You arrive at the door and quickly scan the hallway of the hotel. You're here. Breathe.
Room 367...there it is; the number he gave you in the email. Everything was as he wanted, you were completely shaven, wearing a black thong and garter, red heels, your corset nice and tight, all concealed underneath your coat. You knock hesitantly, and shift your feet nervously awaiting an answer.
As your legs push together you can feel the wetness between them. Not touching yourself all week has been a challenge, but it is what he wanted. Even as you long to, you find some pride in being able to do as he asked, even in the face of those amazing emails he sent you depicting things that would await you behind the three little numbers...367.
You hear the door unlock and it is opened slightly; "Come in my pet."
It is pitch black a mere second later as the door shuts behind you. Click.
Now a firmer whisper..."Stand still." She commands. You feel her presence circle behind you, boot heels clicking. Suddenly, she's behind you and she holds you by your forehead and ties a blindfold around you. It's tied firmly. You hear a light switch, your only clue that the room is now lit. You still see only black. It's comforting in some way. Liberating that you can't bear witness to your own embarrassment. You're inhibitions start to leave you with every deep, slow breath. For now.
"Take off your coat." You do as she asks and let it fall to the floor. You feel her presence in front of you now and you can feel a slight tug on your corset. You realize she wishes you to take her lead and as you feel the tug increase, you follow. Obedient. Scintillated.
You are stopped by a gentle hand on your face, caressing your cheek, and then a finger sliding along your lips. "You look better than I could have imagined pet. Black suits you very well."
You feel a hand slightly lift at your breast from underneath. She lets it fall and you sigh, anxious for more attention than she has given you so far. She puts her hands on your shoulders and slides what feels like the head of her riding crop from your shoulder down to your elbows, and back up to your neck. Taking your face in her hand, she kisses you gently. You respond, parting your lips so your tongues can meet.
The tingling between your legs grows but she pulled you away with her hand quickly, leaving your mouth agape and longing. You feel something soft and silky slip around your neck. And then a tug. Harder. The tugging on your neck beckons you to follow. She stops you after ten paces and leads you to sit on a bed.
"Give me your arms", he says as you feel her firmly grasp your wrists and lash a silken rope around them. She pushes gently against your shoulders, and leads you to lay on the bed. You feel a slight pulling against your wrists as the silk rope is tightened.