We met online through a fetish site, and enjoyed each other's company there, playing sexually from time to time as I traveled in my sales position and had evenings free in hotel rooms. I was happily married in all things but sex. She clearly wanted vanilla for the rest of her life, I was an explorer by nature.
I knew when I made the decision to fly in and out of Burlington on my next business trip that the main reason I was doing so was in hopes of meeting you. I had been looking for a while for a trip when I could excuse such a move with my wife and business associates, and I'd finally found it. I would set it up so that I could stay in a hotel in Burlington upon my return, without it being known. I would use points to reserve the room... the only way I could be free of scrutiny.
I chose the Hilton and reserved a King, hoping that it might prove useful to you, and if not knowing I would be there masturbating and teasing myself furiously wishing that you were there. I did this hoping that when I told you I had, you would agree to meet me. Perhaps for coffee, perhaps in a bar, but in some way so that you could safely and discreetly check me out.
The time had come. We were meeting as you requested, in the early evening, at a coffee shop you seldom went to, but could explain away as a "work thing" if necessary. I arrived before you and sat at a corner table from which I could see the door. You arrived exactly on time, just as my excitement was peaking, my heart was pounding, hands perspiring and cock gently tumescent. Our eyes make contact, I smile and tilt my head to the side, delighted to see your smile in return. I like what I see, and a surge flows through me. My heart pounds for a moment, my face flushes, and I feel a pleasant surge in my crotch. "God, I hope she'll have me" I think. "I so want to submit to her, to be her plaything tonight."
Ignoring me for a moment, you go to the counter and order something and I become momentarily insecure, wondering if I have mistaken someone for you. But with your coffee in hand you walk over to me looking me directly in the eye. I sense your power and confidence, and I am the first to break eye contact.
"Bill?" you ask as I stand and reach my hand out. I smile with relief tinges with racing desire, gently shaking your hand as you sit and I follow. You are immediate and direct:
"Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, absolutely." I reply.
"Good. So do I." You reply. "Are you ready to submit to me? Now?"
"I already have," I reply, and so wish to continue doing so."
You chuckle quietly and say that you are not surprised.
"Give me your room key." You demand, and I fish it from my pocket, handing it over immediately and obediently. "Good boy." You say. "And your room Number?"
"432" I say.
"Go there. Now. Strip naked and lay face down on the bed with your arms spread above your head and your legs spread wide. Like in the photo you sent me. I will arrive shortly. When you hear the door open, you are not to look up to assure yourself it is me. You are to lay there and not move or speak unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?" you ask in a kind but firm voice.
I so want to please you, and am thrilled with your instructions, even though I know that it could be you or anyone who enters the room. I simply and calmly state a quiet "Yes Mistress and immediately stand up and leave.
I go right to the hotel, Identify myself at the front desk and get a second key as I "left mine in the room" and head on up. I turn the heat up a bit and quickly strip as you directed, immediately laying on the bed with a raging erection. I wonder how long it will be. I wonder if you will ever come at all. I wonder if you will be alone. I wonder if you will send someone else. I am nervous.
I lay there about five minutes, although it feels longer. My erection has left me, but it keeps coming back and leaving again as I imagine what might happen.
