The second that Kate landed at JFK, she checked her phone to let Michael know she'd arrived. She was hoping that he'd quickly start planning their next night together. And he delivered, as he always did, on queue.
"Thursday night of this week is looking promising. Are you staying in the city for work that evening, Kate?" Michael texted.
She knew that this was a minor smokescreen. If it meant spending the night with him, of course she had to "stay in the city for work" that evening.
"As it turns out, in fact, yes. I've got late meetings scheduled for Thursday and an early meeting on Friday." Kate replied.
Kate had just come back from a work-related conference in Athens and, truth be told, she had no idea what her work schedule was like this particular week. But if it meant being with Michael, it fit her schedule.
"Wonderful, my love. I look forward to seeing your radiant smile."
Kate's affair with Michael had been going on for several months now, yet she was as infatuated with him now as ever. Her body trembled a splash upon seeing this last text. She would be with her lover in just a few nights. And nothing else mattered.
...
"In the bloody airport?! Really, Kate. In the bloody terminal??! Do go on!" Molly beamed through the phone.
It was Tuesday evening and Kate was at home, telling her good friend Molly all of the details about her most recent sexual escapades with Michael.
Molly and Kate had been friends since meeting at university a few decades prior. Molly was always more than happy to engage in naughty talk. And, importantly, Michael emerged on the scene in the first place because he was connected with Molly's current beaux, James. In a way, Molly had helped set Kate up with Michael. And Kate could not have been more appreciative.
A close confidante of Kate's for years, Molly knew how lifeless Kate's romantic life had become. Kate deserved better. And Molly was thrilled with how things were going with Michael.
"Really, Kate, in the bloody Captain's Club for Virgin Atlantic? You do realize this makes you an all-out whore, don't you, love?" she gently quipped. "Go on!"
Kate revealed each and every detail of her most recent naughty escapade with Michael. Kate found herself alone in the business room of the Captain's Club−with the door left fully unlocked. Via FaceTime, Michael had commanded Kate to not lock the door. But, rather, to strip and sit on the "slut chair" like a good little slut.
"That is so fucking hot, Kate! My goodness!"
Kate described the package that Michael had delivered and hidden in the desk. A long diamond necklace and a huge dildo.
"So hot, Kate. Did he ask you to suck on it? Do continue."
Kate described how she melted upon holding the necklace. And how she heated up the second that she got that dildo in her hand. Kate described how she sucked it while looking into his eyes and gently rubbing her clit. All resulting in a massive orgasm that waved across her entire body.
"Sorry, Kate, but I am going to have to go up to my room and 'powder my nose' after hearing all that! We will talk soon, love. Tara!"
Kate enjoyed recounting these episodes for Molly, perhaps as much as Molly seemed to enjoy listening to them.
After the conversation ended, Kate, sitting on a chair in her bedroom, looked around and realized that no one else was upstairs. She found herself rubbing the inside of her upper thighs together. Slowly at first. Then increasing in speed. In less than one minute, Kate had achieved climax. Thoughts of Michael simmered through her mind on a regular basis these days.
My goodness, Kate thought. If that's how good it feels to simply recount her experiences with Michael, she was likely in for a truly passionate night on Thursday. The anticipation was palpable.
...
"I'll be in the city late and have an early meeting tomorrow so I'll be staying over," Kate announced on Thursday morning to her husband and kids as they sat around the kitchen. They were all inhaling bowls of cereal and looking intently at their iPhones. Welcome to America, Kate thought.
...
A lifelong New Yorker, Kate had never eaten at the Waldorf Astoria. So she was thrilled when Michael let her know that they had dinner reservations at the Waldorf at eight. Perfect.
After a long work day, Kate opened her overnight bag in her office. It was 6:30 and everyone else had gone for the day. Kate had purchased a smart new dress. It was a rich magenta and the texture was beautifully silky. Low cut front and back. Kate changed into the dress right in her office, adding sexy black panties, bra, stockings, and heels to round things out. She looked in the mirror and was impressed with what she saw. Michael made her feel beautiful for the first time in years.
Next, Kate reached into a small zipped compartment on the inside of the bag. There, she found the enormous diamond ring that Michael had given her a few months ago. They called it her "princess ring," and it literally eclipsed her own wedding band. Good riddance, she thought.
In a beautiful box in that same compartment was the diamond necklace that Michael had recently added to her collection. She put it on. It must have cost as much as a Volkswagen. She could not believe how sexy it made her feel. And look. She touched up her makeup, with dark accents around her eyes and a naughty magenta lip gloss to match her dress. She fluffed her hair and looked in the mirror, seeing the most beautiful version of herself that she'd ever seen. She smiled, feeling truly loved. And alive.
...
Dinner at the Waldorf was every bit as wonderful as she'd hoped. But the part that she'd really enjoyed was holding Michael's hand on the walk back to his hotel. Michael was dressed in a black suit with a black tie. His clean-cut face beamed through the streets of New York. And every time he spoke, Kate could see women all around melting slightly. His hand was strong, firm, and reassuring. She could hold his hand forever.
When they got to the Marriott, they went straight to the elevators. They'd each had a few drinks over dinner, and there was no need to hit up the bar. They were clearly passionately in love with one another and neither needed alcohol to prepare for romance with the other.
The suite was bright and impressive as ever. A classical concerto was playing on the sound system and everything seemed exactly right, as was usually the case with Michael.
"I've got something for you in the bedroom, Kate. Can you please go ahead in there? I will meet you there." Michael said.
Of course Kate would go into the bedroom. She was so incredibly in love with Michael that she would do anything for him right now. Absolutely anything. Little did Kate know, that the bounds of "anything" were about to be pushed in her world.
...
The room was tidy and empty, with a small, hand-written red note on the bed.
It said this: Disrobe, Kate, fully. And please put on the outfit that you'll find in the top drawer.
Before disrobing, Kate took a peek at the outfit. She was more than a little curious. Holy shit−it's another slave outfit. She started breathing rapidly. The last time that Michael had her wear one of these, it was perhaps the wildest sex of her life. She could not wait to put it on and assume the position for Michael. She could feel warm tingles emanating from her pussy. This was going to be a memorable night.
...
The slave outfit was purely sinful. And Michael had it so that it fit Kate's buxom form like a glove on a hand. The black leather mask for this particular slave outfit had holes for the nose and mouth. But no holes for the eyes or ears. And its nature totally would erase the fullness of Kate's hair. This was a naughty look, to be sure.
The remainder of the outfit was essentially a black leather full body stocking, with ample-sized holes cut in all the right places. Kate felt fully alive putting on the body component. Before putting on the mask, she looked in the mirror and simply loved what she saw. A vibrant, buxom, mature Catwoman, she thought.
Then, dutifully, she put on the mask. It was lights out. And she knew the drill. She laid on the bed, belly down, waiting for Michael. Her pussy got wetter and wetter with each second that she laid there.
After an honest half hour, the door opened.
"I see that you are ready to my bidding. That is a good little slut. Before we get started, let me lay down some ground rules for tonight. Until I tell you otherwise, you are not Kate. You are 'Slave.' And I am not Michael. I am 'Master.' And you will do as I say. Do you understand, Slave?"
Surrendering fully to Michael's desires is all that she wanted in life these days as far as she could tell. Having her put so explicitly in the subordinate role of slave seemed like Heaven to her. And Michael was her master, so this would be no problem.
"Whatever you want, Master. Anything. Anything at all."
"That's a good little cunt, now. I'll be back."
Master left the room.
...
It must have been five minutes that he was gone. Slave lay there bursting with excitement. She felt pangs of ecstasy throughout her body. She was fully looking forward to what was next.
The door opened.
"Slave. You have been a bad girl and you need to be tied up like an animal to teach you a lesson."
With these words, Master methodically connected Slave's wrists and ankles to one another such that her arms were fixed behind her back and her ankles were stuck in a position slightly above her ass. She couldn't move. And she loved it.
"You will do anything, Slave. Anything I ask."
Slave said nothing, but lay there yearning for Michael's cock.
Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone else in the room. Oh no. Slave was not expecting that this time. While the three-ways that Michael had arranged in the past had, at the end of the day, been simply blissful, they always made Slave a bit nervous at first. She trembled with anxious energy. And Master could tell.
"Slave, you remember my business partner, yeah? What a gentleman he is, right? Well he is here working with me on this project in New York. That's OK, right Slave?"
