Abused in a penthouse
You arrive at the hotel I have arranged for you. After parking the car, you take the small suitcase out of the trunk and enter the establishment.
At the reception desk you give your name and the receptionist answers:
"Welcome to our hotel Mrs. Silva. Here is your key and an envelope that your partner left for you. Enjoy your stay, we hope you appreciate our services."
Your name is on the envelope and right below it, in smaller letters it says:
Open it as soon as you enter the room.
You wait anxiously for the elevator to arrive. Finally the elevator door opens and you go up to the penthouse.
You open the door, put your bag on the floor, sit down on a sofa, open the envelope with shaking hands and start reading.
My slutty slave, welcome to the room where you will be at my disposal and mercy for the next few hours. Read these instructions completely and then execute them exactly as written:
• Take your collar, nightshirt and high heels from your suitcase;
• Pickup the bag I left on the dresser;
• Go to the bathroom with the bag and your items;
• Switch on the CD player;
• Stand in front of the full body mirror and do a striptease, moving to the music as if you were seducing your Master. I want you to get into the mood before I join you;
• After you're completely naked, put on your high-heeled sandals and take all items out of the bag;
• Put on your nightshirt and collar;
• Go into the shower box;
• Put on the anklets and bracelets;
• Put on the gag and take the extension bar;
• Look up and you will see a chain with a hook hanging from the ceiling;
• Position yourself well centered below it;
• Attach the extension bar to the anklets on your feet;
• Attach the bracelets to the chain hook
• Wait for your Master.
You follow the instructions strictly.
You turn the sound on, Joe Cocker starts to sing, "Keep your hat on", and you strip dancing to the music.
Actually the mirror is the kind used in witness recognition scenes by cops. I am on the other side of the mirror looking and enjoying every moment, especially when you are offering your tits to an imaginary audience.
You're already naked and follow the additional instructions.
I am looking at you tying yourself up for Me. In the last act you have to force standing on your toes to get the bracelets onto the hook.
I keep quiet in my corner admiring my slave all tied up, waiting for Me to put my hands on you.
I finally get out of my hiding place and go into the bathroom.
When you see me coming in, I can see from your face that you too are loving the situation. You know you're radiant in this stretched position with your semitransparent nightshirt only hiding a little part of your sensual body. You know you're pleasing your Master.
I approach, kneel down and remove your high heels.
Now the chain is pulling extra on your arms and you have to stand on your toes in order to reduce the tension. Your body is nicely stretched, and that´s exactly what I wanted.
I remove your gag. Then I come very close and look you in the eyes. You stay quiet but your eyes are asking for action. We stay a minute like this, desire and tension increasing. Then I kiss you on the mouth, our tongues immediately intertwining, anxious to catch up. My hands smoothing your ass, first on top of your nightshirt but then moving underneath it and touching your naked buttocks.
My hands continue on your buttocks, altering between caressing, squeezing and pinching while our mouths continue in hot kissing. My hands move up your back, scratching your skin with my nails. Surely you're thinking/desiring that my hands will find their way to your tits. But it's too early for that. My hands go down again and when they get on your ass again I press my body harder against yours so you can clearly feel my hard cock against your body. A little more caressing your hot ass and then I catch you by surprise with a nice slap on one of your buttocks. You try to complain, but my tongue is stuck into your mouth blocking any word of protest. And then there's more spanking, alternating between the two buttocks. I'm loving it and get more excited (I think you too). The closeness of our bodies, our burning kiss and the sound of my hand spanking your ass is a delicious combination for me.
I interrupt our kiss and walk away, but not before feeling your wet pussy.
"You little slutty bitch! Your pussy is already wet and dripping! And without my permission!"
"Sorry, Master."
"I don't want to hear explanations."
I put your gag back on and this time I tighten it well. When you had put it on yourself, it was a little loose.
"Now I'm going to do something with you I've been dreaming about for a long time. I'm just wondering about the temperature... "
I am delighted to see in your eyes that you have guessed what is going to happen. You try to resist, pulling on the chain, trying to move but the extension bar on your feet does not allow it. This useless resistance of yours further increases my pleasure.
I pull the shower hose close by, open the tap a bit and put the nozzle right on top of your gag.
The water (still cold) drips deliciously on your chin, sliding down your neck to your breasts, now looking for a path in the middle of your tits under the fabric of your shirt. But little by little the top of your shirt gets wet too and makes the fabric stick to your skin. Your nipples react to cold water, and although they will never stand upright the way I would like them to, they stick to the fabric and I can see them clearly through the thin fabric of the nightshirt, giving a very sensual touch to the scene.
The bottom of the nightshirt is getting a little wet too, but of course I will help. Now the water's warmer I point the nozzle directly to your tits. After some time I move the hose down, open the tap a bit more and point the hose at your pubis. Hot water jets are now punishing your pussy.
You're protesting in your gag, but I don't care.
I switch the shower position so now water is coming down onto your head from the overhead shower. Water is running full speed down your shirt and down your back. You try to say something, but I don't understand. I wonder if you don't like the water coming down on you and want the Master to continue with the jet on your tits or pussy. Or is it something else?
Well, regardless of that I continue with your shower and let the water running for minutes until you are completely soaked.
I close the tap. Time for another treatment.
I place my mouth on your gag and lick your lips around the ball, leaving you certainly frustrated that you can't participate actively.
My hands are on the V of your nightshirt and with a sudden movement I rip the front of the shirt. Ripping of a slave´s clothes is an act of violence, but an elegant one and always very pleasant for the Master and the submissive. And I see in your eyes that you also love this part.
Although with the wet shirt you were already practically naked in front of me, now with the nightshirt ripped open at the front you are, offering direct access to your tits, nipples and pussy, all of them very shiny with the thin film of water on top.
I decide to take the gag off and allow our mouths to meet again, while my hands are on your ass again. You indulge in the tongue kiss while you certainly think about what else is coming next.
After a few minutes I interrupt our kissing session.
I take a pair of scissors and cut the straps off your nightshirt leaving you completely naked in front of me.
I tear part of the nightshirt into several strips and see in your eyes that you are wondering why I am doing this, as you are already tied up helpless anyway.