The day had finally arrived when I could go play with Sir D again and it dawned sunny without a cloud in the sky. I woke up to my alarm beeping across the room and I staggered a bit to go turn it off. There were 2 messages on my phone, one a Facebook notification and the other from Sir.
"Good morning. :) " it said. I smiled through my sleepy haze and wiped my eyes.
I texted back "Good morning Sir" and went to go make my morning tea.
The phone chimed again. "I hope you are ready for today. I have some new things I want to try." it said.
"Ooooh, like what?" I rapidly texted, my curiosity piqued.
"I'm not telling! It wouldn't be any fun if you knew what was happening. LOL ;)." Awww, I thought.
He texted rapidly again. "Have you been a good girl and not touched yourself?"
I paused a moment. That was definitely the tough part of our agreement...from the time he orders me to not touch myself until I can see him again usually runs several days. It drives me crazy.
"Yes Sir. I haven't touched myself at all." I texted back. I knew better than to lie to him.
"Good girl. I have a reward for you then. I will send a cab to pick you up."
"Ehm, ok." I grinned. If he didn't want to tell me, no amount of wheedling on my part was going to make him spill anything.
The kettle whistled on the stove. I poured the hot water into my favorite mug, inhaled the scent of spicy chai tea and my phone chimed again.
"Be sure to bring your toybag. I also want you in a sundress with your hair down or in a ponytail."
"Yes Sir. ;)" I turned on the tv for some noise.
An hour later, my tea was gone and I was showered and in a brightly colored dress. I decided on a ponytail because my hair wasn't cooperating. "Stupid frizz" I mumbled. Some days I hated having curly hair. Sure, it was thick enough for grabbing and twisting, but I couldn't wear any of those sleek styles I liked. Gotta trade off somewhere, I shrugged.
I grabbed my toybag and set it by the door, then after thinking about it I decided to dab on some perfume oil; a little on the pulse points over my neck, decolletage' and wrists.
The phone rang. It was the cab. I turned the tv off, threw my shoes on, grabbed my purse and toybag and dashed out the door. I ran down the steps and was out the front gate to be greeted by a bright yellow cab.
I climbed in and greeted the cabbie. "So, where are we going?"
The driver said "The Ritz Blaise over on Main. I also gotta give you this." and he handed me a sealed envelope.
My eyes widened. The Ritz Blaise was one of the swankier hotels and definitely out of my budget when it came to vacations. The cabbie and I talked a bit about obscure architecture while I opened the envelope. Inside was a hotel key and a letter to take my things and go directly to room 1505 on the 5th floor, where I was to put my bag by the entrance, strip down, put on my collar and cuffs and kneel. I felt my pussy twitch in anticipation.
The cab arrived and I got out. The driver refused my fare, saying he'd already been paid, and drove off.
I went inside and was floored by the opulence of the marble, plush rugs, glass topped tables and paintings that decorated the foyer. I found the elevators and went up. My heart rate sped up once the doors closed. When they opened I nearly skipped out and rapidly walked down the hallway with my heart in my throat and my pussy throbbing.
I put the key in and opened the door, my breath catching as I said "Hello?" I went in and the room was a bit dim, but I could make out a single King bed with the covers pulled off. On the table next to it was an ice bucket with champagne, two glasses, several pillar candles, another dark bag and an assortment of thick ropes, artfully arranged and tied off in bundles for easy use. My breath caught in my throat again and I felt my pussy go slick.
I went back to the door and put my toybag down, pulled my collar and cuffs out then put my purse on the table and kicked off my sandals. I didn't know where Sir was but I figured it wouldn't do to waste time. The last couple of weeks had dragged by too slowly and given the heated emails between us, I felt he was looking forward to this as much as I was.
I couldn't get my dress off fast enough, but the cuffs always took a few minutes to put on. I was trying to buckle my collar into place when the door opened and my beloved Sir strolled in. I froze, taking in his posture and the twinkle in his eye. He looked intimidating in black jeans and black button-up shirt.
"You're not kneeling." was all he said before he grinned.
"Sorry Sir. You came in as I was still getting ready for you." I smiled apologetically.
"Oh, so it's my fault you're not ready?" he smiled again, raising an eyebrow before strolling quickly towards me.
I whimpered. "No."
He gripped my hair and spun me around, then put one hand on my throat and held me. "I guess I did come in a little soon. I know you would have followed my instructions to the letter." He buckled the collar in place, dipped his head to my neck and inhaled my scent deeply as he held me to him.
"Now kneel." he growled, pushing me down. "Keep your head turned to the wall and don't look".
I heard the sounds of buckles and ropes and some movement on the bed. I felt his arms under mine as he pulled me up to my feet.
"You know senses are heightened when one is taken away." He put a heavy blindfold on and buckled it snug. "Now turn and follow my lead."
He held my hands and led me to what felt like the side of the huge bed.
"Get on the bed and lay down on your back with your arms up." I did so and then felt him tie my wrists together and pulled my hands above my head to the bed. There was a pause as I heard rustling of more rope being untied and hitting the carpet. I felt him grab my ankle and pull it wide to one side, wrap it several times to make a cuff around my ankle and pulled it taut, then repeated the same with the other side so my legs were spread wide.
"Feeling vulnerable yet?" he asked.
I smiled. "Well yes."
"Oh good. I like it when you're vulnerable."
