They were both members of the local BDSM group in the area they lived. They had known each other for about a year now. They were both married, but not to each other. There was a chemistry between them when they played as Dom and sub, but when they stepped out of those roles they were just friends, like everyone else in the club. They had been playing together at the local BDSM club for about a year now, but this was the first time that she had agreed to travel with him to an out of town club.
They had just arrived back at the hotel room for the night. They had decided to get one room with two beds to save a little money. They had both been naked in front of each other in different situations; they should have no inhibitions with each other. He loved “forcing” her to be naked and to do so many of the things that she secretly fantasized about during their “scenes”, but tonight, as he stuck the key in the door to the room, she felt a twinge of mixed anxiety and excitement deep in the pit of her stomach. This was the first time they would ever be totally alone together.
She was 31, standing almost 5’9” in the 4” black studded high heels she was wearing. She had long dark brown hair which she highlighted blonde. She had milky white skin, which was quite a contrast to the burgundy lipstick that matched her fingernails and toenails. She was dressed to kill in a burgundy corset and black leather miniskirt with fishnet stockings, all of which had been off in the hours before while they were playing at the club. He always required her totally naked during play.
She was married, but allowed to play out her fetishes and fantasies. One of her only rules was no sex or private play with married men whose spouses didn’t know. It was a fair enough rule, left the door open to all kinds of other possibilities.
He was quite tall, over 6’ at least and very handsome. He was 20 years older than her. She preferred older men. All of the older men she had known in the past made her feel so safe and secure, and had a maturity level that matched her own. Secretly, she had a thing for the “Daddy” role-play, but had never shared it with anyone she knew personally. Too many people she knew were turned off by that “taboo” subject matter. She found his very mischievous grin very alluring; part of her craved so much more of him. For the most part he was a mystery to her, he never really revealed too much about himself to her, and she never asked. She liked playing the ignorance card, but she did know he was married and his wife was not aware of his hobby.
He opened the door and she followed him into the room, putting the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door on the door handle. It was 1:30 am and they were both exhausted from the scene they did in the club.
“Are you going to shower?” she asked him as she pulled the laces loose from her corset. She walked over to him and raised her arms indicating to him that she needed his help pulling it off her.
“Yes, I think I will take a quick shower tonight.” He replied as he pulled her corset over her head.
“Ok,” she walked back to her bed, folded up the corset and placed it in her bag, then plopped onto her bed.
He started undoing his belt and she just watched him. He smiled down at her as he let his pants drop to his ankles. She looked him up and down; he looked so yummy to her. Suddenly she got up and walked over to him. She felt the need to remove his shirt for him. Silently she unbuttoned the top button, looking up to see what kind of expression he might have on his face.
Grinning, he said “Thank you.”
She blushed and looked back down continuing to the next button, and the next, until all the buttons were undone, then she slid her hands in his shirt and over his shoulders, down to his wrists. She then leaned her body up against him, buried her face into his bare chest and inhaled deeply. She loved the scent of a man. She just stood there for several moments, breathing in his scent. Catching herself thinking about crossing the line she had set about married men, she backed up, unbuttoned the cuffs of each of his sleeves and finished removing his shirt. She took it to the closet and hung it up. As she did, she caught a glimpse of his naked ass as he entered the bathroom and closed the door.
She went back to her bed put her right foot up on the bed and unbuckled the strap to her shoe and placed it in her bag, did the same with her left shoe. She then unzipped and slid her skirt down, bending all the way over at the waist as she lifted her feet out of it. Folding it neatly, she laid it in her bag on top of the corset. Unhooking the stockings from her garter straps, she brought each foot up on the bed one by one and slid them down her legs and off her feet. She didn’t understand why she had to do it in such a sexy manor, no one was watching, she just had to. It was her ritual every time she dressed up like this. She then slid her thong off too. Now, totally naked she slid between the sheets of her bed, turned off the lights and waited for him to finish with his shower. She really wanted a bath, especially after the intensity of the scene they had done earlier in the evening. Her body was exhausted and she wanted a nice long, relaxing soak.
She must have drifted off because the squeak of the bathroom door made her jump about as high as the ceiling and let out a little yelp. He walked by, a towel around his waist and turned on the light by his bed.
“My turn?” she asked blinking in the light.
“I didn’t know you wanted a shower too, you could have joined me.” He said with that grin.
“No Sir, I would much rather a nice quiet bath.” She responded with her own mischievous grin as she got up, grabbed a little box out of her bag and walked to the bathroom.
After closing the door, she opened her box, which had a couple of rose scented aromatherapy candles and a jar of bath salts, which had the same scent. She lit the candles and placed one on each end of the mirror so the light would reflect throughout the whole room, turned off the light and went and sat on the side of the tub. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and set the drain. She poured some of the bath salt in and swirled it around in the water until it completely dissolved. When the bath was full she turned off the water and stepped inside. She shivered as the hot water enveloped her body. Dipping her head under the water for a moment, she allowed the water to penetrate ever inch of her being. The steaming water coupled with the soft scent of the salt was very relaxing, just what she needed after the strain she allowed herself to be taken to during a scene.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been, she had dozed off, but it had been a while because the water had gone from nice and hot to lukewarm. His shadow above her startled her; she jumped and let out a little yelp again.
“SSHHHH” he held his finger up to his lips, “Its just me.” He had come in to check on her. Apparently she had been in there an hour and a half. He was still wearing the towel and now was sitting on the side of the tub.
“Kneel facing the wall there.” He directed her.
She turned facing the wall and got up on her knees. He got the ice bucket and filled it with water, put his fingers under her chin indicating to her to tilt her head back and poured the water over her hair. He then took the shampoo and lathered up her hair. She sat there in her half asleep state, enjoying the touch of his fingers in her hair. He massaged the shampoo all through her hair for several minutes. She caught herself slightly moaning with the pleasure of it.
Then he brought the lather from the shampoo down onto her shoulders and back. He massaged them for several minutes, whispering in her ear how he loved having such a brave little slut to play with, as he traced the lines of her welts from the cane and whips during there scene earlier.
When he ran out of lather from the shampoo he picked up the bar of soap and continued down her back to her ass. He traced and massaged all the welts and bruises there too, whispering to her to lean forward against the wall. She obeyed. The cool tile felt wonderful against her hot flushing cheek and breasts.
She then felt his knees on both sides of hers as he joined her. His hard cock rested in her ass crack as he enveloped her body in a deep hug. He began slightly grinding it against her backside as he kissed her neck and her shoulders whispering to her what a good girl she had been tonight and what pleasure she had given him in her submission. She found herself grinding back against him, moaning a little louder as the soap made a nice lubricant between both of there bodies. He began massaging her breasts, mauling them as he continued grinding against her backside. She could feel her abdomen and pussy beginning to burn as her moans continued to get louder and louder.
