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.
You feel her hands on your upper thighs now and she slowly but purposefully pushes your legs apart and slides her hands to your inner thighs and down your legs to your ankles. She ties another silken rope to each ankle and you feel a pull as they are lashed to the bed posts. She grasps your ankles firmly and releases moving her hands up and away and leaving only her finger tips touching your skin. She holds.
And then slowly, almost ticklishly, slides them up your legs, over your thighs and closer to where you want her. But she stops just short and caresses one finger down one side of your panties, pulling them away from your wetness and then up the other side. Brushing your now swollen and sensitive lips as she does this. You squirm at her touch, lavishing in the first touch that you have received there all week.
You feel the bed shake slightly as her presence looms over you. "Have you done as he has asked all week my pet?" You nod and bite your lip. "Good." She moves her head down and kisses your neck, sucks slightly, and parts her lips allowing her tongue to caress your skin. She continues licking, biting and sucking her way down to your collar bone, over your collar bone and down to the spot between your breasts. She stops. You wore a corset with laces in the front, perfect for the occasion. She slowly unlaces it, freeing your breath and the little support it gave your your breasts. They fall free, even more exposed to the colder air. They become harder than they were already. She pulls her laced knee up between your legs pushing up father, as hard as she can to rub against your sex. She begins to grind it into you.
Under your blindfold, your eyes close and your head tips, your chest heaves upward, trying to place every pressure you can against that hard and joyous knee. That sexy, soft know.
She grips your right breast and squeezes it, holding it firm and then letting it slowly slip away until she is only holding your nipple. She rolls it between her fingers. Harder. Pinching. Verging on painful. She drops her head and takes your nipple in her mouth, sucking on it to relieve you before the pain comes again. In building cycles. And then both nipples. Alternately biting, pinching, licking and kissing. And continuing her circular motions with her knee.
You pull at your restraints attempting to make more contact with her tongue, but to no avail, the ropes allow almost no movement. She continues torturing you with her mouth. A guttural a guttural moan escapes your lips. She lifts. Leaving you exposed again. Where did she go?
