Confessions Of A Slave Girl Pt 06 1

The sharp tug to the hook in her nose caused Ali to moan loudly. Her teeth bit down on the rubber wrapped ring jammed between her teeth and the young woman's tongue lolled out, spilling more drool down her chin to patter on the hallway floor of the hotel. Then a swish and a sharp CRACK as the riding crop smacked her right ass cheek, drawing another squeal from her. "Don't slow down bitch, not unless you want to be seen," the voice behind her said and once more Ali struggled to speed up, but it was hard to do when her arms and legs had both been folded and locked into place so that she was forced to crawl on her elbows and knees.

It certainly didn't help that every time she seemed to be picking up speed Mistress Kat would tug on the nose hook, stopping her and forcing the whole process to start over again. A light tinkling of bells sounded in her ears and the tug on her nipples reminded her that the belled clamps were still firmly attached. Thankfully those at least were rubber tipped alligator clamps and not the crueler clovers her Mistress had placed on her earlier, these ones did not tighten with every movement.

Another slap to the ass, her Mistress's voice sounding behind her. "Perhaps you need further encouragement slut?" Ali let out a plaintive moan but there was no slack from the hook to allow her to shake her head and once more the vibrations started in Ali's cunt and ass. She moaned loudly, her body trembling as she almost fell over. The tail plug brushing against her ass cheeks and the vibrating dildo were lodged firmly into their respective holes and kept in place with a steel chastity belt.

More drool fell as Ali tried to take a stumbling step forward. "Come now pet we aren't even half finished with our walkie, you need to impress me more than this." Ali let out a loud whimper, her body trembling as her need to cum began to overwhelm her. She almost fell forward as the orgasm began to tear through her.

The alarm went off on her bedside table and Ali's eyes shot open, one hand was at her crotch, pressing at it, feeling the knotted rope against her fingers, she let out a loud frustrated moan as she took her hand away, it was already covered in her juices. "So close, in the dream she had been so close, but even there Mistress Kat dominated her life and Ali couldn't achieve orgasm. Kicking her blankets off revealed her pussy, puffy and red from need, the crotch rope bound tight against it, splitting her cunt lips in half, just moving to get out of bed, brought pathetic whimpers to her lips and her whole body twitched. The last two days had been hell and Ali had barely been able to concentrate at work, when she was at home it was even worse, because she would still have at two edging sessions and still, she would not be able to cum.

Standing Ali shuffled toward her laptop and was surprised to see that Mistress Kat was online already. Sitting down drew a hiss from the young woman as the knots rubbed against her clit and slit and pressed into her asshole. "Good Morning Mistress," she typed out.

"Good morning slut, did you sleep well, do you need to cum?"

"Yes Mistress please may I cum!!!!"

"NO!" The answer was firm final and Ali bit her lower lip in frustration, knowing it was no good to argue with the other woman. "Listen closely pet, Im about to board my flight and will be landing in three or four hours. I expect for you to knock on my hotel room door at exactly 5 PM, do you remember which hotel and room number?"

"Yes Mistress, I do."

"Very good, I want to spend as much time with you as possible. Were you able to arrange the next week off?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent, I will of course be working in the mornings, going to meetings and such but my afternoons and evenings will be free all for you and of course while Im at work Im sure I can find ways to keep you...occupied. Now get ready and pack. I will contact you when the plain lands." Then the other woman was gone and Ali was left to sit in her frustration, twitching and jerking at the pull of the rope, it had been so cruel of her Mistress to order her to keep it on.

Standing Ali shuffled to her bathroom, this was the only place the crotch rope was allowed to come off, when she showered or used the restroom, still even untying it and draping it on her sink as she stepped into her shower didn't give her much relief. Her cunt still ached for attention, Mistress Kat had been right when she had told her that an afternoon would be nothing in comparison to the two days, she shuddered to think what a week would be like, unable to cum and wearing that thing, anything beyond that was too bafflingly cruel to consider.

As the hot water ran down her body Ali leaned against the wall, small twitches wracked her body when too much stimulation touched her pussy and she bit her lower lip once more, suppressing several groans. When her shower was over she stepped out and took her towel to dry off, having to wipe gingerly around her crotch so as not to stimulate herself too horribly. Then she had to put the rope back on, it bit into her skin as she pulled it tight around her knowing her Mistress would inspect it that night and would not be pleased if she found Ali had been lax in its application.

Walking gingerly to her room she began to back, only billowy skirts and tight blouses as Kat had commanded, no underwear and no bras. She also packed the toys she had attained as well, though it was a rather small collection, her leather hood being the prized piece. It hadn't taken long to get all of her stuff packed together so still naked Ali went out to her kitchen to cook something to eat. As she walked it sort of struck her that in less than a week she had grown completely accustomed to walking around her apartment almost completely naked. It had been a transition that had come to make sense. Whenever she was home Kat had control of her and her Mistress wanted access to her holes though she was still no more than text on a screen.

Picking up her phone as she cooked some eggs and hash browns Ali texted the one really true friend she had, though they never really saw much of each other. Georgette had been her friend since high school, having come out at Ali's recommendation to study. During their time as teenagers they had shared nearly everything with each other...though her friend knew nothing of Ali's kinky and submissive nature. Even in her closest non familial relationship there was that secret. Still Georgette knew about Kat, or at least that Ali had been chatting with a woman named Kat and that they were going to meet for the first time.

Ali wasn't a fool. She knew that Kat could be anyone on the other end of that computer. So Georgette would be waiting in the lobby of the hotel. Ali would text her to let her know if Kat was who she said she was and that it was ok to leave, but she would also contact the police if Ali didn't text her on her last day with Kat to make let her know that she was all right. The young woman wanted to trust the online Mistress but trust needed to be earned.

After breakfast there wasn't much left to do but wait. Over the last two days of messages Mistress Kat had told her not to worry about paying for anything, while they were together her Mistress would handle all the expenses, that made Ali wonder what plans the older woman had in store for them which just made her more excited. A feeling of pleasure rushed through her and she let out a long low moan before she paused, realizing that she had been rubbing her slit unconsciously.

Reluctantly pulling her hand away she licked her fingers clean then began doing the dishes, making sure there would be no nasty surprises in her sink when she got home. One her kitchen was clean she shrugged and went to her living room to watch some TV until it was time to go but it wasn't long until she was drifting off again, stirred back from semi consciousness only when her phone beeped at her, a message from Kat. She had landed.

Getting up Ali stretched, a bit mistake as it pulled the knots into her most sensitive places. Letting out a shaking breath she moved back to her bedroom and dressed before grabbing her suitcase. Locking her door she moved to her car and made the drive to the hotel. Her mouth almost dropped open when she saw it. The place was one of those ritzy five star plus luxury resorts. Parking in the area designated for visitors of guests she got out and moved toward the lobby.

Entering she couldn't help but look around, staring, it was like some grand ballroom. It wasn't until a hand touched her shoulder, causing her to jump that she broke out of her trance. Spinning around, careful to keep a hand on her skirt so it wouldn't fly upshe was met by the cloudy blue eyes of Georgette. The other woman was taller, at least by Ali's standard at five foot ten inches, her brown hair was cut short, not quite a pixie and styled messily, but it looked good on her.

They hugged and Ali felt Georgette jump in surprise herself. "Ali...your not wearing a bra," the taller woman whispered.

Ali felt her face heat up in embarrassment. "S-So what if Im not!" she hissed back defensively.

Georgette was younger by a year but because of her being taller Ali always felt like the younger one. The taller woman pulled away, her hands on Ali's shoulders as she examined her best friend and a light of understanding shone in her eyes. "Your serious about this woman aren't you."

Her face was almost as red as her hair now as she bit her lip and nodded quickly. Her eyes flicked up, expecting to see frustration or disappointment, instead Georgette wore a smile, not a broad, goofy grin or anything like that, a small smile, but still warm and full of all the love she had for her friend. "Good for you, I hope it goes just how you want it."

Ali had to let out a nervous giggle at that, if only her friend actually knew what she wanted. "Georgie," she saw her friend grimace at the nickname, she hated it and didn't much care for her name either but had been named after her grandmother. "I...Thank you...for...for coming..."

Her friend pulled her into another hug. "Hey that's what Im here for, now go meet this woman and have a wonderful time, I'll wait for your text." She kissed Ali's forehead then went to go have a seat.

As she watched her friend walk away Ali couldn't help but feel a little guilty, it was her fault she and Georgette rarely saw each other. Ali had been a grade ahead and had moved out here ahead of Georgie, and in that year had grown used to being on her own, the solitude had fed into her shy nature and now she was going to spend more time with a virtual stranger than she had with her best friend in over two months.

With a sigh Ali promised to rectify that, then picked up her suitcase and headed to the elevator, it was almost five o'clock and Kat was in the penthouse on the top floor. To her relief no one else entered the elevator with her and she made no stops on her way up. The whole way up she was trembling, sweating a little, her heart hammering in her chest. She was doing this, she was actually doing it, meeting a woman who wanted to dominate her, control her, own her.

A small squeak escaped her lips as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, to her surprise it opened up on a small sitting area, there was only one door on the opposite side from the elevator, it was marked: PENTHOUSE. Taking a shuddering breath Ali stepped out of the elevator and moved slowly toward the door, her heart still thudding away. Stopping right in front of it she raised a trembling hand but paused. She could turn around, go back home, disconnect from the chat, she didn't have to see Mistress Kat, didn't have to do any of this. Then what? A little voice inside her asked. Go back to your boring, isolated existence with nothing to live for except dreams you know will just stay dreams?

Straightening up Ali steeled herself and knocked firmly on the door. A long quiet pause. Then the door opened. "Hello pet, Ive been dying to meet you." A warm sensual voice answered.