for me you little whore." She head him say in a gravelly voice. And she was. So wet, so hot. She quickly started to push herself against his fingers but he pulled them away. Taking her juices and wiping them across her stomach.

She heard him rummaging around in his bag and wondered what was next. She quickly found out. First she heard the whistle in the air and then she felt the sting of what she could only assume was a crop as it hit the inside of her thigh, the other thigh, then each nipple in turn. Over and over the crop struck. Her body was on fire and she was writhing, straining to get away. Tears running down her face as she pleaded with him to stop. He did stop only to shove his fingers back into her pussy and explore her inside. The pleasure overriding the pain once more. Unable to hold back her moans, she pushed against him again. "You are a hot little girl aren't you? You want this so bad. How long have you wanted this?" "Forever" she moaned.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her knees up towards her chest so that her ass was in the air. Kneeling on the bed, her face and breasts pressed against the rough coverlet. Her sore and tingling nipples rubbing hard and causing yet another new sensation. He knelt on the bed beside her and slowly started to rub her ass with his hand. Placing one hand on the small of her back he raised the other hand and started spanking her ass. He continued spanking, rubbing intermittently, until her ass was red and tears were again streaking down her cheeks. She begged him, for what she didn't know. Blindly begging him to stop, not to stop, to fuck her. Incoherently asking for everything and nothing at all.

When he was satisfied that her ass was red enough, he positioned himself behind her and slowly started to feed his cock into her tight wet cunt. As he pushed in, his hands on her hips, she moaned loudly. Finally pushing back against him and finding the release she had been begging for. She exploded against his cock, her mind assaulted by everything new she had experienced. He continued to fuck her through the orgasm. She felt it building again and tried to hold it back but feeling him pounding against her sore ass sent her over the edge one more time. She felt him push deep into her and fill her up with his cum.

As the orgasm subsided she found that she was still silently weeping. He rolled onto his side and reached up, untying her hands from the bed. He pulled her back against him and cradled her in his arms. "You were so good and so brave." As he wiped her tears away, she knew she had entered a world she would never emerge from. She was whole and complete for the first time in her life.