Part 13 of 14 at this point. Many thanks to
lovesexandmore
for helping to edit this story.
"I packed you a bag," his email reads, "meet me in room 225 at our favorite hotel. 7 pm, don't be late." With no time to change, still wearing her work clothes consisting of a dress with no panties per his morning instructions, she rushes to the car and drives to their favorite hotel.
6:59 pm, her phone reads, as she parks and rushes in. Waiting for the elevator is taking too long so she rushes to the stairs, and arrives, breathless at his door. An older couple smiles and waves as they enter the room across the hall.
Knock, knock. She waits. "You're late," he says through the door, "it's 7:03 pm." She looks around.
I'm sorry Master
, she whispers,
traffic was terrible.
"Remove your bra and place it in your handbag," he orders.
Frantically she looks around. Apart from the couple across the hall she hasn't seen anyone else on this floor. The elevator is just down the hall though so someone could appear at any time. Quickly she unsnaps her bra and slides it out of the sleeve of her dress, quickly shoving it into her bra.
I've removed my bra Master, may I please come in now?
"Now remove your dress," he orders, "then you may come inside." With a gasp she flushes a deep red and looks around. Still no one, but she contemplates using her safe word. With a deep breath she takes another look down the hall, then at the room across the hall, and then slides her dress over her head and shoves it into her bag.
No sooner has her dress hit the bag, and she hears the ding of the elevator down the hall. Frantically she turns back to the door and knocks, hoping he'll be quick. The door opens, her Master pulls her inside the room, safe at last.
He appraises her with his eyes, then grabs both ass cheeks while firmly kissing her. "Here Pet, put those on," he says turning and gesturing to clothes laid out on the bed, "we have dinner reservations."
He's laid out a pair of tights, with no crotch, a short white skirt, a black belt with silver rings, and a black turtleneck sweater. There's no bra, and as usual, no panties. There's also a thin satin collar, and a pair of satin wrist restraints. She begins to dress, thankful that the sweater covers the collar, and once finished, turns to her Master to present herself.
"Bend over and place your hands on the desk," he instructs, lifting her skirt above her ass as she complies. She feels his finger, covered in lube enter her ass, and he warms her up before shoving the butt plug inside her. "Dinner time."
At the restaurant downstairs, he has reserved a corner booth. He motions to her seat, facing the restaurant, and takes his seat to her side. "I'll take a glass of the 1985 Haut-Brion," he says to the waiter, "and she'll have a French 75."
The waiter returns with their drinks and they order dinner. She appraises the rest of the customers while he orders and notices a thin short-haired woman in a dark red dress seated alone at the bar. She feels a slight shiver and crosses her legs when the woman looks back and catches her eye, suddenly aware that she's wearing a short skirt and no panties. She feels her Master's hand on her thigh, lifting the skirt even higher and squirms in her seat.