If you have not read Rachel Pt1, I suggest that you do read it first to make the transition flow more comfortably, if you have read it, please enjoy.
Taking a key from his pocket Marcus opened a door at the end of the corridor marked PRIVATE. This was surely not the room my company had paid for; this was a most beautifully appointed suite.
Since stepping off the plane and finding Marcus holding up the wall my life had been changed dramatically. Nothing remained of ME any more, it had all become his, etc: no longer me, but Master and submissive, a role that I had slipped into so easily, willingly and with my eyes wide open.
Here was a man who at any given time had the capability to be able to fulfil me in every way and then some, able to take control and take me to what before today were unknown limits. He had tested me and not found me wanting except for wanting him, already I had been taken to heights previously unknown.
With apparently no thought of where it would land or if anything inside might be breakable he threw my bag onto the floor as he walked to the stereo.
"Master have you upgraded the room my company booked?" I asked quietly.
"The room initially booked for you will be billed to your company in the usual way, but it has been let to another customer, this is my private suite, I own 51% of this hotel." He smiled as he turned back to the Bose stereo and soon I heard the most beautiful if melancholy sounds of a Cello coming to me through a couple of tower speakers.
"Aaaah!" I exclaimed, "Jacqueline Dupre, the unmistakeable sound of pure genius I believe, and such a clear round tone Master." I was neither shocked nor surprised at this revelation; Marcus was a most modest man who had never boasted about his possessions or his life style.
Diving into a sideboard he fetched out a number of aromatic tea light candles dispersing them around the room and lighting them as he went. The room was being quickly filled with the beautiful aroma of jasmine.
"You will find glasses in that cupboard over there Rachel, fetch two over here will you."
Returning with the glasses I found him opening a bottle of Chivas Regal. Smiling at me he poured two glasses of the amber liquid offering one to me. I smiled back; taking a sip I then set it on a nearby occasional table as Marcus sat down in a big easy chair.
Kneeling at his feet I leaned forward kissing his shiny leather boots. Oh how I loved the smell of leather. There is something hypnotic about the overpowering, earthy and sensual smell. With my lips touching the tops of his shiny, highly polished boots I inhaled deeply, feeling Marcus lean forward and begin stroking my hair. I smiled inwardly, contented to be with this man and knowing that my Master was happy.
Sitting back on my haunches I lifted one foot onto my thigh and began unlacing the boot, looking down as I did so and without looking up gently removed it.
"Aaaah!" He exclaimed, "that is so much better, you have no idea how they restrict my feet." I then removed the sock and proceeded to massage the foot before doing the same with the other foot.
When finished I once again adopted the position of sitting on my heels before him with my eyes still downcast awaiting his next command. The silence seemed agonisingly long; I wanted to look up into his wonderful tiger's eyes and drink in his handsome countenance. I could physically feel the power that he exerted over me; becoming Trilby, to his Svengali. Though neither of us moved I imagined his strong arms around me, holding me close, hands tenderly caressing me.
Without quite realising how, I had become so very wet again, I could feel a little seepage there; this man turned me on so very easily. It astounded me that I could feel this way just by being in his presence, but I was still quite high on the car park and lift experiences too.
It seemed like hours that I had been sitting there in this submissive stance, my feet beginning to hurt a little, but I intended to remain this way until he gave me some form of instruction. I didn't move a muscle, I wanted to show him that my devotion was absolute, it was probably only a few minutes before he finally spoke to me.
"You have just scored top marks with me Rachel," he began, you are the first submissive who has ever done that without first being told, I can see that we are going to go far."
A warm red blush spread across my face as he said these words, I was pleasing him indeed. From what I already knew of Marcus these kind of comments on my actions would not be given gratuitously. So yes, I assumed a little pride there. This was our first day and already I was more than he had expected. Yes, it certainly was a glow of pride.
"And now Rachel, when you have the circulation going again, you shall dance for me. I will see your beautiful sensuous body moving just for me."
I raised my head slowly saying: "Your wish is my command my Lord."
"No Rachel," he answered with authority. "My command is your duty and so it shall always be."
It amazed me just how those words struck home. My body rippled with excitement at the tone of his voice and I felt my pussy tighten. I loved it when he ordered me to do things for him, but why this should be so I couldn't understand. I am in a position of authority in my job and used to wielding the metaphoric whip. My position demanded it, there were sixty-three people working under me. Yet now I grew hot with desire knowing that I was his to be directed as only he pleased.
My mind began positively racing; I love dancing, I knew that my subordinates called me the 'Dancing Queen,' out of earshot, but I had never done such an intimate, private and personal show before, jeez I had never even stripped for anyone in this way before.
The main thing though was that I did not want to disappoint him. I was dancing for the pleasure of my Master...Marcus, not for myself, although I was certain that it would turn me on also.
