He decided he might as well have a seat. He grabbed the door knob again and tried to turn it. He wondered for a minute if he should break it open. "Damn, how much would the hotel charge him for busting up the lock?" he wondered.
She was there behind the door; normally a thousand miles stood between them, an eternity, and now she was only three feet away. He thought of how hard they had worked, what all they had maneuvered for this time, how much they had prayed to the powers that be, just to have these two nights together.
He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He had dressed in his best suit. He thought of all his plans for tonight. Things weren't getting off to a good start. The Dom in him knew that he would have to punish her for this sometime this weekend and even though he was annoyed, a slow smile crossed his face.
He planned to have room service bring them a splendid meal and to treat her like the queen she was to him. He looked at the little dining table with the long stem roses in the center. He had put together a medley of all the love songs she had sent him all year. She was such a romantic, his little slut.
He planned to wine and dine her. Slow dance close with her and let her feel his desire for her. Stare into her eyes and let her know just how lovely he found her. Make her feel like she was the most desirable woman he had ever known and just how precious she was to him.
He wanted the first time he took her to be gentle and loving. He had all weekend to use her for his enjoyment and pleasure and he was going to take his time.
He tried again, in his most stern Dom voice.
"Celeste, Pet, open the door now."
She was crying, "I can't Sir. I just can't."
She had barricaded herself in there now for over an hour and nothing he said seemed to be making any difference. He knew she was afraid, excited, nervous and a host of other emotions all rolled up into one and it was making her act a bit "crazy".
"Did you follow my instructions to the letter about how you were to look when I entered the room tonight?"
No answer, just crying.
He had left her a hand written note at the front desk when she checked in along with a gift box. As usual he was very specific on how he wanted her to look when he arrived. He smiled thinking of how sexy she must look behind this damn bathroom door. His dick started to get hard again. He stroked his dick through his pants. He had a hard on for most of the day thinking about her and tonight.
He got up from the door and went over to the bar area and made himself a scotch on the rocks. This was going to be a long night and he was determined to be patient and in control but right now he needed a drink.
He thought about tricking her to make her come out. He knew that if he pretended he was leaving and let the door slam she would come out running, crying and yelling like a three year old being abandoned by their mother. Like most submissive humiliation, pain and pleasure were all intricately woven into her DNA but tricking her like that might be too much even for her.
If they hadn't moved heaven and earth for this weekend he would have left by now to teach her a lesson. He sat down in the leather desk chair and started to unwind while drinking his scotch. He began to reminisce on how they had started their virtual D/s relationship.
After reading several of her bdsm erotica stories she had posted on one of his favorite bdsm sites, he had reached out to her via email telling her how much he had enjoyed her writing. Inviting her to chat with him about her fantasies and desires. He had started slow, trying to connect to her on a higher level than just sex.
He found her refreshing and intelligent with a strong desire to explore her submissive inclinations. He had guided her skillfully and carefully until they had reached a point when they knew that the connection they felt was more than just a fleeting thrill. He wanted her, he needed her to be his and she had felt the same way that he had been what she had been searching for most of her adult life.
They both had long term vanilla marriages that had left a void in their souls and spirits but they were committed to them to the end. But together they made each other whole, alive and fulfilled. He had had subs before but this was her first time and up until now it had all been virtually. He chatted with her every day and they had carved out some "play time" twice a week due to her work schedule. It wasn't ideal but the distance had made it impossible for anything else.
He had been patient with her quest for knowledge. He answered all her questions about domination and submission. He talked to her about chat rooms and he warned her about imposters and scammers.
The more he earned her trust, the more they explored her blossoming sexuality. She was really naive about sex toys. He had helped her buy some toys and explained what they did and how they enhanced the sexual experience. Eventually he used them with her when they played.
They discovered that she was a painslut which really appealed to his slightly sadistic nature. He loved the fact that she was almost insatiable when it came to sex. She had been terrified about anal sex. He had started her slowly with lubrication and butt plugs and then graduated to dildos in her ass. She had come to love and even crave anal play, he told her she would.
He laughed when he thought of how afraid she was of him seeing her naked for the first time on their initial video conference. She said no one except her husband had seen her naked in over 30 years and that now he saw her through loving eyes.
The reason it was so funny is that he had commanded her to send him intimate pictures of different parts of her body and although it was humiliating to her, she had done it.
He told her he had seen enough to know what she would look like completely naked and what made her think he wouldn't see her through loving eyes.
