You awake damp and warm from last night's conversation. It has been two and a half weeks since we have been together. And though we have chatted every day, it is not the same. You long for my touch, and for my tongue against your sweet pussy. To make matters worse, for four nights, I have brought you to the brink of orgasm, just to leave you there.
We have been spending time like this for a while, 3 weeks apart, one together. It is a long distance relationship, and we have been working hard to keep it fresh. I have constructed rules that tighten my grip on you, monitor you every day. It is good, but not the same.
You go to the computer to let me know you are awake. It is waiting there for you, my email beginning your next torture, but you do not see it. You wake, going about your routine. You prepare for your exercises, IMing me that you are beginning, and again your mouse brushes up against your next torture, but you do not know. You glance at the cam, wondering if I am watching...
Your exercises go well, and you feel good, refreshed. You get your breakfast and sit down to look at your email. You look for mail from me, eager to hear my greeting. There is one there. The subject is "Instructions". you open it. It is very simple.
Slave
You will not hear from me until tomorrow night. Be at the West Side Hotel at precisely 6pm. There will be an envelope at the Front Desk for you. Until then follow all your rules.
Master
That is all that the email contains. You know the West Side, it is a nice, upscale place. A thousand questions race through your mind, but you know it is useless to ask. Your pussy throbs.
You follow your routine, texting me as ordered when you leave for work, but you cannot get the email out of your mind.
Time goes slowly. A conference call that you cannot concentrate on. Reports that must be done. You wanted to inspect 5 rooms today, but you just stood in the middle of the room and stared. Finally it is the evening, and you climb the stairs to your room. You strip off your shirt, and rush to the computer, hoping that there is some clue in an email to let you know what is up. There is none.
You wonder what to pack, what to wear. But I gave you no instructions, so you decide to bring nothing.
You try to play poker, but loose terribly, your pussy throbs and you know that you cannot play with it... You map out where the Holiday Inn is, and how long it will take to get there... Finally, it is late enough and you go to bed. You have trouble sleeping but when you do, you can feel my hands on your body, my tongue softly licking you.
You awake early. Each hour is a year in the morning, two years in the afternoon. You dread that some major emergency might creep up, and keep you from me. The hours drag on, and finally you leave , and hour early.
You drive to the hotel, finding a parking space in the shade. You wait. I told you precisely at 6, and you dare not be early or late. Finally, it is time, and you enter the lobby.
The front desk clerk gives you a smile as she hands you the envelope. Inside you find a key card, and a note.
Slave
Sit in the lobby, in the chair nearest the front door. Speak to no one, read nothing. At precisely 6:45, enter room 322. On the bed will be an envelope. Follow those instructions.
Master
You follow the instructions, and soon you realize why this seat. There is little to look at, and your mind is forced to think about what is to come. Why am I here, and what have I got planned. You shiver in anticipation. Finally, it is time.
You enter the room at precisely 6:45. You look around, and find many candles burning. There is music playing, just a little softy. You see the whirlpool, and the bed. There is an envelope.
Slave.
Strip naked. Put on the blindfold and lay on the bed with your arms and legs spread wide.
Master
You glance around the dim room, hoping to see me there, smiling at you. But I am no where to be seen. You realize that I could be down in the bar, shooting tequila, for all you know. You do as instructed, and lay there without moving.
You listen to the music, trying to keep track of time... First one song, then another, a third. You relax, peaceful. What ever is to come, you could not avoid it.
Without warning, you feel a rope twined around you left wrist. Quickly, gently, it is tied, and after a pause, the next wrist is tied. You feel my hands draw your legs further spread, and you feel them being bound. You recognize my touch, and you realize I was there in the room al along. The volume on the music reduces, and you realize that I could have been right next to you all along, and you would not have heard me.