This is part 2 to a series. Part 1 is Revival.
After spending an inordinate amount of time on my makeup, I'm mostly satisfied. How do you want me to appear? I want for you, to again be with the best-looking woman in the hotel.
Purple smoky eye, nude pink gloss, soft pink nails, freshly waxed pussy and wavy hair. I shimmy into a fitted, white dress and a pair of CL sandals. Slightly cooler weather calls for a trench.
In the rush, I forget something.
My Uber driver and I make idle small talk.
I don't want to talk, I simply want to sit in my own daydream and recall Revival. Courtesy is important.
"Are you doing something fun in DC?"
"Seeing a friend."
"Well, you look very nice. Must be a good friend?"
"Thank you and yes, a good friend."
Smiling under my mask, heart racing from excitement, anticipation and nervousness.
Another beautiful setting. I find you in the middle of the circle bar. Disappointed you did not see me walk in. Timing is everything. But I see you -- navy blazer, slacks, still tethered to your phone and presumably responsibilities.
I approach "Hi."
"Sit down and relax."
I order a drink and ramble about my day. Nerves. Scroll through a Teams chain -- work never stops.
You brush my hair aside and notice the lack of earrings. How perceptive.
We chat for a bit and as usual you decide when it is time to go.
Luggage gathered; we take the elevator, standing on opposite sides. Smiling coyly at each other.
Once inside the room, I happily hand you my purse. Surrendering control.
"I was going to just ask you for your phone, but this is better."
We kiss. My tongue finding yours. I press my breasts into you. Inhaling deeply. Your smell is neutral, no added scents. I'm already excited.
"You did not follow the one instruction I gave you."
On my knees when we are first alone. I even confirmed this the day before. You are correct, I neglected my one instruction. I toss my head back and laugh.
Instead of complying, I kiss you again.
You do not stop me.
"I like what you've done with your lashes, nails and the way you smell."
Do you notice that my eyes are a different color too?
Finally, I follow instruction.
Down on my knees, where I belong and reach for your pants.
You stop me.
"No. Hands behind your back."
I comply and smile up at you. Looking forward to whatever may come next.
A firm slap lands across my right cheek.
"But I don't think you forgot; I think you wanted to see what would happen if you didn't follow."
Partially true.
I wanted to kiss you. To gather our own anecdata. To press my body against yours.
Another slap lands on my left cheek.
I lose track the number of times you slap me.
It does not matter.
You enjoy hurting me and I enjoy it when you hurt me.
In this moment, I trust you and give you something only I can. My special magic.
"I have a present for you."
Why? Today is not a holiday, my birthday, or any other commemorative occasion.
Today is simply Monday.
You hand me a small envelope.
"It has a (drawn on) safety pin." (To keep it closed)
I open the envelope and find a card with a Goldfish.
Written inside -
"Y
Revival.
Celebrating you and the moment.
D"
Thoughtful of you to write this card. I enjoy giving and receiving handwritten things, which these days is mostly a lost art.
Now we can move on.
You hand me a standard size envelope.
"This is a big gift. Just say thank you or thank Daddy."
I'm content to put it aside and pull out your cock, but you open just the edge and show me.
I don't know the exact contents but whatever it is -- too much.
Even though you told me not to, I instinctively reply - (So disobedient today)
"It's too much."
"It is not. Your birthday is October? This is for your surgery, likely not the whole amount, clothes/lingerie afterwards."
I'm surprised you remember what month my birthday is.
"Thank you."
"I value politeness."
I do too.
With that out of the way you allow me to undo your belt, buttons, zipper and pull out your cock.
Is this the best present of all? You allowing me to make you happy.
No underwear again - do I look surprised this time?
I take you in my mouth, eagerly, hungrily. There is so much for me to suck and play with. I look up at you while using both my hands and my mouth to pleasure you. Hoping you know I love this particular moment - the beginning.
While I appreciate the gesture, I toss aside the pillow you put down so I can spread my legs for better access to you.
You open the closet door, find mirrors on each side and reposition me.
"This is what I want to see."
I'm so entranced with your cock in my mouth and in my hands, I forget to look.
"There are four of you."
Some would argue that is too many of me.
"Take off my pants - cuffs first."
I remove your shoes first. Something I learned from last time. Followed by your pants. Not perfect but you're always willing to go slow with me. You hand me a hanger and I place your pants on them. In addition, I store away your shoes. You readjust my hanging.
"Putting my shoes away was a nice touch, but you drooled on my pants and didn't do a great job hanging them up."
There is a wet patch on your pants. Oops. Another trip to the dry cleaners could be on your to-do list. As for the shoddy hanging job - some aspects of domestic life escape me.
"Crawl."
Not before you lift up my dress.
I crawl, slowly, over to the edge of the room. Doing my best to show off my ass. Hoping you do not notice what I forgot.
You join me and sit down on the couch. I kneel before you and take you again in my mouth. Your entire length in my mouth, your cock head ramming the back of my throat. I fight the urge to pull back and gag. You hold my head steady.
"Good girl, you can do it."
I surface for air.
"Take off my shirt."
More buttons. Long nails and buttons do not mix well. I persevere and succeed.
You are completely naked, and I am completely dressed.
"Stand up."
With one zipper pull, my dress falls away. For today, I purposely selected a garment that requires little effort to remove.
"High fashion" You muse.
This is the first time I have worn this dress, these heels. I wanted to curate a special look for you. Do you like it?
We return to the couch. You sit, I stand in front of you. Your hands touching my body.
"You have a beautiful body, but I am looking forward to seeing the new you."
The same words you used before my first surgery.
"Me too" I reply softly.
"A very you decision to make."
As usual, you are correct and this is a loaded statement.
1) Once I decide to do something, I will accomplish my goal by any means necessary.
2) One of my long-standing fantasies is to titty fuck. Us, in this exact same position but with your shaft between my lubed breasts and cock head in my mouth.
I pull out my forgotten earrings.
"I wondered where your earrings were. I like earrings, especially the dangly ones. Top or bottom hole?"
Are we still talking about earrings?
You carefully insert the posts into my holes.
"It's not going through."
"Just push harder."
Something comical yet intimate about this exchange.
As you continue to undress me, my body responds to your every touch. Your hands are warm, firm and steady.
You clamp my nipples with what appear to be laundry clips. They apply gentle pressure but are not painful.
"Nipple piercings would be sexy on you, clit hood too."
My nipples were pierced -- with barbells. Unfortunately, you never experienced them in person. The piercings did not fit in with a vanilla existence. Occasionally, I wish they were still a part of me but they are now merely a distant memory. (I don't even have a photo.) A clit hood piercing - what would that feel like? In a different life, I would pierce both, for you, if that is what you wanted.
You ask if I have any toys to show you.
I sashay over to my suitcase.
"I don't think I told you to walk."
You also did not tell me not to walk.
"I have a confession. I did not wear a plug."
Briefly considered inserting it in the Uber but decided against it.
"That is a good confession to make."
"And I forgot my biggest plug."
