I arrived at the hotel as planned, my stomach swimming with anticipation. Should I be here? What am I doing? The questions repeating like a loop in my head. I'm dressed in what I was told...black heels, lace stockings held by an intricate garter, a dark black skirt ending just above my knee, a white blouse open just enough to hint at the black laced corset binding my breasts to my chest.
I open the door and head for the front desk. My face flushed, I do what I've been ordered to...pick up a key waiting for me and proceed to the 4th floor. As the elevator door opens and I reluctantly step in, I look up one last time at the exit. Should I leave? Its not too late...I don't know what awaits me on the fourth floor, but I know if I leave my master would be disappointed...and we couldn't have that now could we?
I pressed the button and the doors close. I rest my eyes, just for a moment, as if to mentally prepare for what I was about to do. Just as quickly, the door opens and spits me out at my final destination. What would he look like, I wondered? How would he use my body? Fear mixed with anticipation and my body began to flush, throb even as I proceeded down the hall. Quickly, the door stood before me...should I knock? I do. It goes unanswered, the second guessing continues whirling around in my brain. I placed the key in the door, the light blinks green an indication that its safe to go it...that I should go in. I take a deep breath and enter the room.
Black, no pitch black would be a better description. I enter trying to let my eyes catch up with the drastic change. I use my hand to scan the wall for a switch...a lamp...something to shed even just a hint of light. The first switch I come to has been taped down...my heart throbbing in my chest, my breathing becomes rapid...just before I turn to leave I feel him behind me...enveloping me with his presence, not his hands...not yet anyway...
Like he knew my actions before I did...he skillfully reached around in the dark and found my mouth with his finger. Before I could say a word he lovingly, yet forcefully held my lips together...a simple "Sshhh..." escaping his lips in my ear. The breath on my neck, the finger on my lips...all made my body quiver and I obeyed. Something soft...maybe satin or even silk brushed past my face...its final resting place over my eyes...blocking everything. I could feel him tying it firmly in place, I remained frozen waiting for something...a movement...a command....a touch.
I stood there for what seemed an eternity. I felt his hands wrap around my stomach and slowly move me to another spot in the room. He took his time, with each part of my body. Spreading each leg apart and placing them deliberately on the floor in their proper space. My hands were looped with a soft material and simultaneously were raised by what seemed an outside force. Panic struck my body, depriving me of sight was one thing...now I had nowhere to go. I pulled against the restraint in a frantic motion, each tug pinched the material closer to my wrist.
He continued to let me fight the ties, moving my legs, flailing my hair...gasping a little for air as I struggled. From behind he grabbed my chin, tenderly, but commanding holding my head in place looking straight forward. The blindfold still firmly tied behind my head. I felt is rock hard cock, through his pants and through my skirt. Its size was apparent, ranging from the top of my ass almost to its end. Its hardness caught me off guard, its presence and its power was undenied.
Once my head remained still, in his chosen position. He roughly grabbed my thighs, a hand smacked on each. His hands, moving like fluid restraints cascaded down my legs..forcing me to spread them wider and wider until he was satisfied. He slowly raised each foot off of the floor, careful to place the same style loop which bound my hands, to each ankle above my heel strap. Helplessness set in, a slight cry emanated from my mouth...worry filled my face and my body began to lightly shake. A restraint was placed in my mouth...soft enough for my teeth to sink in...yet big enough to accentuate my already full lips. A band wrapped around my cheeks and seem to extend tightly to the back of my head.
"Trust...sweet girl...is everything..." he said to me. I whimpered but nodded, trying to slow and calm my breathing. He seemed to be taking me in...the sight of me...tied and helpless, blinded, silenced...clothed, but exposed. My feet strained in my heals, my heavy bosom heaving from the tight bodice. My legs spread wide, my stockings and garter belt providing my only support. My lack of panties, was not only requested, but now in my mind I knew how deliberate it was.
The cold air and lack of friction allowed my clit, my lips, my whole core overall.. some unexpected freedom... Suddenly he pounced...like an animal with his prey...He was standing in front of me...deciding which part to start on first. I could hear is breath, a little faster than before...I felt his breath on my face...his head almost nuzzled in my neck, but he never satisfied me with a touch. He was inhaling hard...taking in my scent...he smelled my hair and my neck, I felt the tip of his nose trace a line down my chest and it stopped at the base of my tits. My heart almost pounding through the corset, he continued to slowly take in and learn my scent. As he worked his way down, I felt my shirt buttons...one by one releasing along the way.
He stopped...on his knees I imagined right in front of my displayed body and positioned his nose and mouth in front if my cunt. The skirts material couldn't stop his presence, his warmth...I moaned, begging to be touched. He rose and pressed his rock hard cock into my body...a constant reminder that he was there...of what was coming. My top was unbuttoned, but in a blinding rage he ripped the fabric from my arms..the corset remained, restraining me...pressing my breasts up in the air for my master's use...his next victim was my skirt.
He was slow with his hands. Unfastening the clasp, unzipping the side...I felt his strong hands grab the fabric and tear it from my body. There I was blindfolded, gaged, limbs tied and sprawled...corset holding my tits hostage...my long lace stockings and garter protecting my legs...but my ass and cunt were exposed. He grunted with approval...his hands busy studying the curves and clefts of my body. Rough and uncaring how the caress felt on my body.
