Your heels click along the tiled marble floor of the foyer in a flash hotel in London as you head towards the lifts at the far side. As you walk, your mind flashes back to last week and to the sealed package that arrived at your home from me unexpectedly. You open it and find at the top a handwritten note, written on expensive cream paper from me. "Cally, Wednesday afternoon 2pm, Room 569, Shangri-La Hotel. Wear only the items in this box and nothing else. Do not be late. You are not allowed to cum between reading this note and entering the room. Callum"
You quickly lock your bedroom door and dash to open the box. You are to be on a business trip for three days in London next week and had anticipated it would be a dull few days going to museums. As a young, attractive woman, you are normally pestered by young and inexperienced boys looking for a quick handjob. You hadn't been looking forward to it but you know now that this trip will be different. This will be our third meeting and you know I will test and play with you and push you to new things. You feel the familiar tingling between your legs and start to slide your hand in to your panties to relieve yourself.
You stop as you remember the terms of my note, you are not allowed to cum. You know you could get away with it and I would never know, but our relationship is highly intimate and built on trust, so you stop. Over the last few months you have got used to masturbating daily as I tease you and mess with your mind, sending you filthy notes. You know you will struggle not to play with yourself and that the next week will be torture. You know me well enough by now to know that I will spend the week being even more suggestive than normal to build the tension inside of you higher.
You turn your attention back to the box, and unload the contents on to your desk. The first item is a slinky red velvet dress. You can see that it is expensive and will accenuate your curves perfectly. There is a pair of high heels with killer spikes that will complement the dress and highlight the muscles in your elegant calves. As you turn them over you see the red soles and purr contentedly - you like your shoes. For all that I love to abuse your body, I like to treat you too. You are special.
There are a pair of black sheer silk stockings, suspenders and a garter belt. You chuckle to yourself. For all that I am dangerous and different, I am still a typical male when it comes to stockings. You look for the other items of underwear but quickly realise there aren't any. I expect you to be naked beneath the dress. There is a small phial of Chanel for you as well to anoint yourself in all the places you know my tongue will be.
On the morning of our meet you attend a group meeting with your colleagues. You are distracted, can't focus and are already wet with anticipation. A colleague notices your distraction and asks if you are OK. You seize the opportunity to say you feel unwell and won't be attending the afternoon session. You say you will go back to the hotel you are all staying at.You smile inwardly as he has no idea of the slut you are actually going to become this afternoon.
You return to the hoteland prepare your body, taking a long hot shower, shaving your pussy and asshole smooth and completely hairless. You know how I like you. You dab your perfume on and put on the small amount of clothing I have allowed you. The dress is low cut revealing your large boobs. It is short as well and barely covers your modesty. You add some makeup, bright red lipstick and look at yourself in the mirror. You nod to yourself, knowing how good you look. Your dark hair and the red dress make you look so hot.
The air outside is cold and I have allowed you no coat. Your nipples react to the cold air and stick straight through the thin fabric of the dress. Fortunately a taxi arrives quickly and you jump in. On the journey you notice the driver is constantly glancing back at you looking at your body. You deliberately and slowly cross and uncross your legs a couple of times giving him a Basic Instinct style flash of your cunt. You giggle to yourself. You would never have done that before you met me.
You walk across the huge foyer of the hotel, heading towards the lift. The dress is so tight it is making your pussy lips squeeze together and making you even wetter. Your nipples are still pushing the fabric out. You see some businessmen stare at you, you wink at them as you walk by. They probably think you are a hooker and that fact makes you feel even sluttier than normal.
In the lift, the nerves start to kick in. That tension in the pit of your stomach that you get when coming to meet me. You don't know what is going to happen to you, although you trust me implicitly. You get to the room. You pause, adjust your hair, touch your lipstick up then knock on the door. It opens a few seconds later, as I look at you, nod in approval and gesture you to enter the room. The room is luxurious with floor to ceiling windows that sunlight is pouring in.
I take a glass of chilled champagne that is sitting nearby and lift it to your lips and feed it to you. You gulp it down quickly and I pour you another glass. I hand it to you and turn and sit down in a chair beside the bed. I pick up a remote and hit a button and some sensual music pours in to the room from the sound system filling the room with a rhythmic base line. I put the remote down, place my hands on the sides of the chair, sit back and stare at you.
You smile at me, you know exactly what I want. We have talked about this before. You know this is your chance to tease and be in charge for a while. It wont be for long so you need to take the opportunity while I am letting you. You drain the second glass of champagne and put the glass down. You walk slowly over to the chair moving with feline grace. You put your hands down on the arms of the chair, leaning over me so that your large breasts are in front of my face. You put your mouth to my ear, whisper "enjoy" and give my earlobe a single flick with your little pink tongue.
