She arrived at his hotel room precisely on time. She was about to knock when she noticed a note stuck to the door with her name on it. She took the note, trembling slightly as she read it.
'There is a bag on the doorknob. Inside you will find a blindfold. Put it on and then knock. Once the door has been opened you must not speak again until you have been given permission.' She looked down, and sure enough there was a small bag hanging on the doorknob. She took it off the knob, opened it and inside, just as the note said, was a blindfold. She put the blindfold on and when she was sure it was properly in place, she knocked on the door and waited. She didn't have to wait long until the door was opened, fortunately; she wasn't sure she wanted passers by to see her standing in a hotel corridor with a blindfold on.
He took hold of her hand and led her inside. She was about to say 'hello' and 'thank you', but just in time she remembered the instruction to not speak. He shut the door and they stood just inside the entrance way to the room.
He undid her coat and slipped it off her shoulders. She heard him walk away from her as he hung her coat up, and returned to undress her completely. Item by item, he undid buttons, zips or hooks, took the clothes off her body and hung them up with her coat. When she was completely naked apart from her shoes, he again took hold of her hands and led her slowly into the centre of the room. He placed her hands on her head, and stepped back away from her. She wasn't sure where he was or what he was doing, but she knew he was there. She could hear him breathing, and she knew he was close to her, very close, for she could feel his warm breath wafting across her skin. She knew him well enough to know to stand still and wait while he examined her, knowing that she found the whole process humiliating. She didn't enjoy being humiliated, but somehow this seemed different to her; it made her feel instantly submissive. It made her forget the outside world and concentrate on him and his pleasures.
He walked round her, and coming back to stand in front of her he prodded, ran his nails down her back and watched her shiver, tickled inside her ears with his tongue and heard her try not to laugh, lifted each breast in turn and squeezed them, and poked his fingers hard up into her pussy, just to see if she was wet and ready for him. When he took his fingers out of her he shoved them down her throat for her to lick clean. He pulled the edges of her bottom apart and pushed a butt plug hard up her arse. He twisted it round a bit so that it was firmly in place, she knew him well enough to know that she mustn't let it fall out. He put her arms back down by her side, took the clip from her hair and let it cascade around her shoulders. He grabbed a handful of her thick, dark hair and pulled her head back, letting go suddenly. She knew him well enough to know that she should keep her head in this position until told she could stand up straight.
Finally he stopped grabbing and prodding her. She heard him take a step back away, and although she couldn't see him, she was sure she could still feel his eyes upon her. She stood still; naked apart from her shoes, hands by her sides, clenching her bottom as hard as possible to keep the plug in, knees trembling in anticipation, head back at an awkward angle, her hair a mess, lipstick smudged, and a blindfold on. She knew she looked a mess, but, he thought this an incredibly sexy sight. A woman who was willing to submit to being examined and probed, to look used and stand still when told, a woman who still wanted more; oh yes, he thought, this is definitely a sexy erotic sight.
He knew she trusted him to look after her, but they both needed him to push her limits bit by bit. And tonight he was certainly going to do that. He was going to make her do something she had never done before; he was going to push her boundaries out, make her take a big step outside of her comfort zone; he would do so and yet she would enjoy herself. When she enjoyed what they did she gave so much more of herself. She never held back, and he would make sure that she didn't hold back tonight either.
'You know how I like to surprise you' he said, 'well, tonight I have something new for you to try. Something that you have never done before. Tonight', he continued, 'you will have to remember that I will look after you.'
When he had filled his eyes with the sight of her, all tousled, vulnerable, fabulously sexy and his to do with as he pleased, he helped her to sit on the edge of the bed and waited for her to feel out where she was.
'Now, lie down in the centre of the bed, on your back', he told her, 'but remember, do not remove the mask and do not speak, no matter what happens.' She lay on her back and waited. He tied each of her limbs in turn to the corner of the bed so that she was spread eagle, naked, blindfold and trembling.
He turned the music on, not too loud; he liked to be able to hear the noises she made. She wasn't quiet. She moaned, groaned, whimpered and purred as he played with her. He liked those sounds, he liked a woman to both endure and enjoy what he did to her, and he wanted to know that she was both enduring and enjoying. He used his cane, crop and floggers all over her. She much preferred him using all these toys on her bottom and back, but she was face up and she did her best to endure.
She felt him sit on the bed next to her and begin to run his hands over her body. Then she felt him sit on the other side of the bed next to her. No, that was not possible, he hadn't got up from the first side. What...? How ...?
His hands were still exploring her, and then she realised as she felt another pair of hands rolling her breasts and squeezing them. Two men ....?
It could have been another woman of course, but she didn't think so as the second pair of hands were too large and rough to be a woman's. This had to be two men. She was excited and terrified all at once. He knew that she wanted this but was scared to mention it; he knew that she would enjoy the experience, but he also knew that she would be nervous.
