6 Months later
It had been 6 months since my first meeting with Kelly. That had gone remarkably well. She had been a willing, docile slave that night, and I had used her fully. I had exhibited no regard for her feelings, and only concerned myself with using her selfishly for my pleasure. I was glad I had. My instructions for her, to be implemented after that first meeting were to write up a detailed, honest account of our activities, and to post it on Literotica. She had it up about a week later.
Reading her account had been fascinating. She was reflecting on sexual activities that she'd never participated in, but had long fantasized about for the most part. Here Kelly was, in her late thirties, and she'd never been dominated before. She'd never been bound, gagged, whipped, or slapped. She'd never had a man make her come with a vibrator. She'd never been butt-fucked, and she'd certainly never been pissed on.
According to her account, she had enjoyed herself immensely, and had been so turned on since our first encounter that she had been masturbating every chance she got. She wasn't necessarily sold on every activity (namely the golden shower), but she understood that to submit to me meant submitting to everything.
I was traveling through her territory again, so we made plans for another rendezvous, and met in the lobby of the same hotel we'd used the first time. When I walked into the lobby, Kelly was already there. She wordlessly rose out of her chair and joined me at the elevator.
She was dressed as instructed. She wore a black blouse, short black skirt, thigh-length black nylons, and shiny black heels. Her dark hair had grown out a little since I'd seen her last. It was straight, and trimmed into a bob, resembling Crepax' Valentina. I liked it, and assumed it was for my benefit.
We were alone in the elevator. I took her collar out of my bag and handed it to her. She put it on, and was still fastening it as we walked out into the hall. I leashed up the collar outside the hotel room door, opened the door, and led her in to the center of the room.
We stopped there. I put my bag down, and instructed her to do the same. I took a ball-gag out of my bag. I grabbed her by the hair, bent her down, and gagged her. I pulled her back up by her hair.
"Put your arms behind your head." She did so.
I walked around behind her, bent down to retrieve a vibrator from my bag, and stood back up. I reached up into her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then I reached around her chest with my left hand, to grip her right shoulder. After that, I put the vibrator in my right hand up against the crack in her ass. She instinctively moved her legs apart, straining against the constraints of her underpants.
I crammed the vibrator down under her until it was wedged between her legs. It was a tight fit, due to the limited mobility imposed by the panties around her knees. It was time for the fun part. I turned it on.
It took a minute or two for Kelly to warm up, since we were starting from scratch. But slowly, I started to see results. She closed her eyes, and started moaning a little. Her cunt gradually moistened. Since she was wearing heels, I made sure to keep a good grip on her.
Kelly was moaning loudly after almost ten minutes, and seemed to be right on the brink of coming. I turned the vibrator off, and pulled it out. I could tell that she was surprised. I removed her gag.
"Get down on your hands and knees."
Kelly did as she was told.
"I read that you've had a lot of practice with masturbation lately."
