He agreed to send a text when he got there. The message duly arrived as I was driving. I pulled over and read it. Short and sweet, the five words read, "I'm here, do you consent?" I quickly type a reply indicating my current location and answering the question with a yes.
I didn't know what I was consenting to, but I was willing to try anything with him. He has a vivid imagination as do I and mine is running riot. I start off my journey again, as I drive I think about what he might have planned. Has he been shopping for some new toys or has he found some other phallic items? Perhaps he was going to be experimental with my current selection of toys. I quickly glance over at my hand luggage for reassurance that I have my toy bag.
It is amazing how allowing your imagination to use it's free spirit, can be such a turn on. I had a tingling sensation between my legs and could feel a dampness caused by the thoughts I was having. This was so pleasurable. My face was full of colour, I was glowing and I hadn't even seen him today yet alone had the opportunity of experiencing his body and all that it offered.
I arrived at the hotel, checked myself in, took my key and made my way up to the room. My suitcase bumped over the door thresholds. I heard a buzzing noise coming from my hand luggage which was precariously balanced on my case. One of my toys had turned itself on. I chuckled to myself and thought how I might get to use this toy on this occasion.
I got to the room, opened the door and entered. As I pulled my case into the room, the door closed to. His case was sitting neatly on the rack. I glanced around the room. Sitting on the cabinet next to what would be my side of the bed, were several items. There was our blue toy, ooh how good that was at prolonging orgasms. There was the mini feather duster, for gentle caressing of the soft areas of skin; its silky feeling is very sensuous. There was a bottle of heat lubricant and some condoms. One of the condoms was open.........
A zing went through me. I couldn't see him in the room but he wasn't far away. If he was wearing the missing condom, I was not in for vaginal sex. I was going to be humiliated and punished. I was already feeling wet through and pretty desperate to have his penis inside me. I bent down to reach my hand luggage and retrieved the noisy vibrator. It was asking to be used and I lifted my skirt, pulled my knickers aside and forced the vibrator into my wet vagina. I closed my eyes and leant against the dressing table, slowly moving the vibrator inside me and feeling it catch the clitoris.
Suddenly arms were around me and a hand was over my mouth. I remained bent over and he had moved one of his palms to be flat on my back with a slight downward pressure. He was keeping me in this position. Five words were uttered by him. "I've got you a present". He removed his hand from my mouth and gently rubbed his finger around my lips. It felt very sensuous and I opened my mouth wider to give a greater surface area to accept this pleasure. As I opened my mouth wider, I felt a bar being placed between my teeth. I now knew what my present was.
He tied the leather straps of the gag, behind my head. I froze, goose pimples appearing on my arms. This was moving up a gear. I started to fantasize as to why he had bought this for me. I could be pretty noisy when reaching a peak and having an orgasm. Was this his way of telling me that he intended keeping me at a climax for some time and that other guests may want some sleep?